Going for a morning walk

In my new abode I go to bed at a little past 10 pm. No TV is a boon. Starting reading very nice books- (Boza has good selection- Rushdie is very good and so on). At night, got that `made in China' exterminator like a badminton racket. It gives me flash, blue flame, and burning mosquito smell. This is three time a night and blood on the pillow where the poor dears get crushed when they have had their fill and too heavy to fly. Come 6 am plus, I am in my car and a short 5 min drive in the park. Its a rich area, nearly hit Bentley the other night. Every expensive car is parked in front of big houses. The security guard in front of every house looking important..

In the park there are new sounds. Like the US a lot of sirens, this morning it was fire engines- fire in container port Tuglaqabad, trains waiting at the signal. I remember Hailey road sleeping in the garden, and there the steam locos first made the sounds of starting with a loud steam thrust and the whistle, while we slept outside. maji covering us at night and the flies sitting on our face and waking us up. After the steam came the Canadian diesel electric with their loud hoots and finally the electric locos with their electric horn.

The Park has its hierarchy. There are two orders- the rich and famous social order where the age is not important, and others. The elderly sit on benches moving their limbs and doing yoga in slow motion. I look at them -their tee shirt is hanging on a frame of bones but there they are, still around. There is group who are joking and laughing and doing Yoga in a group. Look like shopkeepers from the bazaar and a few from the waterworks. Full of life, in their 65-70 yrs range, walk away in the morning- a delight to watch. There are a few couples- IAS types, well dressed, man in a fresh Tee, lady in pants walking slowly, greeting others. There are dandies with soft hats, jovial calling out to others, old ladies sitting on benches, one Japanese man mumbling to himself (Toyota falling apart?), a few doctors who are most interesting. So I follow them and over hear about `post mortems' some other matters of great concern. Two Sards-probably brothers with identical shorts and Tee, remind me of Thompson & Thompson from TinTin, so I follow them but I hear about `tension, tension' but they walk too fast.

Story by my uncle, Livinder Singh.