Thursday, February 12, 2015

IT IS RISKY TO WALK IN MUMBAI!!!


The other day I stepped out of my bank and started my cautious walk towards home. Cautious, because unless you are extremely careful, you are bound to lose balance and fall down, or sprain an ankle. No two stones on the pavement are evenly leveled or no road is without a hump or a hollow!! This is not any news to Mumbaikars as, true to their reputation, they continue their busy life without any grumbling.

As I crossed the road and turned towards where my residence is, I innocently lifted one leg from a wobbly stone in the pavement!! Within a second I could see myself fall on my knees, my heavy load hitting the sand with brutality. I felt foolish... and I was in great pain. The salwar had torn on both the knees and I could see bloody bruises staring at me. My elbows were full of mud with devilish scratches on them! Slowly I lifted myself and stood quietly on one side, as people were staring at me to see my next move!! I made my way home with slow, painful walk. Later a doctor's visit was necessary to remedy the damages done to my body by the uneven 'footpath'!! I am still angry and ashamed, but unfortunately, nothing can be done. Please read on....

It is risky to walk in Mumbai!

A wobbly ankle with a bad sprain -
That makes me unsteady, gives me great pain
How it happened, you might ask
In its glory, our government should bask (!)

The uneven pavement in our great city
A hollow, a hump… I fell without any pity
I could not move for a minute, you see
Then went to the doctor, and paid a heavy fee...

Our babus have nothing to  lose, I say
They move in their cars, all the way
Not worrying about the ordinary ones
Who pay heavy taxes, with benefits, almost none....

Our ‘sarkar’ turns a blind eye, a deaf ear,
To such happenings, year after year
Thousands fall... fall prey  to this negligence
No problem, they continue, as if with a vengeance !!

- Written by © Shanta Ramakrishnan
   (February 12, 2015)
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I Am Fine! Thank You!!


Here is poem which preaches the practical benefit of positive thinking as we grow old! I understand that the poem was written around 1953 by Constance O’Neon.

I'm Fine! Thank You !!

There is nothing the matter with me
I'm as healthy as can be.
I have arthritis in both my knees
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze, 
My pulse is weak and my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.Arch supports I have for my feet,
Or I wouldn't be able to go on the street.  
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm all right,
My memory is failing, my head's in a spin
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in. 
The moral is this - as my tale I unfold,
That for you and me who are growing old,
It's better to say, "I'm fine" with a grin,
Than to let folks know the shape we're in. 
How do I know that my youth is all spent?
Well my 'get up and go' has got up and went.
But I don't really mind when I think with a grin,
Of all the grand places 'my get up' has been. 
Old age is golden, I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed,
With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in the cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.  
Ere sleep overtakes me, I think to myself
Is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?
When I was young, my slippers were red;
I could kick my heels right over my head.  
When I got older, my slippers were blue;
But still I could dance the whole night through.
But now I am old, my slippers are black;
I walk to the store and puff my way back. 
I get up each day and dust off my wits,
And pick up the paper and read the 'obits'.
If my name is still missing, I know I'm not dead -
So I have a good breakfast and go back to bed.
-- written in 1953 by Constance O’Neon.
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Hope you enjoyed reading it. Thanks.