Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025
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.   
11-May-2002
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. |