Shackled
Its very unlikely to see such a thing happening in Chennai. As if the number of mosquitoes bred at koovam is not sufficient, there are pools of water (mostly sewage) on roads ready to breed more. Already having to put up with the tremendous change between the lifestyle in Bangalore and Chennai for over 6 months now (with a little reduced disposable income at hand!), the pouring rain which makes everyone wonder if it would ever stop, just took away the freedom. Freedom, oh what a great thing it is. To do anything that you like at anytime (ofcourse within the restraints of the society that you have agreed to live with) is an asset that I would value much more than anything in life.
This onset of cyclone in Bay of Bengal has but brought one thing good with it. It stripped naked the real condition of the sewage disposable system. As they say in the stock market, only when the tide goes down, one can see who all have been swimming nude, so is this true in the sense of the government machinery. It is all so easy to blame someone for the malfunctioning of the system of which we are part of, without assuming any responsibilities. I can hear you saying that. Hey wait, but I do pay my taxes (even if its with fine, I really do!). Thats enough blaming the corporation for the first post.
Now perhaps having lost the freedom, I started exploring the alternatives. First thing that comes to mind is to sit down at home and watch the idiot box all time. Well, I would have done that but for two reasons. There is hardly power at home and to top that I dont have cable connection at home. Practically I had no alternatives. Whenever I had to cross the next pool of water to get to the one and only Hotel Saravana Bhavan nearby, I curse the nature for such brutality. Just when I had joined the gym nearby to tone up my screwed up self, this spell of rain has put a temporary hold on that. Just when I found a wonderful violin class nearby, the pools of water on the roadside that I would have to cross sickens me. I am yet to start reading the next book as I had finished one just last week. Starting a new book in this foul mood is the last thing that I could do. Now practically I have no other choices.
Well, all is not lost. Hope should be there somewhere. There must be a tree nearby to climb. Ah, I have my laptop! Now, why not just power it up and get started on that writing that I always wanted to do. I always cherished the thought of racking up my brains for that twist of literature that would satisfy my alter ego. Now is the time to do that. With this foul mood, I can at will, blame others and at the same time allowing myself to make peace with me for having done something useful.
