J and N are here from Pune and we have been catching up on all that has been happening in our lives in the last two months. N is here to get a visa for Italy where she is going to be spending three months on a study tour before returning to the U.S.
Read a bit more “news”. More about the house collapse near J.J. Hospital (DNA carried a photo of a 23 year old woman, mother of two children whom it referred to as “the poster girl of the house collapse.”
A municipal corporator stormed a police station with his goondas and killed two people while three officers and seven constables just looked on.
Saurav Ganguly arrived late for the match against New Zealand in Bulawaye because of his wife’s birthday. There was something about a Bra war between the U.K and China and about the new lathis for policeman. The old ones made of bamboo have been replaced by fibre lathis. The four policemen in the pic, with their lathis in front of them looked a bit like Fred Astaire, about to break into a tap dance.
The most depressing part of the news, I have discovered, is not the floods and the house collapses. It is the page three news. The partying people, the inane captions, the even more inane expressions on the faces of the people. Not that I have anything against people enjoying themselves because that is what life is at least partly about. But is this enjoyment or more like, a determined looking away from reality. The depressing thing is the attitude with which we live and behave towards each other.
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