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Lockdown-4-Roorkee

Lockdown-4 

Go Green. Hip,hip hurrah! 

The district of Hardwar, Uttrakhand has been given the status of Green amidst the Covid-19 precautions and relaxations. The restricted freedom, bestowed on us beleagured citizens, is being celebrated albeit with caution. On the flip side there are areas in many states which are still under strict restrictions being given the RED ZONE tag. Soon, they too should be revelling, but if the restrictions are followed to the T. 

In the area that I live, in the home my ancestors made 150 years ago, along with my family, had to shut down completely. Although our houses are back to back with hardly any space in between, with everyone knowing everyone, it was difficult initially. However, the gravity of the situation , the handsome cane of the law and  the compulsion of survival, compelled all to fall in line. Initially, like little kids who are told to do this and do that, they revolted (which is a very normal reaction to authority) and took to the streets as if life was normal. The scenes that I witnessed were like something from the "Planet of the Apes", wherein Caesar, though caged longed for freedom even in the restricted area that he and his fellow apes were allowed in.https://www.cinemablend.com/news/2472384/all-the-planet-of-the-apes-movies-ranked 

Just imagine that! The peole failed to see the invisible domed cage enveloping the very lives of each. It was unthinkable that one is free yet freedom would be restricted. And how quickly humans adapted to it. Soon, streets were deserted and we were untouched so far by this endemic whilst all over the country infection was takeing it toll with many dying. Yet, to us, it seemed a far off thing. For, we felt secure and followed the norms in these extraordinary times, although, the news flashes on the idiot box  showed that the grim reaper was at work. 

There was no sirens wailing, no medical attendents looking like cosmonauts around us. This invokes to the mind the movie Contagion (2011). https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1598778/ .

The initial shock had worn off. The hasty and for-the-camera distribution of food packets had by now trickled down to nothing. The fact that such benevolence could not be sustained for long hit all of us, which no doubt, was bound to happen.  It appears that the locals had little problems to scream about. The brunt of the lockdown was felt by the migrant labour. Their condition was really bad. They are the ones who got sucked into the vortex of suffering: lack of work ,food and shlelter. On social media much is talked about, much is shared, But coming to brass tacks, we all did our bit in hwatever way we could, especially this month being Ramadan, in which, alms are given, food is distributed among the have-nots. 

Our district has been given the green status in this lockdown-4. This has had a effective affect on all here. Life is slowly, but surely limping back to narmalcy, Of course this will take some time though. Places of mass gatherings still remain closed. On the whole, work has started, restaurants have been allowed to make home delivery, barbers are back to work. The roads and streets are busy with a little traffic, shops are opening on alternate days. We are happy for us, but sad for those migrants. Let us all pray things will improve for them too!
How about you and your area? 
Stay Safe, Stay Healthy and Stay Blessed.
Till next time, 

The Home-coming......the Waiting

Basilica of Our Lady of Graces, Sardhana,  Mee...
Basilica of Our Lady of Graces, Sardhana, Meerut, India  (Jitendra Singh : Indian Travel Photographer)
Boy, it is always good to be back home....The memories of Mussoorie shoot across my memory screen and I feel very very homesick even today..Getting down at Delhi, my son looked neither left nor right, went straight to the bus departure site, without refreshing ourselves hopped onto the first bus to Meerut. Both eager to reach home. And within no time (it seemed) we reached home. 
 St. George's College, Mussoorie
St. George's, Mussoorie
In typical movie istyle, I remember the good old days in Mussoorie. My brothers (three of them), at the term end, would trek fr
om St. George's , pick me up from Hampton Court and all would troop down to the bus stand and catch the empty bus to Dehra Dun, where Dad would be waiting to pick us up. The most exciting part of the trip was the rolling of three empty coca cola bottles as the bus rolled downhill to the Doon Valley below and us singing the latest we had learnt in school. Those days (in the late 50's) hardly anyone traveled much to the hills. Reminds me of a song by Roberta Flack,
The Very Best of Roberta Flack
The Very Best of Roberta Flack (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
 "Those were the days my friend......" Anyhow, the home coming was quite an affair: the welcome, the breakfast and the general jabber, the questions, the answers of the kids and the family members,,,Excitement was in the air and it was pretty kool inspite of the hot weather. Settling down to the changed routine was not very easy. But settle down I did. Our daughter and son were extremely excited to be joined once again with their parents. However, the exam results are near and the waiting was quite a task. It is with great impatience that the result for the CBSE secondary and senior secondary is awaited. Four kids in the family are waiting for their results.
Waiting......its a horrible phase of time. Somewhere someone is always waiting.....waiting for a lost love to return.......waiting for something to happen......waiting at the doctor's clinic.....waiting in line for the daily dole at the mandir.......waiting for the results of the exams given.....all these spaces of time are a nail biting experience for waiting is really painful, very painful. But the wait has to be borne with a smile, then it is a lesser burden and knowing that there are thousands of others gives some sense of relief. The trick is to make sure that one doesn't give up or die while one is waiting.
So also while waiting in the classroom, our hands are not idle (so our tongues!), and some of us take to doodling. While waiting for the bell to ring, that gong that tells us that lecture is over, the hand starts doodling on any paper on the desk, it might also be a text book of the subject. The doodling here must have been done at such a moment. The hand with the pen must have started on its inky journey on the text book itself. The pen just guided the hand that drew this. Wonderfully penned on the text book itself. What art, what style, what sense ! So much so, and as I wind up waiting for the CBSE results to be declared, here are some links to try out. Till then.......enjoy the links.....

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