Its that moment at twilight when your sleep breaks just slightly, you are neither asleep nor awake. The room felt colder. I moved my leg on the bed and the mattress felt like ice.
The senses dawned immediately. Aah the heater is off. Oh did we lose power at night ?
But it didn’t feel like it rained last night. Then it hit me. Without power the boilers wont work and we needed hot water for Ayaan to get ready for school. So off we shifted to heating water on gas stoves.
But within I was a bit anxious. Why did the power go? How would I find out and then I would have to get it rectified. Aah the day ahead was looking rather tumultuous.
An hour later Ayaan and I geared and saddled up on the motorbike for school. Vroom..as we took the first bend we saw it. Brakes slammed. Wow.
There it was. A large tree had toppled across the road and brought down the electricity wires as a final act. It looked like a fine mess.
But my heart was fuzzy and happy. A grin flashed within the helmet. The cause was known. And this was a problem that two departments would be obligated to solve. Today wasn’t a case where I would have to cajole someone to visit our house to check and fix a problem.
Aah the joys of discovering social problems and informing requisite folks to attend to them.
With Ayaan dropped to school I took the first step towards solving any complex problem as taught by my Dad, a pukka Armyman. I turned the bike to Imperial Bakery for a hot cup of tea.
Parked, I called Suresh and asked him to step out of the house and take pictures of the crime scene and WhatsApp me the images.
” Good morning Praveen, how are you”, I waved to the affable owner.
“You are here early, what happened,” he enquired.
I shared the narrative and the images as soon as they popped up on my phone. The weather has been so this season he reasoned. And we discussed Bangalore like everyone does now.
Invigorated by the strong Imperial Bakery tea I turned to solve my problem, first step- the Fire Station.
I learnt that Mr Sivakumar, Station head had been transferred and a new supervisor was in seat. And there was a slight problem. Language.
“Hindi, English?”, I asked hopefully
“Tamil, Kananda,” replied the large man in khaki dress.
Location, he questioned. I wrote it down.
Then he gestured to me to WhatsApp the images to a phone number. What name should I store this number I asked?
Anbhu, he said and I obliged.
Keen to thank him before I left I asked him his name.
Anbhu, he smiled
Oh ! And I returned my best foolish grin.
Back home I felt happy that some progress was made. Then my phone buzzed. It was Pavan, my dear friend from the Navy currently posted in the hills of Shimla.
Greetings done we promptly exchanged notes of the weather in our respective Mountains. The Himalayan ranges especially in Himachal and the Nilgiris have been through turbulent phases.
Suddenly the quiet in my area was broken by the loud sound of a machine hard at work. The Fire Station team was already on the task.
Well half the problem was getting solved, now to get the EB (Electricity Board) to pick up the complaint and reinstall the wires I thought. We finished chatting and I noticed Suresh close to our gate.
A few minutes later he was back.
They have removed the tree, the road is clear now”, he declared.
There was only one step to take.