the echo of a distant tide
Posted by: astrodominie on: September 3, 2009
Sitting in the office on a Thursday afternoon. Thursday is always a slow day — Friday Review is done and MPTB work will start soon — and usually left open for field work but today, the combination of Ganesh Chaturthi immersion and the now larger issue of YSR’s death keeps most of us indoors.
It’s eerily quiet, which is very unusual in the office even though the city bureau people come in only in the evening. The power keeps tripping so we sit in the flickering black and white of the room.
To break the stillness and sate our curiosity, we go for a walk down the road towards YSR’s house, barely twenty steps away. The road is too quiet, even with people lining it, the occasional Bolero roaring towards the tall black gates, TV correspondents shouting back updates to their bureaus, police vans lumbering past us loaded with personnel. The flyover is being hurriedly swept clean for Sonia Gandhi’s arrival and the members of a church choir arrive to pray.
It feels very anticlimatic.
3.23 p.m. One more hour to go.
Title Source: Echoes by Pink Floyd
2 Responses to "the echo of a distant tide"
September 4, 2009 at 9:18 am
quiet! everyone’s at the stadium, paying their last respects. feeling quite out of it.
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September 4, 2009 at 7:23 am
But you are in the heart of it all! Except ‘it all’ refers to mourning, ugly power grabbing fights, and lull that death brings. How’s today, btw? Now that people have ‘taken to the streets’ askin for his son to take over?