Monday, April 6, 2020

3.5 Corona days: 9ness

9 multiplied by 10 minutes before 9 pm I had to leave my house to meet a person living in house number 9 divided by 3 on the 9th floor of the 9th block. His house was 9 minutes away from my house by walk. My house is neither on the 9th floor nor in the 9th block. As I walked out of the building I found more than 9 persons walking around the complex. None of the more than 9 persons covered their nose and mouth with a surgical mask. Of the more than 9 persons walking around the complex around 9 of them were children. They played and ran around the complex with 9 buildings happily. The others were in their houses preparing for the 9 minutes of candle burning at 9 pm. I pressed the button with the numeral 9 in the lift. The counter in the lift incremented steadily. When the counter reached 9, the doors opened and I got out of the lift to the 9th floor. I rang the door bell of the house numbered 9 divided by 3. I heard a dog bark 9 times from inside. The door opened and I walked into the apartment. I spent 9 minutes in the apartment talking to this person. I pressed the lift button and the lift doors opened when the lift counter showed 9. I walked into the lift and pressed the 0 button. The counter in the lift decreased from 9 to 0. I got off the lift and walked out of the 9th block. Once again I saw more than 9 persons and 9 children walking around the complex with 9 buildings. Both the lifts of my building were on 9th floor. I pressed the button to get the lift from the 9th floor to the ground floor. When the lift reached from the ground floor from the 9th floor, the doors opened. I got in and pressed the button of my floor. The lift passed the 9th floor on its way up. I reached my home 9 minutes after I left the 9th floor of the 9th block. The 9 minutes at 9 pm was still an hour away. I took out my mobile, opened WhatsApp and typed a status message "When 9 people get together at 9 o clock 9 km from the 9th milestone on NH 9, 9 people end up meeting each other at 9 o clock 9 km from the 9th milestone on NH 9"

Not everything said has an inner meaning. Some of things said have no meaning at all.

Saturday, April 4, 2020

3. Corona days:Nine at Nine

Nine: Comes from 5 + 4
Nine: A perfect square
Nine: Lives for a cat
Nine: Lives by Aerosmith
Nine: The cloud to be on
Nine: Planet in days bygone
Nine: Number of yards in whole
Nine: Dante's circles of hell
Nine: DD's serial time
Nine: Saved by a stitch in time
Nine: Rings of power
Nine: Flourine's atomic number
Nine: Members in the fellowship
Nine: Is six downside up
Nine: Nazgûl or Ringwraiths
Nine: In my birthday dates
Nine: At the end of my first decade
Nine: Virtues of Buddha
Nine: Nights of Navarathri
Nine: Sivajis in Navarathri
Nine: Ratnas in Navaratna
Nine: Celestial in Navagraha
Nine: Months of pregnancy
Nine: Years in a big company
Nine: Revolutions by Beatles
Nine: Inch Nails
Nine: No bigger single digit integer
Nine: In the cost of a Bata slipper
Nine: To Five no longer
Nine: A Prithviraj Thriller
Nine minutes at Nine

Lotajokamanixosa

I have been diagnosed with Lotajokamanixosa. The doctor had a grave expression when he informed me of my condition. But unlike the Nova Corona virus my condition is not caused by a virus. It is not even caused by a bacteria. Actually, the doctors are not sure of its cause. They have been observing me for a few days and have managed to get an idea of the cause of my condition. They placed me in a big machine; I think it is called CT scan. A doctor sat in the another room watching the insides of my head through a set of monitors. Apparently, my brain is in black and white. I was inside this big machine and could not really see the screen but I could see the corner of a monitor placed in a corner of the room from the corner of my eye and it showed that a corner of my brain is in black and white and as a result I concluded that all corners and the middle of my brain should be in black and white. 

NOTE: The previous line is a clear symptom of my condition. I could hear a voice in a corner of my brain tell me "If you continue to build long sentences containing many corners, you will find yourself in the coroner's office". But in my current condition, I pushed these words to an inaccessible corner of my cornered brain. For the very last time, corner.

As I lay in this big machine, I heard the door open.  A few of my friends walked in garrulously and the staff at the hospital had to tsk-tsk them to silence. They looked at me sheepishly and waved a set of hellos at me. I waved back. The nurse walked up to me and asked me to start talking to my friends. I talked to them about CAA and NRC and my friends listened. They shook their head this way and that in agreement but did not say anything for the fear of being tsk-tsk-ed again. A few minutes later, the nurse walked up to me and said "Not this kind of talk but your usual talk". I looked at her for a moment before starting a new thread of conversation. I started talking about Deep Purple, Savatage and Fates Warning. My friends looked at each other and rolled their eyes. They started shuffling their feet and one of them requested to leave as he wanted to visit the toilet. Once again the nurse came close by and said "Not like this. Be funny". I looked back at her shocked and asked "What you mean be funny?" She said "Tell your jokes". I was offended by this statement and nearly shouted "I never joke". One of my friends came closer and asked "What are you doing inside this machine?" I looked at him from the corner of my eye and said "My large head is inside the large head of this machine in this large room". My friend went "Ha ha ha" and a few said "good one da". I smiled and continued "The head doctor of the department that looks into people's head is heading towards the next room to look with his eyes which are situated on his head at the pictures of the insides of my head which are transmitted from the head through the head of this looking-into-heads machine on one of the terminals that is above or below his head". My friends started laughing uncontrollably. Some shook my hands. All of them showered praises on me - "Good one da", "Super da", "That's a heady statement da", "You are the best man", "How do you do it!" From the corner of my eyes, I looked at the nurse. She was not laughing. Instead she was looking at my friends and me bewildered.  It seemed that her eyes were ready to pop out of her head.

The head doctor walked into the room and said "That will do! Please meet me in my chamber in 30 minutes". I looked at the head doctor who was visible from the corner of my eye and asked "you have a chamber?" The head doctor responded with a touch of anger in his voice "My room!" I placed my head back on the machine and said "Oh room!"

The doctor was sitting behind his desk looking at some papers when I walked into his room. With his right hand he directed me to sit on the patient's chair. I looked at the chair hesitantly. For the past few weeks I had been a regular occupant of that chair. As a result I did not like sitting on it; it was also placed close to the doctor. When I was young I went through a dreadful disease that required me to take injections every day for two or three months. I did not cry or make a scene when the doctor injected me with some dreadful medicine but I always hated the sight of the needle approaching me. Since then I have done my best to keep away from doctors. The trauma of those days has resulted in me not talking to a cousin once he became a doctor. 

I walked towards the seat hesitantly and sat on it tentatively. The doctor said without taking his eyes off the papers "don't worry the chair will not bite you". I looked down at the chair and responded "That's reassuring." The doctor turned around and looked at me for a moment. He held a grim expression on his face. He cleared his throat and said "My friend!" He did not continue but continued to look at me. Like Anand in the movie Anand, I wanted to tell the doctor "Babu Moshay! Kah daliya doctor saab, Aapka man halka ho jayega". After a few second, the doctor once again said "My friend!" and went back to silence again. My jaw dropped to the floor like Jim Carrey's in the movie Mask. The doctor cleared his throat, brought a grave expression on his face and said "My dear friend! I am afraid you have a condition that we refer to as Lotajokamanixosa". I was stunned. The whole world started spinning around me. My world started falling apart. I felt the hand of death tightening around my throat. All of a sudden, death loosened its hand and the world stopping falling apart and spinning. I cried out "Wait a minute! What the hell is Lota-whatever-whatever." The doctor placed his hand on my shoulders. I was tempted to take that hand off his shoulder but unfortunately I don't give into violence and so I let him have his hand. He said in an annoyingly soothing voice "It is not Lota-whatever-whatever. It is Lotajokamanixosa. It is a serious medico-psychological condition that is seen in some parts of the world. Twenty seven cases have been identified so far. The patients afflicted by this condition are all in their teens or twenties. You are the oldest". For some inexplicable reason, the doctor decided to stop. Somehow nothing he said made sense for me. I asked "What is this Lota...? This disease what does it have to do with my headaches". The doctor got up, he placed his hand on my shoulders and said "let us sit on the sofa". 

The doctor's office seemed more advanced than the Starship Enterprise's bridge. The guy had an affection for the colour white; not surprising for a doctor. This affection became apparent as soon as one entered his room. Other than his stethoscope and pants everything else was white in his room. At one corner of the room, he had placed a white sofa and on opposite wall was a white screen on a white wall. A projector attached to the ceiling, also white, projected whatever the doctor wanted to project, on to the white screen on the white wall. We sat down on the sofa. The doctor dimmed the lights and said "I have a video. This will give you an idea of your condition." I did not like him using the word condition for my condition but I was in no condition to protest so I let him get away with his usage of the word condition. 

A video started playing.

It reminded me of the "Cigarette smoking is injurious to health" message that is shown prior to movies. The ones referred to as "swasakosam" in a few Malayalam movies. A young chap was sitting on a chair bent forward holding his head in his hands. A few people walk in through the door and starts talking to him. He lifts his head and tells something in Japanese. The subtitles translated his words to "I have a splitting headache". The others look at him with sadness in their face. One of them asks "did you visit the doctor?" He looks up and responds "Yes! I have Lotajokamanixosa". The friends ask in unison "What is Lotajokamanixosa?" He responds "Lotajokamanixosa is a condition of the brain in which the Amygdala grows and as a result the person has headaches". The friends say "Oh!" in unison. He continues "It is not a common condition. Only a handful of people have been affected by this condition. The are no real cures for this condition". The friends once again say in unison "But what will you do?" He responds "I have to take some medicines and also do meditation and Yoga." The friends respond in unison "Oh!"

I got tired of the video. It was worse than the swasakosam videos. It did not matter that it was "Made in Japan". The doctor had not come back yet. He said he will return in 30 minutes and he had been gone for only five minutes. I was unable to put up with another minute of the video let alone another twenty five minutes. I had been in the hospital for 5 hours by then and had no idea how much longer I had to stay. The left side of my head started aching. I looked around the annoyingly white room. A piece of red arrested my attention. I got up and walked over to the white table by the white wash basin. The break in the white was caused by an unopened cake of soap with a red wrapper. The small packing had a lot written on it. I was amused to see the following words written on the bottom of the pack.

Your skin is exposed to sun, dust and pollution every time you get out. This puts you at risk of skin problems like blah, blah and blah. Regular use of this soap reduce this risk by 95%, giving you healthy and radiant skin, which is why doctors trust it 100%.
* Based on internal study conducted in some month of some year and same month as previously mentioned of some other year.

As one went through the words they seem to make sense but at the end of it I realized it did not mean anything. It gives a lot of information but the information does not mean anything. The writer of these word might be one of the twenty seven persons affected by this condition called Lotajokamanixosa. I threw the bar of soap on the table and went around the room. I looked at the books in the white book shelf. The books were all of dull colour and merged with the whiteness of the room. All the books belonged to the medical field and I was unable to even understand the meaning of their titles. I moved on and looked at the objects spread over the table. I did not find anything of interest there. I went around the room and came back to the couch again. The video had proceeded from the patient in Japan. Now the people on the screen were speaking in Spanish. The video was as boring as the earlier one. I read the subtitles for a few minutes. They were the same as the subtitles of the earlier video about the Japanese patient. I wondered if the persons on the screen were actors or the actual patients and their friends. I observed the people for some time. Their feelings seemed more real than real. Actors! I concluded.

The ache inside my head increased. The doctor will not be back for another fifteen minutes, that is assuming he would not be delayed. I looked back at the room. Its brightness made my head throb. I made a decision. I opened the door and walked out. The crowd and noise of the corridor shocked me. It was a welcome change from the brightness and loneliness of the room. I walked towards the exit. I stopped at the pharmacy and asked the pharmacist to give me a strip of the universal cure for all ailments, Crocin. The pharmacist looked at me suspiciously and asked "Crocin?" I said "Yes!". Suspicion did not leave his face "Nothing else? No prescription?" I responded confidently "No prescription! I came with a friend to meet a doctor". He eyed me suspiciously for a few seconds before walking away. As I was leaving the pharmacy, I saw the doctor's assistant walk out of the corridor searching the crowd. I ducked into the crowd and walked out of the exit.

As I walked out of the gates, a feeling of being free spread through me. I looked at the flowing traffic with a smile and took a deep breath of the smoke filled fresh air. I tapped the strip of Crocin in my pocket and thought "The perfect cure of Lotajokamanixosa lies right here in my pocket. No doctor can prescribe anything better." 

Friday, April 3, 2020

2. Corona days: Lockdown begins

The time was 11:23 pm. I sat wondering if it was time to sleep yet. We had completed two days of lockdown. Boredom had not struck us yet. Each of us were busy with our own activities. Through the day, the television informed us about the Corona virus pandemic in English, Tamil and Malayalam. The chaos in the world continued to increase and miracles remained elusive. The lockdown caused hardships for many. But it was especially hard for people living in poverty. Many were daily wage workers staying away from their families. They could not survive without work while they were away from their family and home and wanted to go home.  They were even ready to walk hundreds of kilometres to reach the safety of their homes and family. The intent of the lockdown was to keep people away from each other but the Governments did not think about the poor and their hardships. Since the advent of civilization, the poor had no choice but to live through misery. Thanks to the development of the 20th century, their misery has become a spectacle for others. The plight of the poor due to the lockdown was shown by all the news channel and soon memes started appearing too. They showed the Indians living abroad being brought back in planes while the poor in India walked barefoot on highways carrying their less than humble possessions on their heads. The poor continued to face the brunt of the problems, not just in India but around the world. The virus itself has been fairer to the poor till now and has mostly focused on affecting the affluent. But I am not sure if the situation will remain the same.

The demand for news took us different channels. At some point, we reached Sky News and then Al Jazeera. The latter turned out to be one of the few channels that covered the events in Spain and Italy. The coverage on Italy pointed out that the spread of the virus was primarily in the North of Italy, which is the affluent part of Italy. The lockdown has affected the availability of work, money and food all over the country but it affected people in the south more and they started rioting. Once again it seemed to me that the virus chose to affect the people staying in comfort. Of course, this is at best an armchair analysis but look at the list of the top fifteen countries affected by the Novel Corona virus as of 3 April 2020. Except for Iran and maybe Turkey the remaining countries are considered to be developed nations.

The news bulletins were annoyingly interspersed by advertisements. They interrupted the flow of the news and made us lose interest in it. Sometimes, I felt lazy to change the channel or walk away. At those times, I ended up watching the advertisements. As a result, I came to the conclusion that most of the advertisements in the English news channels are related to insurance. I found these advertisements reassuring. I especially liked the one where a man ensures that his wife's pallu does not get stuck between escalator steps. He then takes her handbag from her and moves ahead. She taps his shoulders while smiling at him lovingly. In the next scene, an insurance person talks to them very calmly about the importance of  insurance. At the end of the talk, the man looks at his wife who gives her approval with the same loving smile. I felt calm wash over me as I watched the advertisement. It was after watching this advertisement for the fourth time in two hours that I realized that the most of the advertisements shown on the channel were related to insurance.

The phrase "social distancing" has been mentioned a number of times during the past few weeks. It is turning out to be the most common phrase of the year and possibly of the decade. We are educated on the intricacies of social distancing by many on social media and television. We have accepted the term and resorted to waving of hands and folding them into namastes instead of shaking hands to ensure social distancing. But the fourteen year old in our house had an issue with the term and questioned it. "Why do they call it social distancing? Should it not be physical distancing?" He had a point! The primary intent of social distancing is to avoid contact, which implies physical distancing. In these tough times, physical distancing should actually result in loneliness.  Towards this end, we should maintain social interaction with our friends and family. Now more than ever we should be there for each other. The increased traffic on social media is a proof for our insatiable desire to interact with one other. We will find it tough to survive if we are not connected. So it seems to me that we are talking about physical distancing rather than social distancing. But there should be a reason for it to be called social distancing and not physical distancing!

Messages and discussions continued to flood my WhatsApp and Facebook accounts. I followed some with interest. Information of all sorts came in from every direction. I was unable to determine the veracity of most messages and claims. One of the group on WhatsApp had many smart people discussing about the pandemic from different angles. As is usually the case in such situations, I kept quiet and followed every message. I guess my own anxiety to get information about this pandemic made these discussions seem interesting. They shared studies and papers related to the virus and the pandemic. One of the papers described the possible impact of the BCG vaccine on the virus. According to the paper, Japan did not care about social distancing and yet the pandemic is far from alarming in that country. Apparently, BCG vaccination is mandatory there. On the other hand, people in countries like Italy and US do not take BCG vaccination and the number of deaths have been high in these countries. Iran started the vaccination in 1984. So in Iran only people younger than 36 have been vaccinated and as a result the number of deaths has been high in Iran too. The paper does not talk about India but one of the persons in the group wondered if the impact India is also low as BCG vaccination has been mandatory in India for many years. This probably is the reason for crowded areas like Dharavi not being affected by this pandemic yet (this was before the first case from Dharavi came to light).

Meanwhile the situation of the poor continued to worsen. Their livelihood had turned grave due to lack of job, money and food. Many did not even have a place to stay. To some it seemed that they were going through pain to save the rich. Some messages on WhatsApp mentioned that the rich could stuff their homes with food, water and entertainment and stay comfortably for many weeks while the poor did not even have a home and if they did, they were either miles away from it or had very little food in it. Yet, the rich cried about the hardships they faced while living through lockdown. By rich, I mean all who are not poor and not just the Ambanis or Mallyas.

The constant bickering between the various Governments in the country and the Governments and its citizens is raising a problem for the country. Earlier, almost everyone criticized the Government at the centre and at least this resulted in everyone focusing on the issue at hand. Today, a section of people worship the Government and the remaining loath them. As soon as the Government announces or does something, the worshipers shower praises on the Government and the loathers criticize the Government vehemently. The actual issue is the argument between the two sides. This is happening during this pandemic too. When thousands started walking hundreds of kilometres to their home town from the capital, the media made a lot of noise about it. As a result, the Government of Delhi reacted. A thousand buses attempted to transport the people on the road to various places. It is not clear for me where they were transported to and how far these places were from their respective home towns.  But this reaction resulted in people congregating to one location to board the buses. The news channels showed long lines of people waiting for the buses. Physical distancing is a pre-requisite for social distancing and in this case, the no concept of distancing was upheld. If anyone in the crowd was infected by the virus, he/she would have transmitted it to many. Thus the people reaching their homes in different parts of the country would end up aiding the spread of the virus. Who is responsible for this? Many point at the Prime Minister and his Government. Others point to the Delhi Government. But are we not all part of a single country ? Isn't this every Government's problem? It has been obvious for many years that depending of the ruling party in the different states and the country, the different Governments end up hating each other and refuse to work with each other. The democratic process that India has chosen requires people from different places and parties to work with each other. This country cannot survive with Governments shirking their responsibilities and pointing fingers at each other when problems arise.

Who suffers? Not me, I am sitting comfortably with a full stomach in my living room. Actually I am not sitting comfortably; the fan is not right above my head and the breeze that usually blows through the window has not been blowing today. As a result, I feel a few beads of sweat on my forehead. This is the extent of discomfort that many of us face. But Ranveer Singh has a discomfort in his heart and it simply stopped beating on a highway 200 kilometres from Delhi and a 100 kilometres from his home. Why could Ranveer Singh have not stayed in Delhi? Why did he decide to go on this arduous journey? Is this his mistake? Why did he not have the confidence that his Government will take care of him? Maybe he had many reasons to believe that his Government will not take care of him. The questions continue! Why did the Governments not take care of him? Delhi has two Governments associated with it. At least one of them could have taken care of him. While we focus on keeping Novel Corona off our map, should we not take care of the many Ranveer Singhs who might end up dead in their attempt to live? The worst is that the people walking back to their villages are called migrants. They are living in their country and yet they are referred to as migrants.

Its dark outside and inside. The virus has already brought down our spirits and the actions of the people did not brighten our feelings. I looked at white dots spread across the dark night from my balcony. The roads were quiet. The quietness of the roads made us realize the regular flow of traffic that existed earlier. I stared into the darkness for a few moments thinking about the future. How will this outbreak end? I being a slave of the Internet decided to check if there was an answer in the Internet. I asked Google to tell me something about the future of the world with Novel Corona virus. It provided me with an article from BBC as response. The article was titled Covid-19: The history of pandemics and  as is expected from articles like this, was scary. It started off with the line "Throughout history, nothing has killed more human beings than infectious disease. Covid-19 shows how vulnerable we remain – and how we can avoid similar pandemics in the future". The scientific and technological developments have made humans arrogant and made us feel invincible - Few more centuries and we will conquer the whole universe. After that the sun can gobble up the earth anytime it wants to. But we forget out past and hence don't realize our vulnerability. As the author says "... today epidemics are rarely discussed in history classes, while in the not so distant past, they were simply a terrible fact of life. There are few memorials to the victims of disease".

The small shop in our apartment complex is run by an old man who loves to talk. He speaks to me in Malayalam. I usually call out "Chetta" as I walk into the shop and he responds with a "Parayu chetta!". He is our daily connection with the outside world these days. During the first three or four days of lockdown, I went to the shop to buy something or the other. Every day I asked him the same question "how is the situation outside?" and every time he responded with a painful expression. "It is very tough. None of the shops are open. There are no vehicles on the road. At the junction, the cops either shout abuses at people or start beating them up. Women and older men are receive verbal abused whereas younger men are beaten up". I cut him short to clarify "so I guess, I will hear some abuses, right?" He responded "You will receive abuses but this person here would receive some beatings" he said pointing at a person who was standing beside him. The person was taken aback for he was not paying attention to our conversation. In confusion, he asked "what?". The shopkeeper explained "We were talking about the police beating up younger people if they are seen on the roads. So if you are on the road, the police will beat you up." The person was baffled and could not say anything. He stared at the shopkeeper and me for a few seconds before walking out of the shop. The shopkeeper's frustration increased as the lockdown proceeded. He did not get many products for the shop and even if he did, it came after going through a great amount of difficulty. He painted a bleak picture of the situation outside.

The news channels reflected the shop keeper's words. The police had taken the lockdown seriously. They chased everyone on the roads back to their houses. They used a variety of mechanisms to achieve their ends. The most popular being the time tested policy of thrashing the wanderer's bottoms. At times, the police used their imagination and made the law breakers do sit ups (thoppu karanam). To bring variety to their routine a few of them made the guilty leap frog away. From the first day of the lockdown, videos surfaced on social media about these incidents. Most of the videos claimed that the persons were delivering essential goods or attempting to purchase them when the incident took place. The issue did not emerge in black and white. Our people being our people refuse to do what they are asked to do. On an working day, they would want to stay at home but ask them to stay at home and they would want to be everywhere else. Some would have a dire need to go to the bank, while others would feel an uncontrollable wish to visit their uncle or aunt. A few would have the irrepressible urge to have vazha thandu for lunch while others would simply feel the desire to drive along the empty roads of their over-crowded city. Thus the locked down country's roads end up not being empty enough and the police have no choice but to express their frustration.

Five days into the lockdown, we had to replenish a part of our stock. I called the nearest More Supermarket and asked if it was open. The person on the other side said yes. I asked if there were stocks. He responded yes. I asked one if the shop was crowded. He said no. So I decided to visit the supermarket. As I walked out of the door, I covered the bottom part of my face with a surgical mask. In the car, I attempted to steel my resolve by running through the list of Tamil swear words in my vocabulary. As the junction approached, I felt I was ready to face the policemen and their abuses. I did not see any policemen at junction. I expected one to jump onto the road at any time but none did. I turned left and proceeded to the supermarket. I was utterly disappointed for I had prepared myself to receive a few abuses and had actually hoped to learn two or three new words in the process.

The Supermarket was not crowded. As in other parts of the country, a series of circles one metre apart were drawn on the ground outside its entrance. I stood inside the fourth circle. There were eight persons inside the super market. Most people in the line wore masks. The man in the third circle had brought his teenaged son along. The son wore a surgical mask but the father preferred to use his hand kerchief as a mask. In a few minutes, a tall man wearing shorts, t-shirt and mask and talking into a mobile phone tried to walk through the entrance of the shop. The security person stopped him and asked him to go to the end of the line. The man was taken aback by this and stared at the security person for a few seconds before turning around to look at the people standing in the line. All of us stared at him. He slowly walked towards the back of the line. In a few minutes, I was the first in the line.

I walked up to the security person. He sprayed a few droplets of hand sanitizer on my palms. I applied it on my palms using a compressed version of 20 second the hand wash routine (I said "Happy birthday to you" instead of singing the 20 second long "Haaaappy beeeerthday toooo yooooouuu"). He pointed his temperature gun (or whatever it is called) at my forehead and looked intently at something on the other side of gun. I felt a thrill pass through my insides. I have only seen these devices in television and cinema screens. For the first time someone was pointing the device at me. He moved the device away and asked me go in. I had passed the temperature test and got the permission to enter the supermarket. I felt like a black-robed graduate walking down from the stage with his graduation certificate in his hands. I had run through the list of essential items we required while standing in the one metre apart line. But as soon as I entered the shop, my mind went blank. I wanted to go to the right but changed my mind and went left. I stopped and went into one of the alleys, which contained many empty racks. The remaining contained biscuits, chocolates and other snacks. To clear the confusion off my mind, I picked three large packets of Parle G, two large packets of Marie and one large packet of Haldiram's Aloo Bhujia. The sight of food in the cart cleared my mind and I went around the different alleys picking the required items. As I walked towards the billing counter, I had a feeling I missed picking something important and was tempted go around the shop once more but I resisted the temptation.

On reaching home, I washed my hands using soap for twenty seconds. This pandemic has brought a lot of focus on washing hands. By the time we are through with this pandemic I would have washed my hands for more time than all the washing of hands I have done in my life prior to the start of the pandemic. Also, it has changed my style of washing hands. Earlier, it was wet my palms, apply the soap on my palms, rub the palms this way and that for a few second and wash away the soap in water. Even today, the process remains the same but the third step has expanded into six sub-steps. I did not understand the steps well till a video on WhatsApp explained it clearly. It showed a pair gloved hands applying black paint on their palms. The video clearly showed that one required six steps to ensure that the paint/soap reaches all parts of the palm. From now till end of life washing of my palms will proceed through steps 1, 2, 3.0, 3.1, 3.2, 3.3, 3.4, 3.5, 4, 5, and 6. Another new aspect of washing is the entry of the liquid called hand sanitizer. I have seen this liquid at a number of places before but have never trusted it. Being a staunch Indian, I don't trust a cleaning process if it does not involve water. But now I readily spread my hand for a few drops of this solution. I have a small bottle of this solution in my car and use it every time I get into the car. I find its fragrance reassuring . The quantity of alcohol present in the hand sanitizers worry me though. The one at the supermarket's billing counter had so much alcohol in it that when I got back home I had to sleep for an hour.

I have never ever typed anything in my whole life with such clean hands.

India was chugging along the Corona season with only a few cases per day when someone discovered the Nizamuddin meeting and all hell broke loose, literally. Tamilnadu reported a hundred cases one day due to the discovery of participants from this meeting who tested positive. Almost instantly many channels and people got into the Hindu - Muslim debate. This is a problem with the Government. A meeting was held with 2000 people attending it and some of the participants were foreigners. Yet the Government did not have information about this meeting for nearly ten days from the declaration of lockdown. Sadly, the meeting came to the authorities' notice due to the deaths of a few participants of this meeting in Telangana.  This has turned out to be a big lapse in the government's strategy to identify potential virus carriers. I don't think we can blame the people for taking part in the meeting. The meeting commenced before the virus was considered a threat in many parts of the world. The Government should have taken care of identifying this congregation as soon as the virus became a serious threat. By Government, I mean the Delhi and Central Governments. These two Governments are not doing their jobs. They have been pointing fingers at each other and the public have suffered for many years now. The responsibility of taking care of Delhi should either be with the state or the central Government. This sharing of responsibility does not work. I think the result of the lapse will weigh heavily on the nation.

After reading the article from BBC, I sat quietly for some time. Everyone had slept and the house was quiet. This quietness did not extend to my mind. Many thoughts and worries ran around my head. At the beginning of the article the author mentions "The simulation predicted that 586,000 people would die in the US alone. If the most pessimistic estimates about Covid-19 come true, the far better named “Crimson Contagion” will seem like a day in the park". Half a million people dying in the US! Every day the worry got bigger. As I sat within the confines of my house, I felt safe but I was not really sure if this feeling of safety was like a placebo effect. The thought of dying is a complicated one. Personally, I don't think I am anxious about dying. Sooner or later, I will die. Also, I find the question "what happens after dying?" exciting. But there are others! 

Saturday, March 28, 2020

1. Corona days: The beginning

I am spending the Corona season being insensitive. This will not come as a surprise for many who think they know me. They would be shocked if I uttered something like "it is sad that humanity has to go through such misery and worry". To avoid such shocks I don't utter "it is sad that humanity has to go through such misery and worry" instead I try to amuse them with "Corona Coranjillallo", "Corona Coranja Collam" and "Corona Coraikudi Coodi". To my utter dismay people have ignored my attempts at amusing them. Now that I am not working from home, I have enough time to sit in a corner and ponder on the cause of this ignorance on the of the part around. I held a cup of black coffee in my hand as I pondered. For some time, I did not hold any cup in my hand as I pondered. Finally, I held a cup of tea as I pondered. I am glad that I found the cause; causes actually for there are two.

1. People cannot stop thinking about Corona and this has reduced the ability to think about anything else. Even if a car runs over them, they would get up dust themselves clean and walk away. This would sound like an exaggeration for some but I am not making this up. Since Corona went pandemic no one's dying of any other causes. I went through the newspapers and watched many of the news channels. But everywhere its 10, 100 or 300 dying due to the virus and nothing else. Isn't that good enough to shock people out of their wits! NOTE: The above statement is not entirely factual or actual. The deaths of Kenny Rogers, Uderzo, Satish Gujral and  Dr. Sethu are not attributed to the virus. But I am ignoring these anomalies.
2. My words were said in chaste Malayalam, which people are unable to understand.

I am disappointed by the Corona virus. The world has been prostrating in front of the virus and begging it to leave us alone. But I am not begging instead I would like to inform the virus to get to me early or give me the skip entirely. During the initial days of the pandemic, every patient is known - not by their name but by their number. The television anchor informs us about each of the early patients by screaming into the camera "Today yet another person was found affected by the virus. This is the fifth person from the city and he hails from the xyz area of the city". Every news channel and newspaper in the country (and possibly the world) will talk about this patient on that day and if he/she is lucky or unlucky on the following days too. The person will be etched in many minds across the globe as patient number five from xyz city. But as the pandemic spreads, the number of cases increases and one ends up being one among 12,394 patients from the city. So if I have to afflicted by the virus, its better be one of the first in the country or at least the state. It is now too late to have that distinction. So I am disappointed with this virus and I humbly request the virus to prance around me.

I have another reason to be disappointment by this virus - its name. First they called it Corona virus. Many memes followed; the most popular being Corona beer manufacturers wanting to change the name of the virus to Budweiser virus. Within a few days, I got to understand that the Corona virus has been residing within us for many centuries. One version of the common flu is a result of this virus. I realized that Corona virus is not very different from dogs; the virus too had its own versions of German Shepherd and Labrador. The virus that is currently terrorizing the world is a new born cousin of the good old Corona virus and has been christened Novel Corona Virus. Novel Corona virus sounds like the name of a fancy store. I don't like it! To make things worse at some point Novel Corona virus gave way for COVID-19. It sounds like the name of a pill for diabetes or blood pressure and not of a virus. With a name like that someone will actually consume it rather than keep away from it. I am not sure what COVID stands for but I guess that Co stands for Corona and Vi stands for Virus. I have no idea what the D and 19 stands for and I am in no mood to ascertain its expansion. Thus my impression about the virus is not great though it has been creating tsunami sized ripples around the world. But, as I mentioned earlier, the world thinks otherwise.

As soon as the virus landed on our laps, everyone started sending videos and memes to each other over WhatsApp about the virus. Over the past few days, I have received more videos than I have in my entire life. People have been advising, coaxing, threatening, mocking and begging through these messages. For reasons beyond my comprehension, I have studied all these videos and memes and have come to the conclusion that no one has any idea about the virus. But the videos have kept me occupied and I have understood the following from them.

1. The virus and its spread were predicted in various books from 1990 to 2010. Some books have explicitly said that the virus will spread from Wuhan. I am surprised that no one has brought Nostradamus' name into the scene yet. I think Nostradamus' fame ended at the turn of the century. Today's video and meme creators would scratch their heads and ask "Isn’t Nostradamus the name of the Church in Paris that went up in flames recently?". "Yes, yes! Same one! Did you not know that predictions about COVID 19 were written within the Church?"
2. One of the forwards attempted to highlight the total ignorance of today's medical system. The message had a picture of a page of a medical book from 1970 something or 1980 something. It claimed that Corona virus can be cured through the use of Asprin and such drugs. The forward expressed shock that today’s doctors are struggling to cure this ailment though the world has been aware of the virus and its cure for many years. Apparently, the poor fellows did not realize that this Corona virus is Novel Corona virus and not the Corona virus that has always been in our neighbourhood as the cause of the common cold and flu.
3. During one of the meetings, I met a lady who said her husband was in self-quarantine as he had come back from abroad recently. Had I been Peter Parker, my spider sense might have tingled on hearing these words. But I am not Peter Parker and so all I felt was mild discomfort (at this point, lockdown was two weeks away and so the feeling of discomfort was still mild). She was sitting on the other side of a large round table. She did not cough or sneeze through the meeting and we did not shake hands at the beginning or end of the meeting. I also took care to not touch the table till it was cleaned with soap solution. So I walked out of the meeting confident that Novel Corona could not have entered my insides. But I was not sure! Two days later a message landed in one of the WhatsApp group that could assuage my discomfort. It said hold your breath for 10 seconds. If you are able to do it without gasping for breath, the virus is not in you. A large part of my brain screamed "Nonsense" but I decided to ignore the scream and held my breath for fifteen seconds three or four times a day. At most times, I was happy with the result but a few times I was not sure what breathlessness meant. But overall I found the process and its results satisfying. Of course, I saw a post ultimately on Bored Panda that called this diagnostic process a myth. I thought it did so poetically . Many of the aged would find it difficult to hold their breath for ten seconds anyway whereas many of the young would anyway find it easy to hold their breath for ten second. Thus holding one’s breath neither confirms nor disconfirms anything.
4. This was also the time for patriots to raise their heads and remind others about the greatness of our culture. Though I have not seen any messages claiming that Sushrutha or Charaka had already written a cure for this ailment, I feel such messages would be in circulation on some network. However, I have seen messages that claim that concoctions containing turmeric and pepper have the ability to keep the virus at bay. Such messages usually go on to mention that rasam is the greatest gift from India to mankind. Another message claimed that lemon juice with hot water makes this novel virus scream with agony. I closed my eyes and imagined the virus rubbing its small eyes, burning due to the citric acid in lemon, with its many small red hands / legs. I decided to have this concoction at once. I walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator's door to take out a lemon but was distracted by the bar of chocolate that lay besides it. Thankfully, the Bored Panda article shot down this remedy too as a myth.
5. A message asked people to drink plenty of water as this will help wash down the virus down to the stomach where acids would burn the virus to its gory end. I did not trust this message for it resembled the climax of many Bollywood and Hollywood movies. The doctor's article on Bored Panda shot this one too as a myth. He said the virus will enter the human cells soon after contact and so you cannot wash them down to stomach.

While the world was exchanging messages casually over WhatsApp, the virus decided to change gears and soon it was everywhere. People were getting affected by the thousands and many were dying too. It was no longer somebody else's problem for it was on our door steps. Every time someone coughed, sneezed or even sniffled, everyone looked at the person suspiciously. The hysteria rose a rung when the schools closed in many states and hundreds of Italians started dying every day. The number of patients started rising in India and the various groups on WhatsApp went hyper. The number of forwards per days competed with the number of people dying every day. My fingers switched constantly between the Times of India, WhatsApp and Facebook applications on my mobile. I was finding it difficult to keep track of the Novel Corona's deadly spread. Has it reached any closer? How can one decipher if one is infected? What will happen to my parents? What will happen to my family? Will I turn me into a zombie? Such worrying questions ran through my mind. Obviously no one in their right sense could provide satisfactory responses and so I turned to astrology. A forward on WhatsApp showed an astrologer prophesying on some Malayalam channel about the world going through a deadly ailment during March and April of 2020. He said reassuringly that India will not be affected much. Behind him someone had added the date the programme was recorded, April 2019. I heaved a sigh of relief; we are safe.

The Governments did not want the virus to spread within the close confines of the school. Many states closed down the school. In Tamilnadu, on a Saturday the Government announced the closure of the kindergartens all over the state. By Sunday morning, the order was drawn back. Sunday evening, the Government announced that the school should close for students in kindergarten and classes 1 to 5. By Monday evening, all the school students had to be away from the school. But staying away from school did not mean that the children were in quarantine. They spent their days playing with their friends. The pandemic was still many miles away and not many were worried. There were a few exceptions though. I saw a boy walking alone in my apartment complex. For some reason I walked up to him and asked "So you are enjoying the holidays is it?" He took a few steps back and looked at me with suspiciously.  He said "I have not gone to the school for past two weeks". I was surprised "Two weeks! But the schools have only been closed for the past week". "Yeah" he responded callously "I did not want to die of this disease and so did not go to the school".

The Novel Corona being a virus does not have a cure. Our body’s immune system has to rise to the occasion and fight it. So many in the medical community were trying to understand the virus and develop a vaccine. But a few mavericks did not have faith on Western medicine. In fact, they did not have faith in any form of medicine. One evening, I found a man who looked like a monk talking animatedly to a reporter on the television. Over the years, I have learnt that not all Indians with clean shaven head wearing ochre coloured attire are monks. Though a few of them turn out to be one, they are usually not found talking to television reporters. The ones on televisions are either business men or chief ministers or ministers or politicians or fanatics or, as is usually the case, all of the above. The man held a glass of something in his hand and was talking about it. I listened and realized that he was talking about the use of cow's urine to cure Novel Corona virus. The virus has not reduced the Indian obsession with the cows. One set of people consider the cow sacred. Interestingly, this set considers everything that comes out of the cow, namely, urine, milk and dung, sacred and good for our constitution. At the other end of the spectrum are people who consider the cow tasty. Somewhere in the middle exists a group who neither find the cow tasty nor find the cow and its by-products sacred. In the 20th century, the Westerners thought of our country as the land with cows living on the road. But now, our country has become a land with cows living inside people’s heads. The doctor on Bored Panda pooh-poohed the cow urine theory too.

The Prime Minister decided to address the nation at 'aat baje'. As is usually the case, he talked passionately and mesmerized many of his fellow citizens with his words. During his talk he placed two requests to his fellow citizens. He referred to his first request as Janata curfew. He requested people to stay indoors from 7 am to 9 pm on Sunday.  He wanted people to maintain social distance in an attempt to stop the spread of the virus. In the second request, the Prime Minister wanted his fellow citizens to go to their balconies at 5 pm on Sunday and show their gratitude by clapping their hands for the doctors, nurses and other people in the medical field, who were working tirelessly for their safety.  On the face of it, the request seemed thoughtful but there were a couple of underlying issues. First, people of Italy and Spain had already done this and this seemed like an attempt at copying their actions. In Europe, the movement was almost spontaneous for it started from a post on the social. In our case, the Prime Minister of the country is driving this. This seems like an exercise - a mechanism to raise the fervour of the nation. This seems like a brilliant populist move but it will be tough to raise the morale of the beleaguered medical personnel of our country.  There was a second problem with this request, which came to the fore on the day of the Janata curfew.

The Janata curfew was a huge success. Most people stayed indoors. A few who ventured outside were chased back home by the police. The people who hated the Government cried foul and sent videos showing the police beating people who were not observing the curfew. They claimed that the Janata curfew should be voluntary and the police and the Government cannot force the citizens to sit inside their homes. In our country, the haters hated the Government passionately and the lovers loved the Government blindly. Every day the two sides sent nasty memes and messages about each other.

At 4:55 pm, I decided to take bath. As the water from the shower flowed from my head to toe, I was surrounded by the sounds of clapping, whistling, ringing of bells and the clanging of the spoons against plates. Many, in my apartment, decided to show their gratitude to the doctors and nurses as the Prime Minister had requested. I couldn't. I was never good at the public display of patriotism. As a matter of fact, I am not even sure if I am patriotic. Anyway I neither believed this to be an act of patriotism nor an act of displaying gratitude. This only seems like an act of adoration – adoration of the people towards their beloved leader. This, by itself, is not a problem. The problem is when the lovers call the people who do not take part in the exercise as heartless or unpatriotic or some such rot.

The show gratitude turned out to be a mess though it was considered a success by many. Some people had predicted soon after the Prime Minister placed this request that our people being our people would end up making the event a celebration. That is precisely what it turned out to be. Hundreds of people congregated in the streets and indulged in unnecessary celebrations. The 10 hours of social distancing was thrown into the air and the virus was given a good opportunity to jump from one person to another. To be fair, the Prime Minister did not ask the people to come down to the streets. He had asked them to express their gratitude from their balconies. But our people being our people only listened to the words 5 pm, clap and gratitude. Thus chaos ensued. The cynics shook their head in disgust and tch-tch-ed on social media.

Two days later, aat baje happened again. This time, the Prime Minister announced a complete shutdown of the country for twenty one days. Twenty one days! Three weeks! No one can get out of their house. Everyone stays inside with each other for three weeks! It was unbelievable. People called each other and cried in protest. Many ran to the shops to buy things that they might not need. The very people who had laughed at the westerners for stockpiling many rolls of toilet papers were now standing in long lines with a basket full of green chillies.

As I end the second day of the lock down I decide to end this introduction to Corona days. I will spend another day or two reading through this mess again (and maybe again). In the past when I broke down the writing about an incident, I usually ended up with three parts. I hope this one too does not proceed beyond the third part.

Friday, March 20, 2020

My chocolate man

At some point in her life, she decided not to marry. No! That is not true. It was not like she decided not to marry, she decided not to go in search of marriage. If the said event came to her on its own, she would have accepted it. Reaching the decision helped her. Every time she met a married couple, she did not think "Oh! I wish I was married". As time went by, her thoughts traveled in the opposite direction and she thanked her stars for not having married. One evening she was dining with a relative whose relation to her was tough to define. She, like millions of other Indians, referred to him as a distant relative. As the evening proceeded, she started noticing something amiss between him and his wife. She realized that through the dinner they did not communicate with each other. When she talked he seemed distant and cold and the reverse when he talked. Each waited for the other to stop talking and started talking about something unrelated soon after. At times, they talked to each other about some mundane functional topic.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you that I am travelling on Tuesday."
"Tuesday! But that is the day of Seeta mami's daughter's wedding."
"I will be off for two days."
"They came home to invite us. Remember?"
"Yes, I do. I will send an apology and a congratulatory message."
"Can't we visit them tomorrow?"
"They will be busy with the arrangements."
"I will call them. We should drop in for a few minutes at least."
"Tomorrow is tough but we will see."
"We should visit them."
"Hmmm. We will see."

The wife sat quietly looking out of window while the husband looked at his smartphone. She did not know what to do and so scrolled down her Instagram page studying stale posts seriously. A few minutes later he started talking about air travel and hotels. The wife continued staring out of the window. After a few minutes she turned around and looked at her with a smile. When he stopped talking, she started talking to her regarding her work.

She felt sadness surge through her. She used to meet the couple regularly and was fond of the time they spent together. But something had changed in the last two years. She could not identify the two of them sitting on the other side of the table. They had turned distant and cold to each other and to others too. Other than the perfunctory "how are you?", "how is Amma?" and "how is work?" they had not bothered to ask her anything about her life. She had responded with a "good" and  a couple of "fine"s  as response for these questions and they had not even bothered to hear her.

She had the opportunity to observe other married-for-many-years couples over the next few days and found them to be similar. The two people sat next to each other but their minds seemed to be many miles apart. They seemed so distant that they did not even bother to hurt each other. After one such meeting, she found it difficult to sleep. She got out of her bed and walked to her balcony. It was a dark night. The sky was moonless and the neighbourhood was dark. She looked up at the stars. The beauty of the stars and night sky did not capture her attention. She looked from one spot of the sky to another without noticing anything. Her mind was racing from one topic to another. 

Twenty three minutes later she turned around and walked back into her bedroom. She opened the door and walked towards the kitchen. She boiled some milk and water and made herself a hot drink. She picked the cup and sat down on the floor. She took the cup of hot liquid in the cup and said "Men at best are only as good as a cup of hot dark chocolate".

Thursday, March 12, 2020

Gossip

This evening I will meet her at a coffee shop
Oblivious of the world the two of you will talk nonstop
Of course we will! It's been a while since we met
What! It's not even a month yet!
A month is too long a time for us
For you even a day is too long, I guess
I love talking to her fours time a day
Else your life will go astray
You love to exaggerate a lot
Sometime I do but now I certainly am not
Oh! I so miss our interesting conversations
That explains your recent frustrations
Which frustrations are you talking about?
This morning's shouting bout?
That was not my fault
Maybe not but that was quite an assault
Well! I am quite proud of my actions
You are a champion at that sort of interactions
She said nothing but let a smile stay on her lip
I concluded "Go sip gossip sip by sip"

I did not meet her the next day
Much to my disappointment and dismay
Gossip tasted best shared
But she chose to keep it unaired
I did not understand her attitude
Wished I could have boohooed
Instead I wore long face
And slouched as I walked around the place
I walked into a meeting with no interest
Looking at the gathered with distrust
They were all not bad persons
Only their heads were filled with competitions
I heard them say otherwise
Though they themselves fell for the vice
Worse still, they made themselves believe
That they stood above the weave
I sat down on the floor
Looking wistfully at the door
Unable to avoid the words
Getting into me in herds

At first, all the talkers talked from one side
But soon the field was opened wide
They talked about some important matter
But to my ears everything seemed like chatter
The tree outside looked at me stoically
As I desperately reached out for an ally
The leaves shook themselves in response
In my head, I heard them say "not a chance"
Besides me. Madam Self Righteous cleared her throat
As she looked intently at her note
Before looking up and starting to speak
In a voice which wavered between loud and shriek
She talked with passion and confusion
On topics that did not hold my attention
At some point she lamented about the pathetic state
Of human thought as it was no longer straight
She ended her tiresome rant
With a statement that seemed like a chant
"We gossip behind people's back
With hearts and tongues that are black"

... And that set me thinking.

The world blames the gossiper entirely for gossip
Without realizing the  role of the gossiped
While the gossiper's jealousy plays a role in gossip
A part is played by the improper attitude of the gossiped
He or her not being open leads to gossip
For the view of another is tough to digest for the gossiped
The voices of dissent end up as gossip
Whispering voices talk ill all around the gossiped
Their anxieties and differences lead to gossip
As his or her voice alone sounds good to the gossiped
So the gossipers continue to gossip
Mocking and saying shocking accounts of the gossiped
Letting out all their frustrations as gossip
Not caring about the reputation of the gossiped
Living in a prison, keeping away from the gossip
It suddenly pops right in front of the gossiped
Crying foul and protesting against the gossip
Is the now fragile system of the gossiped.
Looking in anger at the proponent of the gossip
The world turns dark and black for the gossiped

Be it the gossipped
Or the gossiper
They all are humans
With as much good in them as bad
With as much bad in them as good
So be at peace with the world around
Don't throw you self righteous words
For no one cares for any thoughts
That does not come from their own truth.