• I woke up one morning to find that all the zebra crossings in my city had gone !

    What happened ? Have people stopped crossing roads ?

    Or have the PETA and SPCA and other Animal Rights activists finally put their foot ( or is it feet ?) down and ensured that humans can’t walk over zebras any more , even if they aren’t really live animals ?

    When zebra crossings become sunny sides up .

    I don’t know whose idea it was to paint the white stripes on the road into bright yellow and white.

    Because that is what happened overnight the zebra crossings became yellow and white . Now we can’t call them zebra crossings any more.

    So what do we call them? Sunny sides up? Because quite frankly, when I first saw them, the first thing I thought of was a crisply fried egg with a sunny, runny yolk.

    If the animal activists had objected to the use of “Zebra Crossing”, surely the “Heritage Committee ” or perhaps the Urban Development department could have come up with another colour.

    With political correctness being the order of the day, had the crossings been marked pink, it might have annoyed the feminists who probably thought it was making fun of women who can’t cross the road.

    Or if they had painted it green, the greens would have objected because their movement was being mocked and run to the ground.

    You get the drift don’t you. Colour has lost its colour so to speak, and has taken on different meanings. I mean no longer is a colour free of any associations or slights and every colour risks offending some group or the other.

    So in that respect perhaps yellow is more neutral – it only signifies cowards and aren’t we all cowards when it comes to crossing the road when cars are whizzing past ?

    Ostensibly, this is some kind of fluorescent paint that makes it easier for motorists to spot while driving at night .

    But hello ! This crossing is painted outside a school! Not only is this a regular day school for girls but it is also run by an order of nuns whose convent is in the same premises. Thanks to the pandemic, this school ( like many others) has been closed during the pandemic but even if there are no children studying at school during night time, the nuns are definitely NOT crossing this road after sunset .

    Doesn’t really matter if it’s Black & White

    Lastly, our motorists are known to be particularly unmindful of pedestrians and actually speed up while approaching a cross road or pedestrian crossing so it doesn’t really matter if the crossings are painted black & white or yellow & white.

    As a matter of fact, I’ve wondered why these were called zebra crossings in the first place. I know that zebras are black and white like these stripes on the road but it’s not meant for zebras to cross.

    I remember reading a sign on a small road which said make way for the “squirrels to cross.”

    But have you ever seen a ZEBRA cross the road?

    Definitely, not, me!

    Ciao

  • ALL IT TAKES IS ONE


    One wrong note 
    can spoil a tune
    With one wrong turn
    you lose your path
    a little tear
    will spoil a shirt
    one harsh word
    will break your heart
    a single moment
    one rash act
    can change your life
    forever
    a mark
    a slip
    a blotch
    a smear
    a scratch
    a stain
    a blemish
    is all it takes to
    annihilate
    destroy
    a thing forever.
    one tiny tug
    the string will snap
    the kite flies off
    forever
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  • Last year at this time my city was stirring out of its complacency but not yet in a state of shock . The Wuhan virus had just made its presence felt worldwide and was making inroads globally. We wondered how things would pan out .

    Foolishly, we felt that we were immune simply because we didn’t travel abroad, didn’t travel by public transport, didn’t eat processed food, didn’t live in unhygienic conditions , etc etc .

    By the end of the month, a lockdown was imposed on the entire country and and we felt the panic rise slowly day by day. We , the safe and protected actually began cowering in our safety bubbles.

    Throughout the year we kept hoping that the virus would go away as mysteriously as it came. After all our lives had changed dramatically and almost overnight.

    This was followed by others ( not necessarily in this order ) : Pfizer , Moderna , Johnson and Johnson . Vaccines became indigenously produced by Serum Institute , Biotech, Zydus .

    Then we hoped there’d be a cure or a prophylactic . Anything that would take us back to our lives BC ( Before Corona ) . And sure enough there were trickles of news that a vaccine was being developed.

    Within weeks , people like me who only knew about typhoid vaccinations and polio drops soon learnt everything about vaccines.

    We could parrot at will that “A vaccine is a biological preparation that provides active acquired immunity to a particular infectious disease. A vaccine typically contains an agent that resembles a disease-causing microorganism and is often made from weakened or killed forms of the microbe, its toxins, or one of its surface proteins.” ( thanks Wikipedia)

    Doubting Thomases

    As was to be expected there were many nay sayers and doubters who couldn’t believe that a vaccine could be produced so fast .

    They doubted the authenticity of the claim that the virus would actually provide complete immunity .

    They were convinced that the vaccine was actually a substance that would alter our RNA or DNA.

    Some were sure that this was a plot by Tech companies to implant something in our systems so that we could all be traceable at all times .

    Honestly, everyone was so convinced that this was some giant scam that many of my friends swore not to go anywhere near the vaccine .

    The scene today

    But as we all know things change .

    Since early this year, when our frontline health workers began getting their jabs, we the ordinary folk began looking enviously at the doctors, nurses policemen and even conservation staff who were one step safer from the virus than we were.

    Once again doubts were raised: will the vaccine be effective against the new strain of virus ?

    And when the virus began mutating , panic levels again began slowly building up .

    Scene at the Bandra Kurla Complex facility on the 2nd of March

    Finally on March 1st when the government announced that the vaccine would be available to all , there was a mad scramble to register on the once scorned Arogyasetu.

    Then began the search for slots and the search for “do we know anyone who can give us the shot quickly ?”

    Messages began flying on WhatsApp once more giving minute by minute updates on which hospital had the vaccine, how many allowed walk-ins, how long the queues were etc etc .

    Today my dear friend got herself vaccinated and sent me a photo of herself with the caption

    Just got it . Reached here at 2 , showed my token , they let me into the ac part of the hospital immediately .. 2 lines , one to register one to pay ..All took half hour . Am waiting half hour now

    This place is like a fair ground , after taking injections and waiting .. people taking pics with placards .. putting face in cutout’s .. and taking pics , very relaxed and festive feeling around ..😊

    My other friend and her mother-in-law are now waiting in line at the same place

    And there are others whom I know of who have already had their first shot and who will ask me

    “Have you had your shot yet ?”

    I am now beginning to get the jitters and hope to tell them (and you) about my experience when I’m done .

    Ciao

    Feature Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich from Pexels

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