Sunday, October 16, 2011

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sunday, october 16, 2011


From NoK (Next of Kin)
       the madam, presiding over the ceremonies

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and have a closer look at poocha madam
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SOMNOLENCE POST-PRANDIAL

           now a days i get up rather early; there is a reason - my semi starvation diet.
               i take a breakfast bread and eggs  mostly and drag on till the evening. and it is when i feel terribly hungry that i cook my main meal of the day. - i hate cooking . this rather heavy meal ( yesterday it was boiled tapioca and a mackerel - rather a big one ) on an empty stomach eaten with the greed of a violently hungry person makes me feel real sleepy and once i get into the room, where i have nothing else to sit on except my bed,  the next thing that happens is that i am fast asleep. try however hard i may i will not be able to keep awake and many a time a wake up early in the morrning with the door open and all the lights on - not a very safe thing to do.
        so now a days immediately i get inside the room - i cook my meal in the varandah - i lock the door and switch off the lights. the end result is that i wake up early.
         but waking up early does not help in any positive way for there is the wiring work for the transformer - yes, the transformer is going to be installed soon - and  so these days the electric power is off on that pretext throughout the whole day. so no way of doing any positive work and the sweltering heat of the day time makes you drowsy. i do not even have a fan.


ECONOMY MEASURES
                yesterday i made a trip to thiruvananthapuram and i used public transport - gas is almost INR70 per ltr and i will use up  two ltrs for a trip to the city  and back -  in the first half km of the way from my house to the bus stop one would use  4 wheel drive if that was available -  and was trying to  economize. i walked the mud path covered with boulders to the local bus stop.
              as i was waiting in an isolated corner,  at the other side of the junction an informer of the indian gestapo was describing me to an old woman who probably was seeing me for the first time and educating her on the gestapo gesture -  but she will have  a problem showing the gesture for she uses purdah. 
             then another person came to me to gather information about where i am going and i lied to him on purpose. 
          (  A FEW DAYS BACK  a couple of school children, there were three of them , waved my car down and asked for a lift to their school about two three kms away. as i was trying to let them in a "gentleman" of the locality started bullying them and was commanding them to go walking. the youngsters  ignored the chap and i also did and let the boys in. enroute i asked them if the fellow was a policeman -  there was no point for they wouldnt know ; to them all policemen are supposed to be in uniform.
             i collect water from a distant neighbour's well - luckily they have not said no to me till date though i am really worried about being told so. there is a youngster in that house very fond of my bike an enfield bullet on which i carry the water - how do i carry the water on the bike ? some one asked me . interested ? please look up my web albums with picasa. he used to play with the bike while i was drawing the water from the well and a few days back the men from a neighbouring house were trying to scare him away from me. rightly so i feel.  - I AM A WILD ANIMAL  )       
        soon the bus which had gone to mula mukku it is not amminja but bamboo, mulla   came back  and i made a comfortable trip to the city - got down at statue - by then i was terribly hungry and had a cup of coffee and a banana fry at the coffee house - brought some dough from spencer to make dosa and took a carry bag as well for i was planning to buy fish - at athe fish market instead of paying one hundred rupees and getting eight mackerels purchased three for forty rupees.
         walked to kaithamukku and looked up  the sintex water tanks - got some very useful information from there; it was a company run outlet. 
          been to a computer shop where i purchased some cases 20 x 1 x 3 cd books for most of my cds are lying helter skelter and walked over to teh east fort in time to catch a bus that goes directly to my place - lucky me
          to cut a long story short i made my purchases and came back and made the trip on just 22 rupees by public transport. i do enjoy driving my little lily but spending at least INR 150 on petrol  is some thing i can ill afford and taht is why i chose to travel by public transport putting up with all sorts of inconveniences - i like the walking part of it but detest the bus ride.


BUT WHERE IS THE POINT !
            the above is all to put in proper context what happened day before  yesterday - that is on friday. i the miser drove all the way to the military camp in thiruvananthapuram in vain. the indian pimp service saw to it through a very carefully executed "security" operation.
            i mentioned the sweltering heat over here. i do not have a fan and one badly needs one over here - actullay i have two table fans brought in the mid eightees and ninetees obviously not in very good shape and i had taken them to the repairer  and the repair charges were a bit too high and i thought it was not worth spending so much on thos old specimens and had taken it back home.  what i was planning was to buy a pedestal fan so that i can use it here and once i complete the house it can be useful there as well for i do not intend to use ceiling fans.
          so i made enquiries, on the phone mark you, and found that one of teh army canteens which i used to frequent in the olden days had pedestal fans available.  there i could get a fan at a lower rate than in the open market.  as an ex-service man i am eligible to purchase goods from the shops run by the canteen stores dept.
        but  when i reached the station canteen at pangode at 1400hrs after driving all the way for this sole purpose alone for it was going to be extremely inconvenient if not impossible carrying the pedastal  fan in a crowded transport bus  the shop was not open though the afternoon session was from 1400 hrs onwards. 

           the grape vine had it that they will open at 1430 and i decided to wait. but even well past 1430 there was no sign of any activity and gradually i realised that waiting there was going to be futile. the members of the indian pimp service were already there ( i had made the enquiries on the phone ) and their  prostitute birds were making a racket on the trees near by. 

          i have not used up even a small fraction of the  goods i am allowed to buy from the csd. so once the fan is there there is no way the staff can say no to me. so it was very likely that the canteen will not open as long as i am outside there waiting. and even if i get in at a later stage i could find that all the stock is finished

         so i gave up the idea of purchasing a fan from the csd,  called it a day and drove back home  empty handed - thank you mr.pimp
            as i was driving past the gates two tamilian women who were carrying their purchases - made in the morning session - waved and i gave them a lift to teh railway station and that was all the good that  happened that day by my driving fifteen kms to the military camp from my home and back.       
                          
the bsnl
BULLOCK CART 
                  i was typing this matter on line direct on to the blog.  the situation now a days is that even  if the ADSL LED is gone the dialer will not kick in and i wouldnt know anything except for the fact there is no transaction of data one way or the other. then the adsl led starts blinking and is restored and the BSNL  bullock cart starts moving again at the snail pace. 
              could be this is the latest strategy after i made a compalint about the ADSL led of the modem getting switched off and the connection being disrupted and may be in this mode the disruptions will not be recorded at the self care portal.
               a bull that is "ocked" and deprived of its virility is called a bullock. who ocks the bull ?  no questions asked - it is all in the interests of "security" of the nation.

         viceman verses