An O2 story

Ram Grover’s posts on Twitter yesterday vividly describe the situation in possibly every Indian city. In small towns they must be gasping and dropping.

This is the state of the common man.

Continue reading

As we enter the month of May

Thousands of humans are dying in India because we allowed COVID to spread like wild fire, without being prepared to handle so many people falling ill at the same time.

No normal hospital beds. No ICU beds. No ventilator beds. No medicines. No injections. No ambulances.

More than anything else – no oxygen to breathe. No oxygen cylinders. No refills. No oxygen concentrators.

Doctors and nurses are tired. They not only attend to patients, but also decide whom to prioritise for treatment, given the resources in their hands.

Continue reading

How many?

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
And how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take ’til he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

– Bob Dylan

So much sorrow everywhere. Hope this video makes you smile.

Continue reading

A national treasure gone today

I met Professor G. Venkatasubbaiah for the first time in 2009. The Brigade Millennium Residents’ Federation team was looking for an eminent personality to grace the 2009 Karnataka Rajyotsava celebrations at our residential enclave. One of the names that came up was that of GV, as he was called.

23/08/1913 – 19/04/2021
(Pic: By Rkkrupa –
Wikimedia Commons)
Continue reading

Tree bark textures

Tree bark textures vary with the age and species of the tree. Young tree trunks are green and as time goes by they turn to different shades of brown, some rough, some smooth.

Our Jamun tree, about a 100 years old

There must be thousands of different textures. Here is a collection of a few including the Silver Oak and 100-year old Jamun that dominate our garden.

Continue reading

Suez Canal: The ship has moved

I’ve been tracking the Ever Given (from the Taiwanese Evergreen fleet) since I heard it was stuck, and today it has moved!

After more than 6 days of toiling, the tug boats managed to turn the 400-foot massive ship (as high as the Empire State Building) and move it into the water.

Continue reading

Food peddlars in town

Push-cart and bicycle vendors were very common during our childhood in Bangalore. The sellers would announce themselves by ringing a bell or shouting out and we’d run to the compound wall with our baskets. Many of them would have a standard route and schedule. If you bought from them once, you could be sure that they’ll be looking out for you. Regular vendors like the bread man would bang on the gate to get our attention. These days, some of them play characteristic music and use a megaphone.

The flavoured ice gola seller rings a brass bell
Continue reading