D-Day comes and goes...modern India doesn't care

My day started as usual, the road was alarmingly empty, the usual school buses that ply the road in the early hours, when I go to office (irony!!!) were conspicuous by their absence. I got into an auto, Imtiaz drove me to my office. On the way, I asked him how does he feel about today? He shrugged and indicated it's business as usual. I smiled.

In the office we discussed who has what stock of alcohol. The shops will be closed till Monday. We found out that we had enough. The office deemed it necessary that we leave early. I went to a colleague's place. His wife cooked some lovely alu-posto and we chatted. On my way back, I got into an auto. Raju drove me home. On the way, I asked him how does he feel about today? He shrugged and indicated it's business as usual. I smiled. Roads were still empty.

The verdict came, the verdict was analysed, I worked from home. Mom called, "Can you go back home before 3? The verdict is due at 3.30." I said that I am already home.


For one day the media chose to leave Kalmadi alone. Voices blurred out from the television set. Another colleague, who chose to work from office said, "I am missing the Aaj Tak' drama.

The day ended.

We have moved on!! Can the media also stop, please? How many people do they need to interview to know that we've moved on? Can the politicians also stop, please?

The beer is getting warm...I had my stock ;)!