Deepawali. Next morning. I am in Vasant Vihar. Morning walk. Many
retired Super bureaucrats going about, for an early walk. carrying a little
shiny stick in their hand – their “Raj-dand”. Swinging it proudly and
marching ahead on the road to good health and long life. Some seem to be
chasing an electronic rabbit, ever receding..just a little out of their reach.
crossing of this beautiful quiet residential area.. Trees lining the
road are in the bloom and the side walk was littered with pink petals. A
closer look: the “petals” were actually litter of Deepawali
crackers..Potato Bombs, Anaar, Fuljhadi, Rockets – outer red covering
blown to smithereens.. I tried to visualize the scene here last night: a
group of nervous children, being “encouraged” by parents to go for it! Show that you can do it, my boy!.. and the boys did it! All over Vasant Vihar!
ahead- a dog sitting by the side of the road.. something unusual, the
way it sat. One front paw resting on top of the other- daintily. A retired but
“important” looking bureaucrat proudly walks along, with his breed Dalmatian on a
leash. As the man and the Dalmatian cross, this second dog with a
dainty paw, gets up to follow them, may be, with hopes of being adopted
or just to be tossed a snack.. Now, I see the secret of its “dainty” paw: it
was hurt and the dog was trying to hop along the man on his three legs, painfully.
again could not help visualizing the scene here last night: A cracker
burning its paw? A cracker tossed towards the dog playfully by a child?
By a child who may not have received love, a lot more than a dog? A parent egging the child on?
I shook all the silly and sick thoughts out of my head (oh, you can go mad, if you go on like this..), broke in a
gentle trot, towards the tea gardens- as the sun rose and threw trees
and bushes in a magical relief against the early morning light and the distant blue Himalayas..