"Our city is facing unprecedented heat wave. We appeal to all Consumers for judicious use of electrical appliances, to restrict extreme overloading of electrical network and help us serve better."
Received from CESC
It only takes one extended period of loadshedding to bring civilization to a screeching halt. Off go the euphemistic references, to be replaced by sardonic and factual information, often rubbing things in quite roughly. Teeth get bared and spit fly as if like venom, except for the reality that it's mostly a fixture in the mindset of the ambient distemper than anything real. Words don't break bones anymore, especially with the flexibilities offered by several years of experience in trying hard not to. In fact, you'd much rather not maim than aim. A perceptive person usually uses insinuation and rhetoric to get the job done. In Kolkata, the best way to insult anyone is usually to insult yourself, as you are the representative of the buffoonery that's all around anyway. As any astute observer will notice, any piece of wood that is held by screws usually has various types that are not only cosmetically mismatched but also rusty and falling off. All work is shoddy, and if done as a great service to the nation, it deserves gratitude. That plank of wood can be used to hit the head of any officer on duty, and it would be pointed out that you are uncouth and offensive. The so-called engineering task force consists of people drawn at random from a motley crew of madmen with no background in anything that requires a straight line to be drawn or any mathematics to be remembered. I find it humorous that the Americans find that India is such a great catchment area for minds that solve triangles. In fact, it reflects worse on the American system of education than anything to do with India, but I digress. The sad fact is that we as homo sapiens are all the same, hubris notwithstanding. If we don't know, we can find out, and that's really all there is to it. But we spend all this time looking for the wrong ladder, while I'm suffering the 43C heat in Kolkata, muttering invectives that I can't print for the same pretentious reasons why we still think there's an angry old man sitting on the cloud registering outrage as he counts the number of times I used the wrong words.
The fact that we are running out of sustainable power options is as clear as the solar panels that await us. I know it's not yet a practical or financially feasible solution, but we need to go off the grid, as there's not going to be one for long. Hopefully people will heed this warning discomfort and try to figure out alternative ways to make do, otherwise the 330 million gods won't be enough to answer to the sweating woes of sweltering holy but unbearable land, erstwhile India.
