Mar 23, 2023
Mar 23, 2023
It's morning time, I come from the gym and get dressed for work. I sit at the breakfast table eating the breakfast prepared by my wife, and looking at the watch.
"Is the breakfast nice?" asks my wife.
"Yes it is". I mutter talking with the food in my mouth.
I really couldn't care less if I were eating just plain bread. For my eyes are on the watch, and I just don't have the time to savor the food. Breakfast is not something to be enjoyed by me; it is something to be gulped down before rushing down to office. I come down, start my scooter (Yes buddy I still use a scooter) and it splutters to life. I hit the road now, weary of what lies ahead for me. I am living in the Hi Tech city of Hyderabad, but I find that the roads and traffic here are anything but that. I have to dodge the buses belching out their poisonous fumes, and when they stop, we lesser denizens have to halt behind them, until the kings of the road move ahead. Apart from the buses I have to dodge the pedestrians who seem to enjoy playing a game called dodge me on the road, the cattle which seem to stroll blissful of the traffic around. And so I rush, at a rapid pace, in a race with other office goers like me, all hurrying in an urban version of the Grand Prix. Come to think of it, if every Indian who lives in a city were sent for Formula I racing, we would easily dominate it, considering the way we drive.
In the mad rush for life, I don't even seem to notice anything on the roads. I have sundry writers advising people like us to appreciate the small and beautiful things of life. Sure buddy provided we have the time. Half of our time is spent in trying to just survive. I am sure even all those writers don't have the time either. Well another usual day at office, the usual gossips, back biting and the bosses breathing down our neck to complete things on time. Deadlines and meetings, discussions that's what has become a staple of our life. Fortunately in the office we do have a chance to have impromptu discussions on other topics, especially when the boss is away. So thank god for small mercies.
I again hit the road late in the night, fortunately traffic is not too high and I drive more leisurely. I come to my apartment, and the lift is not working again for the umpteenth time. Many meetings, fights, complaints have been given regarding this yet the lift keeps stopping regularly, taking a break whenever it feels like. The lift guys blame the apartment owners, the owners blame the mechanics, every one point fingers at others, but ultimately the lift still keeps breaking down. Well I guess the ultimate blame lies with the people in the apartment, for I have seen them not closing the door properly many a time. So much for our education that doesn't even teach basic responsibilities. I trudge all the way up to the fifth floor where I stay, and I reach the top, and off goes the current. The current department in our area, deems it fit to remove the current whenever it feels like doing so, but that doesn't prevent them from dumping astronomical bills on us when its time to pay. Wonder where all that money is going.
My wife lights a candle for me, and I switch on the tap only to find no water running from it. I ask her what has happened, and she replies that the pump is under repair. It's hot and sweltering, and here I am faced with a double whammy of power cut and no water. People imagine that we folks who stay in apartments lead luxurious lives, if only they could come and see. I get frustrated and ask her not to pay the water bill this month. I know its in vain, coz come first week of the month, I pay it dutifully. Thankfully there is some water there so I have a bath and feel refreshed a bit. But the power is yet to come, so my wife and me settle down for a candle light dinner. It has been quite a frequent occurrence in my place, so guess we can thank the current department for providing a little bit of romance in our lives. The power comes on, and the TV is on also. I switch on the channels to see what's up. Every other channel seems to have a serial running where the entire characters look, talk, thinks, and walk alike, only they speak in different languages. I switch to a music channel, and I don't know which one is an Ad and which one is a song, all seem the same to me. I switch to a movie channel, and I see an old fav Hindi movie of mine playing. Ah thank god I say, as an interesting scene comes up, but before, I can even savor that experience, a dozen advertisements pop up on the screen, and put me off. So what to do, nothing just relax with my wife, tell her what happened in office and sleep, hoping the next day would be better.
More by : Ratnakar Sadasyula
|Very thoughtful presentation. I do believe that we, Indians, lead a hectic life, but it's only if we let it get to us. We can either try to change things, which is tough to do, or just collect ourselves when something irritating happens. With everything wrong in India, there is something to be proud of also. Just my opinion.|