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A Typical Sunday.


The weekend  brings respite and relaxation. Sundays are most welcome  by the office goers and school children.

Sundays beckon lethargy and laziness. Getting up from bed at no specific time, having breakfast as you wish, spending hours watching favourite T.V programmes, bathing without hurry, dressing up the way you want and moving about as you like ,are the blessings of this particular day of the week .

A break from the routine, is much awaited . It very much  rejuvenates the spirit and body.

Hurried translations impede the rhythm of the muscles and palpitate the equanimity of the mind.

The slow procedure followed on Sundays act as a health spa which reinvigorates the mental set up and physical framework.

Spas act as a stimulus , by providing a comprehensive programme that includes physical fitness activities, wellness education, healthful cuisine and special interest  convention.

Sunday can hold such a formula. We can design it  according to our fancy. A long walk in the morning would tone up our physic. A special breakfast , say a traditional one , not the regular cereals and bread, would tickle our tongue. A hot cup of tea ,would  activate our brain. Then lying down , over a couch, listening to  music would kindle the fineness in us. A short nap in the afternoon ,after a heavy lunch pampered with hot soup, platter of vegetables, and dessert would fulfill the much missed  delicacy.,all through the week.

Devoting the pleasant evening , by doing some regular shopping  , such as buying vegetables and grocery for the week would lessen the burden  .Gazing at the dark sky , with the twinkling stars moving in random. and sharing thoughts with the dear ones would add resplendent charm to the still night.

The typical Sunday draws to a close. Good night.

I have to get prepared for the week’s sojourn. 

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The Feverish Foible


Signals of  caution,

Swirl of derision,

Gestures of destruction,

Manners of  scandalisation,

Acts of defamation,

Laws of castigation,

Mark the execution,

of the soul.

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Digging The Roads.


I am a resident of an  area for the past 30 years.

In early 1980’s , we did not have proper roads, as it was a developing zone. We were in midst of paddy fields, and had to take a roundabout road to reach our place. Needless to say, it was a terrible experience,with carts, and animals crossing ,autos and lorries racing  in the debris.

India is a land, where the old and the new go hand in hand. With the advent of scientific techniques, the primitive method of cultivation is prevalent.

You can see bullock carts plying up and down, along with world’s best model cars.

In the 1990’s .the main road was laid and we had direct access to important centres . The circular adventure came to an end. But the roads were dug ,in a few months , for laying down drinking water pipes. They were then hastily filled with gravel. So we had 75% tar road and 25%gravel topped one.

The next year , it was again disturbed . This time it was for drainage purpose. The road had a second attack. The work being over, an haphazard filling was done. Now 50% of tar had been eroded.

We had to work on these half beaten cross ways. For a year , there was no activity. Then ,suddenly, the corporation authorities sent a battalion to inspect the condition of the road. They drew a plan, the expenditure was approved by the council. We were delighted.At last ,we had a decent surface to move on.

Our shortlived joy, found a devestation, when there was .hectic movments , on one fine morning. I rushed to the spot and enquired ,the workers, what were they up to?

They said they were digging , once again  for constructing trenches for rain water drainage.

Lo! what a sight !, what a plight! what a right we have as a citizen of this city!