I am not a great fan of Tony Blair but, this quote from him resonates with me in our current pandemic situation.
India is in the midst of a rampant second wave of the pandemic and unfortunately this has coincided with state elections in some of our states as well as the Kumbh Mela.
Our politicians have been holding rallies in the states that went to the polls and attendance was simply mind-boggling. Likewise, the Kumbh Mela saw huge crowds of people taking the holy dip and this too was scary.
As I was writing this post, I also came to know that the Government of Kerala has regretted their inability to cancel this year’s Thrissur Pooram.
From these huge gatherings, people could become carriers of the pandemic and contribute to further aggravating the already severe conditions in our country. Hospital beds and oxygen are in short supply as well as shortage of vaccines.
I for one am appalled at the lack of civic sense shown by our leaders as well as common people who have allowed tradition to overrule common sense.
“Against stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain.”
~ Friedrich Schiller.
This is my take on this week’s Friday 4 On 1 blog posts where Conrad, Shackman and I write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been suggested by me. Please do go over to the other two blogs to see what they have to say on the same topic. Thank you.
During winters many Indians sit in their gardens in the sunlight to get some warmth in their ageing bones. This is called Dhoop Khana in Hindi which translates to ‘eating the sun’.
My GP had recently suggested that I sit in the sun for some time every day to get some Vitamin D which I do every afternoon when we get some sunlight in our verandah. The photo above was taken by an amused well wisher recently during one such session when I was musing over matters of great import while warming my ancient bones. Pleas click on the image for a larger resolution if you wish to see how lost I was!
The point of this post however is not to show off my musing skills or to talk about my ancient bones but, to talk about something else.
In one of my earlier posts, I had written about our garden abutting a major avenue of our neighbourhood where I get to see many morning exercisers. Those early morning observations however are vastly different in quality as, the overall silence is not broken except for the chirping of birds.
During my afternoon sessions at the verandah however, the quality is different as, for some strange reason our mock picket fence abutting the road seems to attract many people to stop and converse on their mobile phones or, sometimes even to each other. The latter incidents can be quite tense as often major quarrels take place and I have had to shout to get the characters involved to take their quarrels elsewhere.
While I do appreciate the two wheeler drivers who stop to take phone calls instead of talking while riding, why choose the spot just outside our garden baffles me. Similarly, quarrelling on the road while may be justified, why choose that particular spot is too.
Do such baffling disturbances trouble you too?
I recently saw a short clip of a speech by a well known medical practitioner about his experiences with patients with Covid. Mind you, this was at a gathering of a club whose members encourage humour and all speeches are in that genre.
The doctor, a second generation medical practitioner, was light-heartedly suggesting that if he prescribed some simple medicine and treatment to a patient, the patient was dissatisfied and reeled off a list of names of high power antibiotics that should be prescribed.
Though this was said in humour, the message could not be more descriptive of today’s internet addicted humans who consult the internet before going to a doctor. Since the advent of Covid, the number of messages that I get about it on social media is simply mind boggling. Although I simply delete them or skip them, the sheer number takes up time.
Similarly, I get messages about temples, religion, self improvement, politics, crime and so many other topics that if I were to read them all carefully I am sure that my brain will explode as its memory capacity will reach its limit all too soon.
Here is the latest one that two different friends have sent to me. Please click on the image for a larger resolution.
Of what interest could this information be to me? Or for that matter, the friends who sent them to me? Am I or they, ever likely to walk this road, even partly?
A very dear friend of around my age, has solved this intrusion by junking his smart phone and switching to a primitive one that can be used only to make and receive phone calls; and send / receive SMS messages. He has been urging me to follow suit. I am seriously tempted to.
This message was posted on Facebook by a lady friend.
“First borns are always the meanest.
Because we became parents of children we did not make. So, yeah, we are very angry.”
My friend added the comment: “And that too at a really young age.”
Being a First born and upset, I responded : “I am sure that my three siblings will totally disagree.”
My friend responded : “It’s different when you’re a guy. Guys are not expected to parent their siblings but girls are. It’s the bane of society where women are expected to shoulder responsibility from the day a sibling is born 🤷♀️”
What do you think?
I felt unusually hungry yesterday at tea time and had a few biscuits with my tea. This brought to my notice an annoyance that seems to be without any resolution in the near future.
India has been locked down now for 120 days with on and off easing of lockdown. Such a lockdown has its own problems for the youngsters in the family but, for me, that per se has not been a major annoyance bar one problem.
Just before the lockdown, I had given measurements for a set of dentures to replace my old ones which were giving me problems while chewing hard stuff. The mould was made and I was to go for trials with trial dentures when the lockdown was declared and dentists particularly had to shut down being in a high risk occupations.
It has been four months now since I have been still using the old dentures and the adventure with the biscuits yesterday brought home to me the unfairness of it all.
Since 1200 midnight we are back in a lockdown due to alarming rise in the number of cases of covid reported and treated in our city. We were just getting slowly back to normal and this is a googly if ever one was.
Since early this morning, we are back to the beginning of our lockdown experience of no traffic or little and hearing nature’s sounds. The three of us at home sharing houesehold chores as the help will not come during this lockdown.
The lockdown is expected to last till the 23rd of this month.
I am not looking forward to it though, this time around, the supply of newspapers will not be stopped and so I can have my mornings occupied. The first problem has cropped up with our washing machine going on the blink and the mechanic not being able to come to attend to it. He is trying to get a pass to come over and we are hoping that he will be able to.
I hope that my readers are faring better.