What if Tomorrow never Comes?

Was that consolation ? Momma said Dany would be all right. Momma wants Him to pass little Dany's sickness to her. Momma said she would suffer anything for her little boy. Was that it ?

Little Dany was confused. He spend all day in the bed, because Doctor told him so. He knew it was only fever, but he thought he would die. Was that it ?

If He passed my sickness to Mommy, mommy would be sick. No that shouldn't. If Mommy is sick, who will cook for Dad ? That would make complications. Wouldn't it ?

If I died, Dad wouldn't be alone because he had Mom. Mom wouldn't be alone because she had cheeky Tony and Dad. Isn't that it ?

Little Dany was all perplexed with little big things in his wide little mind. That was it.

I ll go if he calls. I haven't begun with anything. I am just beginning. Oh yes, I have begun to read Tom Sawyer. But that is okay, it doesn't make a difference. Its a little book, I ll ask Him if I can carry these with me. It's thin isn't it ?

People die old. Thats not right. Dany never thought that was right. People are born young. That's not balanced at all. People should be born old. Dany wasn't sure how his mom could carry big old Boys in her little womb. But that has to be it. People should be born big and begin to do big things. People shouldn't be born crying and be nibbled. People should begin with C-suites like his Dad. People should be born as barristers like Mom. That was to be it. It isn't how, it is to be that, Isn't it Dany ?
People should be born old because what if He called them young like he was to do to Dany! That is not awful because all that Dany could begin was to start reading a Tom Sawyer.

Does He not know that people shouldn't be called just like that ? People who have begun with things here shouldn't be called because if they are called who is got to be knowing what they were doing ? That was right because Dany began reading a book and only Dany knows that he stopped at the 14th page, second stanza, Seventh line, fourth word that ends "...that is it." If he called Him now, Dad and Mommy and Tony wouldn't know that. How would they continue reading? It was okay for the book, because Dany would carry it with him when he goes with him, but what for the Little Canopy he was constructing to protect the poor little tadpoles at the Garden Pond? It has been a week. Dad and Mommy and Tony could not continue the project because they would not know the plan.

Hmmmmm.......

That's tough. Maybe he ll ask Him to wait as long as the Canopy was done. After all its Him who wants him and not he Him. So He has to wait. Mom told him once it was manners. Didn't Mom ?

Little Dany was not snoring when Mommy saw him late in the evening. Only people who have a lot of peace in the mind and who are not very inquisitive could snore. At least that is Granny's excuse for Grandpa's snoring.

Little Dany still woke up on the bed to see the Eastern Sun. That was awkward. He hadn't called him ?
Dany continued reading the book at the 14th page, second stanza, eighth line, fourth word that begins, " Now you begin..."

That was it. " Now I begin..." The Canopy had to be done by evening.
" Tony back on bed." That was Mommy. Strawberry milk was nice. "..and until we are back.", Mommy took over the large milk mug.
The car hoot hooot and vrooo.... Fever didn't matter for Dany. After all, who would complete what he had begun?

That was nice at the Garden pond.
The Canopy was fine. Two legs and an arch, large yellow leaves from the backyard. All was in line, except for two more legs and few more leaves. All was fine, except for the tadpoles. Where were they ?
Had He carried them away? Or did they go for a vacation ? That was what lady Magorium says in the kindergarten when children like him never showed up.

Inspection. Invigilation. No sign of Tadpoles. There were just too many frogs. And Dany didn't like the Grey-Green frogs. Do you Dany?


A long, hot, thoughtful afternoon passed.

"Daddy, I want book on tadpoles. "

After all it was daddy who told him they were poor little th-ad-pole-s.

The Grey Green Book on Green Tree Frogs and Brown Garden Frogs

Up came little Dany's first reference.

Me-ta-mor-pho-sis.

That was it. Learning new things were nice. What else would he have to talk with Him if the journey was long. What if He asks him what he learned? Danny always wanted to give answers. Questions should have answers. After all what were questions for? Isn't that right Dany? And so he made it a point to learn.

He never called him the following night too. And not the other. And little Dany kept planning new things each evening and kept completing each thing before He called him the next night. He read more, he saw more, he spoke more, he thought more and finally wrote more before each 'next night'.
He made few friends, but that was all right. Wasn't it? .After all he always kept people close to him. Little Dany taught little Pompsy to say sorry. Little Dany asked miss Mosy to think more. Little Dany asked Doc Dory to care and learn more. That was nice because little Dany was still little. That was it because, what if He called him the following night ?

After all, what if tomorrow never comes ?

That was the tale of little Dany. Each day he kept growing, because he was going with Him that evening.

Now thats the story. Isn't it Dany ?

Today I think he makes it a point to do good and say good; not because He was to board with Him the following evening, but because doing good and saying good have become habits. Good Dany Boy. After all you are going with Him one day, "Arent you Dany ?"

Excerpts from a Brother's Diary

To all siblings who love and value each other.

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8th March, 2008    

"Long ago there were a few men and a few women. Someone built a room with four walls and a door. A woman went in and it was fun to lock her there. They called the room a kitchen and a man was called her master..."

-The Wrong Genesis   

My sister at times has an emotional breakdown when people ascertain over dad’s ear that he is unfortunate to have a daughter no matter how excellent she is. My dad usually ignores them; but that does not end it all. 'The Wrong Genesis' is her diary. 

I call my sweet sister a suicide salvo for this. One who explodes herself for reasons somebody else has to accept and understand. She keeps her ear keen when I speak. She loved me; even when they told dad that he was worthy to have me and not her.

“Examples, Examples"-I shout, should make things clear to you. “You don't cry sweetheart, take it easy. I am beside you" “…You don't understand". But this time a pat on her shoulder and a warm hug did not end it all. She kept weeping.

“Tell me sib, what have I done against their wishes? When have I seemed to intimidate my dad’s pockets?? What in the world makes them look at me as a burden?? I can do things as good as you do then, why...?" her questions were meaningful enough with obvious reasons. The salt of a tear blemished with bonds as strong as cheese.

"The evening sun is beautiful sis; we‘ll visit the beach. Wash your face and pick your best dress." I wanted to take her for a twilight jaunt. There I solicit her to be partial to the sunset and then I teach her to count the stars.

"I ll drive." she slipped the key off my hand. She drives splendid, although she is only seventeen; her wink asked my recognition. Her matter of facts, her perspectives. And I often gave her enough admiration. I knew she could do things as good as I could; perhaps better- if only somebody had given her a chance to break the taboo.

" ...The Genesis embarks the gender bigotry. We were stamped as the cause of  miseries. We were coined to be born from their ribs..." 

Was that why her diary portended the Genesis? There was no point in amending her.
It points to me that Feminists are bred, not born.

She was keen in watching the vivacious sunset, dancing to the odd tune of the wind.

“...Today I changed it. I hit open the lock. I asked this woman to come out.

She was dim from the smoke and less beautiful. She sagged of the burden.And there are her daughters who had imbibed it all. Imbibed what they shouldn't have. Her nectar was uncouth, the vector herself.

Sad, they refused to come out and begged me to lock the door again.

I did; in pain; all in vain..."

I had one thought in mind.

Why are entities compared, when they cannot be chosen from ?
Why is gender discriminated when you cannot choose yours ?

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Why is gender discriminated when you cannot choose yours ? Why is then the taboo ? Comment.

Hygiene and the Conservative Indian Railway System

Dr Ramamurthy Seth has been pronouncing a lot about the H1N1 infections and what could be the most efficient way to tackle the demon’s nails. It takes me a lot of energy to comprehend the clause, looking hastily down the papers in the dawdling Indian train. The conditioned air within the chamber was not all that conditioned for a comfortable journey, but yes – it was reasonably fine. I see the statistic reports that point to the evident dwindle in the daily toll of the dreaded disease, the influenza that did more damage to what the global recession had left behind. Of course Dr Seth, we all know cleanliness and hygiene had much to do with every disease and it is always taken for granted. Nobody finds a need to discuss them seriously in medical papers these days.

Most of these trains refused my right to stay cozy on a journey; and for the same reason, I never found privilege to travel with these machines. The first class Chambers had an economic design, telling me, “Son, you are travelling in a country of Gandhian Philosophy.” Was that a joke intended? The Alappey station let the pacing Classic Machine out of the Indian novels pause, but momentary. I could see a lot of improvements at the station, none worth mentioning, because they still just managed to satisfy basic human needs.

A pity that the railways stick to the Dark Age measures to keep the station clean and running, even with a billion dollar, government owned, money vending machine  tootling with a little more than a million passengers across the length and breadth of the country at a peak hour. Was expansion all that mattered? It wasn’t very sensible to understand why the lavatory waste management system was so ancient; making this efficient, economic and reliable appliance of public transportation, a machine that defecates all along the path, irrespective of its location, speed or time.

Unfortunately, the authorities and public activists take long to recognize that the railways become serious unhygienic environments and a barter market to infections. Would it count so uneconomic a deal for the Indian democracy to initiate measures to render the Railways hygienic? Posters and sponsored awareness boards would endow with entertainment not cleanliness. It is time for a rising society to understand what hygiene means to it. Hygiene is not just a way to keep healthy. It is a status symbol.

I had been witness to an Australian tourist who dropped himself into the broad, stinging, dirt logged water channel along the Adayar station, protesting at its condition. He refused to get himself to the platform unless the authorities promised him satisfactory measures. Poor for the man, he never probably knew it would cost three hours and a quarter of his hip deep stay in the filth drench for an authority to bother about his interest, before he ventured for the adventure. Whatever he was of a social activist, I expected at least a genuine few to regret the situation at his presence. What a shame that he was left away without an offer for a shower or at the least a word of thanks for having opened their eyes! What a pity that when an alien man no related to us finds displeasure at the situation, we ourselves just walk away with napkins across the nostrils! No change has come over the Adayar Station, if it has not gone worse, discerning from my visit to Adayar a few weeks back.

It is not expected out of one of the most successful railways, to maintain the ancient lavatory system that disposes the excrement with no regulations. The machine behaves as an involuntary animal that has no control over its bowels. If incinerators turn to be convincingly uneconomic, this seriously wouldn’t be, I suggest some R&D for a control system that at least prevents the disposal at the proximity of the station. Pay per use toilets could be a good idea, provided the conservatives do not come out with red placards pointing to the fact that the government questioned their human right to pass on the bowels.

The giant gained its tempo down rural Cochin. The situations seemed to get worse. A to be metro with the most fragile sanitation and waste disposal system, the drains along the rails often shared the water ways. The easiest way to move the wastes from the slums were to pack it into the clogged drainage. Not just does this affect the slums, because it is rule that every part of this metro is a web whose stability is determined by every other part. The epicenter might never be the railways and hygiene; but the periphery of course is.

Dr Seth was expressing himself, discussing hygiene. Maybe it is an established fact; but what shields knowledge is always practice. Green House Effect and Global Warming are natural phenomenon. They would happen if all humanity had existed or not. What burns the hole is that we are accelerating it. With billion dollar projects to cut emissions and a hundred thousand dollar fines on industry management for not abiding by the rules, we could cut Global Warming marginally. But we are making no better places. It is like cutting your nails.

It wouldn’t require a global summit to discuss ways to keep your society clean. Neither of course do we want a G20 summit to discuss climate control. With China and UAE generating artificial rainfalls and fighting drought, we sit back and speak of how Mother Nature wouldn’t like it if we wrestle the drought like that. Would that again require a billion dollar venture?

Hygiene is not a right country men, hygiene is duty. When something becomes every man’s right, it forever becomes each man’s duty to himself and to others. You cannot view hygiene from any different perspective gentlemen; Love, anger and respect could be; not hygiene. It is defined by wisdom, not words.

A lot ahead at a local station in rural Palakkad, I observed someone’s good initiative; a bright pole lamp powered by a solar cell. Such little things matter a lot. They require appreciation. Maybe things would change. The eco friendly lamp lights up the intellectuality of the society, but I had be happier if I had seen the semi-automated device switched off; because no gentleman desires for a street light at this midday hour.