I blog my way out

I was once crossing a signal when two girls came asking for some money or food. I stopped and offered them water instead and their eyes shined as if it were like an annual bonus was announced. I emptied 1.25 litres of water down their parched throats while two tears roll down my eyes, besides a few drops of sweat. I couldn't drink any water that day and then it was as normal as ever. Once Upon A Time Soon, our kids will hear it as a fable on how we used to water our gardens, fill up coolers, buy and fill water bottles by the dozen, wash scooters and cars, shave for hours, brush at length, bathe till we had the strength, swim till we were tired. But leave the taps and pipes open. During and after use. They will hold us in admiration? Well, much to their haw, they'd curse us more than anything. Believe me, kids in some parts of the world are listening to such fables already. Let's save Water, save Life, save Earth! Ab(use) At their age, they will get water as an incentive....

Having born and brought up in an Army background, there was always a sense of discipline somewhere. Whether we made much sense of it or not. Trimmed hair was the norm, so it be. Knickers, Bush Shirt  as it was termed fondly, neatly tucked in, socks and shoes. The range was very limited then, so we had to make the best if it. Most clothing were loose, the population was much less, cloth must have been abundant, so perhaps the designers decided to use it without hesitation. Hence came into being, the  Bell-bottoms , the  Baggy , the Puffed Sleeves, the Midi Skirts and the like. There was enough room in those bell-bottoms to carry some small luggage like toiletries or umbrellas, if hung using clips inside. Then there were those big-collared shirts that my Dad describes as they kept flipping and hitting hard on your face while driving a scooter. Fondly called हाथी के कान! As I often have pointed out people wearing the all famous Patiala salwar, that one such salwa...