I don't know if any of you believe in karma,fate and the hand of God.....(I use the phrase because its so suited in the football fever!).I am not too much into spirituality and before you can deduce that I probably fall on spirits and wines in moments of gloom,well,I don't indulge in that pleasure either...But an incident yesterday, really made me feel that there is the Hand of God and his watchful eyes on troubled souls and so here I am talking of it.
I just finished my operations and was heading back home having the satisfaction of made a couple of people's lives a bit better not knowing that my own life was going to be in troubled waters and I mean that literally...Entering into an empty, soulless house (my family just left for home and so the string of pathos in the adjectives that I use..)and did the most normal thing that 1 million people all over the world want to do after coming back... wash my hands.. and lo..panic gripped me when I saw the tap looking as if it had suffered a sudden stroke and landed into unrevivable paraplagia..not a drop flowing down.Panic,fear and all the negative emotions known to man thought of being friendly to me that very moment and I was in doldrums on what to do....it may appear not to be so alarming but it was a saturday......friday and saturday out here in this alien country are the times when even the birds don't chirp because its an official holiday!You aren't allowed to die on these two days because ...cmon.... its a holiday!
So where would I get a soul to find pity on this thirsty,panic stricken human..Anyway, once in water, you got to make an effort to save yourself from drowning (even the metaphors are related to water.. gosh!), so off i treaded along to the hospital administration to pull me out of this quicksand.But what awaited me there was no mystery.Just a single person in the company of vacant seats around him sat there giving me what-the hell-are -you-doing-here-on-a-holiday look.I got on with the watery saga looking at him as if he was my knight in shinig armour.His reply was just two words "its saturday", enough to make me feel guilty that I had taken a saturday to run my taps dry!
And so I returned to the soulless and now drought struck house borrowing the keys of my friendly neighbour to use his toilet when nature calls (and it sure calls more often when you least want it to!).Resigning to my fate and cursing the water company, I got on with cooking and eating lunch when I had all but decided to rest the aching legs, the door bell rang.
The bell hardly rings in my house except when the garbage is due to be collected in the evening....so wondering who it could be ....I opened the door and BEHOLD....there stands my apartment maintenance incharge standing to ask me if I have any problem......I could almost see a crown with the halo around him and would not have minded accepting him as Lord Krishna, if he had said that .......he is anyway pretty close to being a Godly figure having a name of Mohammed.I just could not believe this stroke of luck.......on a saturday,I have the person whom I have been desparately wanting to meet standing at my door asking me for any complaints without me even writing one.He said it was a routine check.......I was zapped! I just poured out my problem even before I took a breath as I didnt want this to be a dream........ and even if it was let the water flow,Lord, before thy vanish from my sight!!!He heard and he left and the next time I opened the taps, the water was gushing and puffing like a wild boar through the tap...........can't really attribute this stroke of luck to anything else but............. THE HAND OF GOD!
The bell hardly rings in my house except when the garbage is due to be collected in the evening....so wondering who it could be ....I opened the door and BEHOLD....there stands my apartment maintenance incharge standing to ask me if I have any problem......I could almost see a crown with the halo around him and would not have minded accepting him as Lord Krishna, if he had said that .......he is anyway pretty close to being a Godly figure having a name of Mohammed.I just could not believe this stroke of luck.......on a saturday,I have the person whom I have been desparately wanting to meet standing at my door asking me for any complaints without me even writing one.He said it was a routine check.......I was zapped! I just poured out my problem even before I took a breath as I didnt want this to be a dream........ and even if it was let the water flow,Lord, before thy vanish from my sight!!!He heard and he left and the next time I opened the taps, the water was gushing and puffing like a wild boar through the tap...........can't really attribute this stroke of luck to anything else but............. THE HAND OF GOD!
