Yesterday we, that is me, and my family, felt like Mumbaikars. The reason was we had electric power for the whole day. It seemed so good, and unbelievable too.
I live in Ulhasnagar and for the past few years we had load shedding, i.e. sate-of-being powerless. Every single day of the week. Earlier it used to be for five hours every day and since last few days it is now 7 and 1/2 hours every day. Today is Tuesday, so it must be from 1:30 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. and if it is Wednesday, it will be from 6:00 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. Such is life.
The picture above was taken at around 8:00 p.m. on a Sunday and is of my daughter. Though we have a power inverter installed at our home, without which life would be un-livable, it runs for few hours, and when the power cut is for more than 7 hours, the inverter just gives up and the battery drains out. Then out come the candle the the wait till the electricity and sanity returns. Thank you MSEB (Maharashtra State Electricity Bandh, oops Board).
Link to a news report about electricity crisis.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
After a long time, I read something quite funny and amusing in my favourite newspaper, which happens to be The Hindusstan Times. Actually the article was reproduced from The Guardian newspaper. It is a letter which a husband has written to her wife, whose lover he long to be. This could be a letter from any husband to any wife. To quote from the article:
It is Saturday night. We are in bed, the kids finally asleep. You are watching the film. Will you ever understand how it feels to pale into insignificance beside a mediocre film? "But," you say, "I'll never get round to it otherwise."The full letter is available at this link.