Bemusedly yours: The government's fuel policy
| 3 |   |
|
Tweet |  |
My Sunday mornings are perhaps no different than those of fellow men who toil the week away to put bread on the table. One woke up to the weak sunshine kissing the bedroom window, took a nice hot bath and stepped out on to the green patch that our middle class family insists on calling 'the front-lawn'. An English breakfast, minus the bacon, followed as one chatted with the family, reprimanded the spoilt-rotten family dog to behave and with a burp, and a sigh gathered the newspapers up together as a prelude to poring leisurely over them. One felt blessed to have weathered the hard and cold recent past to be able to feel the sunshine on one's face again as the stereo belted out a favourite John Denver number. Skimming the headlines, one simply shrugged off the news of another increase in petrol prices but what caught....
Aayush, the 10-year-old braveheart
| 8 | |
|
Tweet | |
Dear all, Those of you who know me well are aware that I was recently operated upon at Medanta, The Medicity, Gurgaon, and was hospitalized for little over a week. This post is not at all about me though? As I came out of my own sedated haze in my bed at Medanta, The Medicity, Gurgaon, I became aware of a small bundle, wrapped in blankets, lying quietly in the bed next to me. The only signs of life the bundle would show were occasional whimpers or cries of absolute terror at least twice a day when gloved nurses and doctors administered to it, veiled by a white curtain dividing our halves of the room. At times, the bundle, still under swathes of blankets, would be wheeled out on a stretcher to one knew not where. I learnt later that some of the procedures were....
More about Himanshu Mehta
Random thoughts of an idle mind.Recent Posts
Archives
