• Heat rising,face burning, hair frizzing, sweat dripping,
    Clothes sticking, tempers fraying,
    Icecream dripping, chocolate melting
    Clouds forming in a bright blue sky.

    Wind blowing, hot and searing,
    Eyes stinging in the blazing sun.
    Sea rumbling, foam breaking
    Slowly churning into muddy brown.

    Sand rising, waves crashing
    Crystal droplets on the seafront road.
    Leaves whirling, slowly dancing, trees creaking
    Branches falling, clouds darken the afternoon sky.

    Cool breezes, banished sunshine,
    Storm clouds threaten angry grey
    Drops of water kiss the parched ground
    Smell of wet earth fills the air.

    Finally after two pseudo showers, I experienced the first rainfall of this season. Sadly it was just after my newly cut hair and as I stepped out of the parlour and on to the street, I could feel my hair frizz up once again in the rain………

    But this summer has been excessively hot and long too ,so I’m glad that it finally rained.

  • It’s five before midnight and I’m waiting for the alarm to ring. It was  a rough day. Anna Shetty was in  her usual morning rush  as she passed on Wow Dinga to me,  yelling out a warning ” He’s not well, here’s the Crocin “, and toodled off to anesthetise her first patient for the day. I wasn’t really surprised because the day before, I did feel that he was breathing a little heavily and had a growly chest.

    With the monsoons playing hard to catch, the temperatures rising by the minute and the air stultifyingly humid, there were lots of dirty little viruses wandering around and I wasn’t surprised that one of the ugly little monsters decided to attack… …..

    Like a little trooper, Wow Dinga  still climbed onto the sofa and marched from end to end albeit in Slo Mo. While I was happy he was moving, I was prepared for his fever to rise and rise it did. So just after his mid day meal, I poured out the required 6 ml of vile pink Crocin that  looked frighteningly a huge amount for a little boy to swallow. Obviously the manufacturers knew better,  because Wow Dinga judiciously turned his head away and I had to pour it into his mouth purely by instinct. I doubt he had more than 2ml of the dose.

    By night time, the fever was worse and Wow’s dry cold was showing signs of becoming slightly damp and I prepared to spend my night holding him upright while he tried to catch a few winks. I was also prepared to administer the midnight dose more efficiently and poured out the medicine in a dispensing spoon with barely discernible markings. ( Anna Shetty pointed out that the markings were visible to young moms and not old grannies).

    12.00  and the midnight hour is upon us. I grab the dispensing spoon, yank open the plug and put it into Wow’s mouth. I wait as not a drop has made its way into the spoon let alond Wow’s mouth. Horror of horrors – the  Crocin oral suspension was not suspended  but stuck to the side of the spoon! By now Wow is wide awake and resents the intrusion into his fragile sleep. He opens his mouth and begins to scream. Hubby Dear is wider awake now and begins his pacify the baby with passionate kisses and smoochy sounds routine. I try to avoid spilling the medicine and deftly put it  into Wow’s mouth in between kisses and before he tried to shut his mouth. Yipee! I did it. And before Wow can register his protest I plug his mouth with the pacifier. Pleases with this drug delivery system, I ask Hubby dear to pass on a towel which he does – dry as a bone – to wipe up the sticky mess. Needless to say, we go back to sleep pretty pleased that we had managed Wow well.

    3.40 am .Obviously I had thought wrong because Wow keeps whimpering from time to time .
    4.40 am – All is quiet. What’s wrong?  I look towards Wow and find a weird light coming from his face – ” Oh my God! He’s turning into a radio active pig, I think  as his pacifier glows in the dark. I reach out to re-assure myself that I was only hallucinating when I dislodge the glo-in-the-dark pacifier and Wow lets out a blood curdling yell. Hubby Dear at once begins his Kiss him quiet routine while I tried to calm him down by placing his head on my shoulder.  In all this, my mother in law comes padding in silently, her white hair glinting like a ghostly halo and suggests we give him some milk.

    I resist the temptation of filling the bottle and prefer to change his diaper instead.

  • –  Or how to avoid being waved off by a taxi

    In the good old days, getting a taxi was easy. At least in
    the city of Mumbai, all you had to do was flag down a passing cab and the
    yellow and black or “Kaali Peeli” (as they are called locally)would slow down
    and open the door. As you stepped in with your instructions of where you wanted
    to go, the driver would engage the meter and voila you were on your way. There
    was none of that surly questioning “ Where do you want to go?” or the need to
    beg  and plead. Nor did you need to
    resort to lying about your destination just so that you could be spared the
    walk. This was largely because most taxis were owner driven. Today with taxis
    being operated by non-owner drivers, most of the drivers are desperately trying
    to meet the time deadline when their shift is about to end and with traffic
    getting horrendous; they would rather skip a fare than miss the deadline. And
    when taxis began refusing fares leaving commuters literally wagging their hands
    to taxis speeding by, fleet taxis entered the fray. 
    Private taxi operating Tourist Taxis have always been around
    but these are often expensive, being operated by travel agencies, hotels or
    international operators like Hertz. It was only when Fleet taxis like  Meru Cab or Tab Cab came on the scene that
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    taxi do you choose? This is crucial because one hardly has any idea of distances
    and routes and runs the risk of being given the run around by taxi drivers who
    instinctively spot a rookie anywhere in the world. It is at times like these
    that pre-paid taxis from airports/train stations become a good option because
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    ride. For Cabs in cities outside of Mumbai, I increasingly feel it is necessary
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