My morning walk

After getting up from bed at 4.45 AM I brushed my teeth, washed my face, looked at the mirror my face with unshaved chin of salt and pepper, mostly pepper,started saying my morning 'mantras' while dressing up, and preferred full sleeve shirt as the climate outside was very cold with mist and while walking you could feel as if you are in your flight through clouds, the light has not come out and it was dark.

The route usually I walk is partly the main road leading to the hill station Ooty , private cars started plying taking the officials and tourists to Ooty, and city buses and out station buses already started going. Birds started flying outside their nests making all kinds of sounds, like crowing,chirping,cooing,babbling, all kinds of sound........
Men already started out either for work or walking or on various errands spouting ' ooh..... aaahhhhhhhhhh' as cold was bit hight to tolerate. Tea shops one by one opening, here in my city tea shops are not like traditional boilers kept out and glasses arranged in a row on a metal or aluminium table, but brightly lighted and show casing bakery items and other eatables and could see a few people sipping their first tea or coffee of the day.
Then I tool a left turn which takes you to a calm residential area , mostly upper middle class or rich class locality with two or three cars parked inside the compound of the houses and dogs as usual awake barking at the walkers in different sounds since many a time all the houses keep the foreign breed .
Boys ranging from 15 yrs to 30 yrs walking towards the railway lines running parallel to the right side of the road I walk, though a bit far away, with bottles of water in hand, ... well going for defecating by the side of railway track; these boys are from the nearby ground where the rigs used for bore well are parked by night and the workers sleep either under the vehicles or at the roof of the lorries despite the cold------- hello! economist Prime Minister , watch this emerging India .
My mind left the 'mantra ' I had been repeating and jumped like a monkey on the article written by Mr.Sainath in The Hindu on the magnitude of the corruption in CW games and the tamasha of the highest magnitude and its ramifications.Today 'The Hindu' published two letters as a response to the article , showing the animosity to the article as if that article was born out of negativism; corruption is everywhere and this happens when this kind of macro projects done justifying the corruption .Remember the people going to railway tracks and millions do it in this great country when Ram prefers publishing these letters as a retribution for the article published and written by Mr.Sainath. Mr.Ram , for him no problem, his fore fathers by writing in the true spirit of democracy wrote and constructed his toilets at so many places in his house........ sorry his bungalow.
Mr.Ram is a business man of highest order, although who claims to be a journalist and editor, who knows how to toe the line of the Govt both at the center and State , so that to get ads for his paper and as a public opinion immediately after publishing an article which is neutral in approach by any writer, he would publish letters of long sentences against it and a few letters showing support to the article so that creating an illusion what stands for in the world of journalism is neutrality in reporting.His 'lakshman rekha' is 'Ram's rekha' of how to survive and make friends with the world that is ruling always.
Now the standard of this paper and its writings, for example they have a Readers' Editor who writes things like lawyers write in a drab and insipid way , so that anyone can confidently announce a prize for one who reads what he writes till the end. Only consolation is Mr.Paul Krugman , again this is represented in this paper , he is not writing for this paper, an arrangement with the original publisher.Better these correspondents could attend a workshop of Mr.Paul Krugman , if at all he is interested to teach these people as to how to write.
I have been reading this paper from the days of Mr.G.K.Reddy, Narain etc., how shallow this paper came down now, making only drab , insipid, tasteless,bland, flavorless writings.
Now we read 'The Hindu' inevitably like we got used to drinking tea , which once we drank with sugar, now owing to diabetics drink without sugar; not needed to drink the tea but habits die hard. Alternate drinks all slowly coming into every town like The Times of India etc.,
When I walked an hour I reached a usual tea shop and ordered for two salt biscuits and a tea without sugar like I read the tasteless paper.