Thanks to my immobility!

It has been nearly ten days now, since I have been in Jammu. And life is quiet opposite to what it was in Chennai, way too much of TIME I have. How the hell should I introduce myself to any one in Jammu; well let us try: “Hey I am Vani, a writer and a contented reader”; it is one of the most pretentious ways of telling someone that I am unemployed.

“Nichts machen ist manchmal auch gut” said a German scholar. But how much of nichts machen can one handle anyways. On the contrary Navneeth is keeping quiet busy. I barely get time with Navneeth, he is too busy being Captain Navneeth almost 25X7, well I am not even close to exaggeration, trust me I am being dead honest.

Navneeth has been working like he is never going to work for all his lives to come (I am a practicing Hindu, well almost, and I believe in reincarnation) and I have been resting like I am never going to rest for all my lives to come. It is a lives-time rest!!!

Not to blame Navneeth, it is doing exactly the same thing I did when he came on leave in Chennai. I leave home at 15 past eight at day and am back home by 30 to eight in the evening. What goes around comes around, doesn’t it? Not very long ago was I craving for some time for my own-self and now I just having way too much of time minus Navneeth, which is not very exciting as well. To make matters worse I met with an accident on the weekend, it was an auto-rickshaw walla this time who did the honour. They are of the same blood all over the country with respect to poor traffic sense. As a matter of us India as a nation is bad in following traffic rules but only our brethren on the rickshaw go that extra-mile in being insensitive to traffic rules.

Thanks to my immobility (I am now a proud owner of a swollen right leg and a deep cut right hand), I am left with little option to kill time. Lessons reinforced during this experience were that driving in Jammu is awfully dangerous. If you are around Jammu you would notice that there just too many of young men sporting there three wheelers with three men on them and to add to the spectacle are all the three sans helmet. And a ride down the city it you would notice that the people of Jammu have absolutely no hand signals in place, they drive as if hand signals don’t exist at all. One request to my brothers and sisters of Jammu: “Please wake up to traffic signals and hand signals”, it ain’t rocket science and it could make life easier, literally or otherwise.

Actually driving anywhere in India seems dangerous these days, prevention being better than cure I think it is time that all of us do the little things that we can do to protect ourselves. Like wearing a helmet on bike and wearing up your seatbelt while driving, it is more our attitude towards driving which is negligence without which most accidents could be avoided. It makes a difference between heaven and earth right!

I am reading, catching up with old friends, writing to them planning my home, watching a movie and doing all the other activities a crippled can do. I am hoping to recover soon, the discomfort is annoying. Just hoping that a new change will put an end to this phase as well.