Why would anyone even write about things which are normal unless they had to mundanely record events? Yet why do people start off, in their narratives, saying that theirs was a peculiar event? Strange are people’s ways. Perhaps it shouldn’t surprise us that they’re so, considering we’re children of strange Nature too!
A month ago I had to visit a nearby small town – Anantapur – to collect some data about the dwellers. This was a part of a voluntary activity I had taken up to do my bit for the society. This part was to check how much the technological advancement, which some people, in their quest to march ahead not bothering to pull people with them and thus staying snobbishly aloof, claim has happened, has actually helped the small town brethren.
The journey from Hyderabad to Anantapur on average could be completed in 8 hours. I thus, started at 11 am in the morning, which I was afraid, was a daft thing to do. The heat of Andhra Pradesh summer was a pushover by no means. And then this is the hottest part of Andhra Pradesh that I was to travel through. Yet the juices of youth that were running in my body made me, to this extent, presumptuous. I stopped for lunch at 1 pm and I must confess that it was early by my standards. The early break, I must also confess rather sheepishly, was the result of my arrogance shown to the Heat Demon. The early break ran into an extended session of rest during which I, while seemingly reading a local newspaper, was convincing myself that I was probably not really tired but was taking things easy and soaking every moment of the journey. Read the rest of this entry »
