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Right here, right now. Go. Leave. Reinvent.

You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t find yourself in. You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t love yourself in.

You’re allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your light instead of making you shine brighter, you’re allowed to pack all your bags and start over somewhere else and you’re allowed to redefine the meaning of your life.
You’re allowed to quit the job you hate even if the world tells you not to and you’re allowed to search for something that makes you look forward to tomorrow and to the rest of your life.

You’re allowed to leave someone you love if they’re treating you poorly, you’re allowed to put yourself first if you’re settling and you’re allowed to walk away when you’ve tried over and over again but nothing has changed.

You’re allowed to let toxic friends go, you’re allowed to surround yourself with love, and people who encourage and nurture you. You’re allowed to pick the kind of energy you need in your life.

You’re allowed to forgive yourself for your biggest and smallest mistakes and you’re allowed to be kind to yourself, you’re allowed to look in the mirror and actually like the person you see.

You’re allowed to set yourself free from your own expectations.

We sometimes look at leaving as a bad thing or associate it with giving up or quitting, but sometimes leaving is the best thing you can do for yourself.
Leaving allows you to change directions, to start over, to rediscover yourself and the world. Leaving sometimes saves you from staying stuck in the wrong place with the wrong people.

Leaving opens a new door for change, growth, opportunities and redemption.

You always have the choice to leave until you find where you belong and what makes you happy.

You’re even allowed to leave the old you behind and reinvent yourself.

Author: Rania Naim

Posted in Betrayals, Challenges, Food for Thought, Human Rights, Inevitable, Kalyug, lessons, questions, Uncategorized, unfair

Hope, where art thou?

The year gone by has been brutal to say the least. Doctors, nurses, healthcare workers are holding their forts bravely, counseling, leading, consulting, treating and guiding caregivers on their kith and kin. They have been through the entire cycle – from the point a concerned family member approaches them with the first symptom, to the point they have had to share the “news” that the patient is no more. Some are holding up, some lost hope and gave up on their lives, some are hanging on by the thinnest strand of hope, love, patience, whatever they can.

Life has given up a million times in this last one year.

Almost every one of us are, or were, a caregiver to someone during this period.

We have never ever felt more helpless, more powerless and more desperate than today. The sights of graveyards and cremation grounds on TV channels is nothing less than an apocalypse. The thought of so many people in grief – wrenches the heart in fear.

The apathy of those we entrusted our lives to;

The cold blooded, ruthless stare of the self-centered soul wreaks heavily of hands drenched in blood.

But that is not what comes to the mind when caregivers hear screams of their loved ones. Not the shrieks but the silent screams of helpless eyes searching, looking, knowing that something dreadful will happen. These screams, silent screams, if one were to translate, would have just one question – Why?

Why did we allow someone to gag us silent, to bully us into servitude, to convince us that suicide is the best route to salvation?

Why did we allow someone to convince us to hate our brothers, to choose a path that would lead us to devastation?

Why did we not see it coming, when human life was being squandered on the roads leaving blood red foot steps of those wanting to return home, but no one to hear their pleas.

Why did we not see it coming when lifeless men were erected to be worshipped as those who laid its foundation – alive, hungry, struggling, surviving, were ignored?

Why did we allow such huge eons to creep up between the affluent and the common, that the common had no other way except to embrace crime so the pangs would stop?

More questions – but maybe, one day, maybe we all will breathe free, talk free, express free and live free, without fear.

Maybe we all will breathe free, talk free, express free and live free, without fear.

Maybe one day, we all will remember how many of us donned angel wings and tried to help unknown souls, some successful, some not, some punished – but maybe one day, we will all remember what kept us sane is the little bit of humanity that we clung on to, for one another.

Posted in Cancer Survivor, Causes, Challenges, Human Rights, lessons, Uncategorized

My Detailed Review on Basavatarakam Indo American Cancer Institute, Hyderabad

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2020 has been a tough year for the whole world and it has been, for me as well. Challenges, losses, big moves in life have happened.

One of the most difficult period of my life started when my father got diagnosed with throat cancer in August 2020. I was referred to Basavatarakam Indo American hospital in Hyderabad for his treatment and exactly as I had heard, the doctors here are the best in their domain – very dedicated and good experts in what they do.

My review here is for the entire experience I had during the course of my father’s treatment.

First things first, about cancer treatment, no one – no one tells you how difficult it is and how lengthy it is. Unless you are aware of the treatment and what it entails; you will never be prepared. It can take your peace away and test your patience to its brink. On one hand, you see the patient suffer excruciatingly; but on the other hand, what one goes through as a caregiver is another story altogether. And yes, finances – it can drain away everything that you have earned in your life. No, insurance does not help and is never enough. Plus, what happens with insurance is another story. Insurance industry runs on ambiguity of everything – ambiguity of disease, of medication, of hospital admissions, of every damn thing.

Doctors:

If you are looking for the best treatment for yourself or your near and dear ones, then the doctors at Indo American do fit the bill. If you know how to work around other challenges, then this is a good choice to make at least treatment wise. Rather, only treatment wise.

One note on Emergency Room doctors – they do not cut a great picture, neither of competence nor of accountability. One of the doctors actually LIED in the log book that he had requested us for admission and that I had refused it – while in reality, the cosulting doctor had clearly said that there was no medical reason for giving admission and that patient could be discharged. It sometimes, boils down to individual ethics and the moment to moment dynamics that happen at that point in time. I came to know that a statement like this one, made by doctors, could end up hampering your chances of getting insurance because the insurance folks treat it as interference in treatment from insured.

Nurses:

Unfortunately, I found most of the nurses in Indo American extremely callous and irresponsible. They shirk responsibility and keep passing the buck from one person to another.. when it comes to patient care. I also found them highly strung, anxious and at the end of their tether most of the time. They keep screaming at each other and at the ward boys – displaying displeasure about everything around them. They do make sure that the patient and their attender do not face their ire – but everything else is usually put under fire. One more strange thing I realised that the nurses here have zero compassion and are just discharging their duties out of force or majboori. It shows in their attitude, in the way they talk and in the way they behave. Also, as a caregiver, you have to be very VERY vigilant – lest they do not even give you your set of medical reports of the patient. Twice it so happened that the tests that were done when my father was admitted – the reports were filed only in their confidential copy of the file and only when I explicitly asked for the reports, they gave me the same copy and asked me to get zerox copies for THEIR file.

There is no provision for special needs of the patient. My father was on a completely liquid diet and nurses just would not look into it – blaming the canteen for no liquid food except soup, etc., and that too only at a particular time. So I had to arrange for his diet needs from outside and I struggled because I was so scared of infection. I specifically faced this challenge because Hyderabad is not my home town and I had shifted temporarily for my father’s treatment. So I neither had a kitchen nor the utensils to get him his food. My childhood friend’s family chipped in here and sent food for almost 10 days from Secunderabad – thank God for blessings like these.

For a hospital that depends on floating population and a good bunch of foreigners that come down here to get themselves treated for cancer, this was a basic thing that was missing. My intention is not to complain but make everyone aware of these challenges. I had to listen to my father’s cries of hunger – he would live on 3 absolutely watery soup glasses that were given to him morning, afternoon and night and 2 glasses of milk – all about 50 ml. It was the most painful thing for me. I was not allowed to meet him due to COVID and I expected that he would be taken care of – he wasn’t; not at least until he was in the COVID ward for 4 days. He lived on hunger. I suffered the pain of seeing him in pain and starvation.

Once his tests were out and he was declared completely COVID negative, he was shifted to a regular room – and after that it was slightly better journey. He had to get a tracheostomy done for ease in breathing and a PEG tube so he could be fed via stomach. What one goes through with tracheostomy is another story – which I will dedicate a separate blog on – but for now, let us just say, here’s where the nurses lacked compassion.

Ward Boys:

It’s all about money. They help you with a wheel chair, they expect money – no no, they blatantly ASK for it. They help dad with his sponge bath, they ask for money. They change the sheets – they want money. It was crazy. I was foolishly handing out 100 rs everytime to them – and then one day, I realised, how do others manage? The realisation came when one ward boy asked for money after giving my father his sponge bath and when I handed him a note, he felt it was too less and high-handedly said, keep it with yourseldf.

Because 6 weeks of treatment and if I am handing out let’s say an average of 200 per day to the ward boys for doing what they are being paid to do, in addition to the treatment costs, I end up paying a good Rs. 8400. I realised this is loot.

Counseling:

What I found the worst of the entire experience was that there was no counselling for the patient or the caregivers – we had no clue what to expect and we just kept guessing, taking each day as it comes. I ask TOO many questions – so I managed to try and understand what was going on, what treatment was being given and how to deal with the tracheostomy, what to expect, etc. But overall, it’s a blind game. You go through it to know it and see it. There is no other way. If you know about the treatment or have read about it, you might know what to expect but otherwise, you have to make peace with piece by piece of difficult realisations – 1) That the treatment will take a minimum of 6 weeks 2) That even after this, there is another 6 weeks of recovery period and that you will not know how effective the treatment was until after the recovery period. 3) That the entire expense will be draining you way more than you expect – so if you expect the treatment to be about 5 lakhs, in reality you will be spending 2x of that. And insurance will pay a pithy amount and tell you that your sub limit has expired.

Waiting Times:

The most difficult part of cancer treatment is to see your life getting wasted away waiting for doctors, nurses, medicines, lines, queues, one cabin, another cabin, and then days pass by listlessly. If you are a caregiver and have a job, expect issues – because there is hardly any awareness around cancer treatments and so, compassion is not easily obtained. My experience has been different in this case, by God’s grace because my MD has seen cancer treatment in his family and hence, he was the most compassionate in all this. Not everyone is that lucky and there is a dire need to fill the gap about cancer treatment awareness for everyone’s benefit.

Final Words:

All said and done, I am thoroughly grateful to everyone, no matter what, for being part of this journey and I have had friends and family comeing together to support me through this. The struggle is not over yet but I am hopeful that it soon will end and I will see my father hale, hearty and smiling with ease at home.

Posted in A Success Story, An Angel for a guardian angel, Challenges, Food for Thought, How to take care of ur relationships, Human Rights, lessons, Let me breathe atleast now, Relationships, Uncategorized, wisdom

You are allowed to (By Rania Naim)

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Attributed to Rania Naim, author and poet. Originally published here.

You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t find yourself in.

You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t love yourself in.

You’re allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your light instead of making you shine brighter.

You’re allowed to pack all your bags and start over somewhere else and you’re allowed to redefine the meaning of your life.

You’re allowed to quit the job you hate even if the world tells you not to and you’re allowed to search for something that makes you look forward to tomorrow and to the rest of your life.

You’re allowed to leave someone you love if they’re treating you poorly.

You’re allowed to put yourself first if you’re settling and you’re allowed to walk away when you’ve tried over and over again but nothing has changed.

You’re allowed to let toxic friends go, you’re allowed to surround yourself with love, and people who encourage and nurture you.

You’re allowed to pick the kind of energy you need in your life.

You’re allowed to forgive yourself for your biggest and smallest mistakes and you’re allowed to be kind to yourself, you’re allowed to look in the mirror and actually like the person you see.

You’re allowed to set yourself free from your own expectations.

We sometimes look at leaving as a bad thing or associate it with giving up or quitting, but sometimes leaving is the best thing you can do for yourself.

Leaving allows you to change directions, to start over, to rediscover yourself and the world. Leaving sometimes saves you from staying stuck in the wrong place with the wrong people. Leaving opens a new door for change, growth, opportunities and redemption.

You always have the choice to leave until you find where you belong and what makes you happy.

You’re even allowed to leave the old you behind and reinvent yourself.

Read more of Rania Naim’s touching words here.

Posted in #EndViolence, And she was left only with shattered dreams, Betrayals, Challenges, Flame of Peace, Human Rights, I see eyes that are cold, unfair

Abuses will soon become facts

Disclaimer: Please read with an open mind. Healthy debate is acceptable, feud and disrespect is not.

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Day After day, we keep hearing new stories about men abusing, raping, torturing and killing women in India. The extent of frustration is so high that anything, any damn thing with a vagina works for them. Sensationalizing news has now become routine. That which once was considered shameful, obnoxious and inhuman is today so commonplace that we don’t blink an eyelid anymore.

Every rape gets its share of primetime in news channels and print media and these days, online news sites, for a couple of days and vanishes into the throes of dark oblivion.

Every single scream curdles my blood. How do i hear it? Can’t you?

Can’t you hear the screams emerging from the depths of these news stories? How can you not hear them?

A goat? A g.o.a.t?

How in God’s name can the beast hurt a goat like that?

There has to be a line drawn somewhere. Somewhere, by somebody. Law died a shameful death the day Vishakha died. Government never did have a conscience anyways… Neither this one, nor the erstwhile one.

My concern is not that a goat lost her life too. My concern is that it doesn’t matter who it is, Vishakha, Asifa, the numerous infants put to brutal deaths after being “had”, it just doesn’t matter who it is.

IT DOESN’T MATTER TO THEM.

They will push stuff for pleasure into anything and everything. One day will come when the MCs and BCs will no more be called abuses.

The way we are headed, it’s only gloom for the female community in India. As long as lawyers defend perpetrators, we are headed for the gallows.

As long as juveniles get away with adult-like crimes citing their age, we are headed for the gallows.

As long as we don’t legalize prostitution, men will keep forcing themselves on women and robbing them of their modesty.

Prostitution was illegalized by prejudiced minds that couldn’t see dignity in consensual sex. By minds who had no idea that this would unleash horny savage beasts on the roads, in buses, in temples and animal shelters, with uncontrollably raging hormones that will destroy everything to bits, and kill their prey so that there is no voice against them.

Recently, Sonu Nigam came out in the open and put forth his PoV that prostitution should be legalized and there should be compulsory sex education in schools. I finally found a reason to respect him!!

I seriously believe that is part answer to this problem. India has mostly been a conservative country and people are still living in old age days, where women are forced to cover their faces, where honor killing still exists and women are looked upon as submissive creatures in a patriarchic society.

Looking down upon prostitution is sadly a very orthodox way of deeming it an undignified profession. Why? Why can’t we change our mindsets and see it as a profession which involves a great deal of hard work and give it the dignity it deserves? Trafficking is crime – prostitution is just another job.

I am aware of the sensitivity of this subject – however, someone needs to raise a voice. Someone needs to start talking somewhere.

How will these rapes end?

Posted in #EndViolence, #introvert, #life, Challenges, Food for Thought, Human Rights, Just Like That from the Justice Lady, lessons, Love, Uncategorized, walk into the woods, wisdom

What it means being an Empath

I didn’t know that I am an Empath.

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As I move ahead on my spiritual path and discover new things about myself in this journey, I have received a lot of answers to questions that I always had, and to those that I never had either.

I will try my best to share this journey with you, maybe one of you will identify with it, who knows?

  1. Songs affect me in a huge way. I can not bear to listen to some songs (esp from the oldies lot like Kishore Kumar’s) because they make me depressed.
  2. Deja Vu is a common phenomenon with me, because I tend to have the feeling of “I’ve been here before”, or “I’ve seen him/her before” quite often.
  3. Pink skies make me depressed and a bit scared as well.
  4. I am highly highly sensitive and tend to pick up vibes very quickly. (To my deepest chagrin, at work, I am just the opposite..!!!!)
  5. I like/do not like cities or places according to the vibes I get.
  6. I tend to immediately catch the feelings of a person around me if they are sad, depressed or in grief.
  7. I cry a lot… a lot means really a lot. Every emotion results in tears – joy, sorrow, grief, anger, irritation, upset – every damn emotion and the tears flow.
  8. When someone shares their feelings with me, I suffer along with them because those feelings and emotions become me and I become them. This is the worst trait I have.
  9. Hate crowds. Hate empty stores too. Extremes.
  10. These movies disturbed me very badly: Trapped, Life, Alien Covenant – you get the point.
  11. Long conversations, especially with acquaintances tire me out. I can’t sustain long phone conversations either.
  12. Loud noises, loud speakers, screaming people etc. disturb me and drive me to madness. So also, I get startled easily, even by something as small as the ringing of a phone – I jump out of my seat. There have been times when I actually dropped the phone when it started ringing.
  13. I can NOT multitask. Neither physically not mentally. Conversely, I can read two books parallelly – but each a bit at a time, I can switch from reading to painting to crochet to cooking faster than a butterfly switching flowers.
  14. I need time out after social get togethers, not that I go to too many of them.
  15. I have this very strong innate desire to heal others. Like I sometimes wish I had a magic wand to do that.
  16. You can NOT force me to do what I do not want to do. If you force me, I will feel suffocated.
  17. I am always disturbed by injustice. If I see any injustice happening around me, I have to hold the urge to get involved and give a piece of my mind. (My latest anger is directed towards Mr. Modi for coming up with privacy-killing ideas such as compulsory registration of marriages. What will women in our society do? He is so insensitive to women. My second latest is against trolls who want to keep pestering people who have no interest in them.)
  18. Many times, I feel emotions that I have no idea where they have come from. I go down without reason, I am happy without reason… I have no idea what touches me during my course of the day.
  19. You may have hurt me profusely and you may have back-stabbed me, but I will reach out if I know you are in pain. And I beat myself up for it, because it is the most vulnerable thing to do – put yourself up for more pain with people who do not value you.
  20. And of couse, I am drawn to healing modalities. Obviously.

That makes 20 of them.

 

Posted in #life, Causes, Flame of Peace, Food for Thought, Human Rights, Inspiration, Just Like That from the Justice Lady, lessons, Love, Philosophy, Spirituality, Uncategorized, wisdom

In my World

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In my world,

there is no sorrow

there is no depression

there is no anxiety

there is no crime

there is no violence

there is no hunger

there is no betrayal

there is no politics

In my world,

there is only love.

Brought by benign souls

Promoted by kind angels

They share their excess with kindness

They accept from others with humility.

And they maintain a balance.

Tell me you are one of them.

Tell me.

Because I know, that I am.

But my world needs you to become perfect.

My world needs change to become what I define it to be.

My world.

Born free. Free to choose.

Live and Help Live.

Posted in #EndViolence, #life, Betrayals, Challenges, Human Rights, Just Like That from the Justice Lady, lessons, questions, Relationships, Uncategorized, wisdom

Turning back

She found his sister-in-law walking down the street opposite to her house. It had been 8 years since she had seen any of his family members. Debating whether to avoid or not, she found her approaching. In her heart, she missed the friendship she had shared with his sister. It was an easy-going friendship, one that was without judgement. She called her ‘didi’, and not ‘bhabhi’. She did not want to bring the ‘weight’ of a bhabhi-wala relation into the simple sisterly friendship.

As didi approached, she hugged her, reminiscing the days gone by. Didi took her to her house, where there were a lot of people buzzing around, maybe for a wedding that was planned in the house. She felt amiss. Didi took her to a room and asked her to wait. On the other side of the room, she felt a presence. Ma. She jumped in surprise, went ahead and hugged ma too. Touched feet. Ma was distanced and detached. She handed me a letter. A handwritten letter.

She just took and just gave it a listless glance. No expression. When she went to her room, she found him there. She had forgiven him and had no weight in her heart. So, she greeted him politely.  Apparently, they all wanted him and her to get back together. She thought in her heart, that it was a foolish wishful want. She debated whether to cut this conversation short or see what he had to say. Curiosity took over and she took a seat 5 feet away from him. They spoke about inconsequential things. Then his intention was to move on to personal chat, but she sensed it and cut him short. She wanted to leave, but he got angry. All she said was, “You are still the same. Lower your temper.”

And she went to her parents to tell them to go and ask that family to move on. What did she achieve from that conversation? Not sure, maybe she had the satisfaction of knowing that it was the right thing to do, to walk out. Rather, to accept that he walked out. That a piece of paper with two signatures mean nothing when someone does not want to nurture a relationship. And of course, vice versa.

She thought of the man she now had in her life. Dynamic, mature and extremely loving. She thanked her stars. A small smile escaped her lips.

Track 2:

In her words:

The wedding atmosphere suddenly turned into tension filled melee. She was puzzled. Then people came running and shouting that the groom has halted the wedding celebrations because he wanted 10 lakhs immediately. The bride’s parents tried to ask our parents to arrange for the money. And fools that they are, they way they chose that man for me, they scrambled around, arranging for it.

I asked them to stop the madness. Just. Stop. It.

How dare that girl not stop this by taking a stand?? This for God’s sake is the 21st century. Educated people do NOT blackmail the bride’s family for money on the altar of marriage. What stops her from walking out? Is it okay to see her parents begging others for money? Is it okay to see the elderly couple scrambling around, and losing their wits on something as inconsequential as “buying a groom for their daughter”????

Track 3:

She wakes up with a jolt, angry and upset. Why after so many years, did she see this dream? Perhaps somewhere in her psyche, she expected him to come and apologize to her. And perhaps, somewhere in her psyche, she wants all those girls to stand up for their parents, who feel they are a victim of the society’s demands for sending a daughter with loads of materialistic things, with or without demand.

Track 4:

She thought of her parents who had the strength that ONLY true love could give, to support and in fact, help her in the brave decision she took so many years ago. She smiled as she saw the way her father’s head held high, when she told him of the salary hike she recently got. He is one proud father – he has seen her move from being a meek domestic girl to a confident corporate lady.

She immediately picked up her phone, and dialled Papa.

Smiling Female Business Leader With Arms Crossed

Posted in Food for Thought, Human Rights, Just Like That from the Justice Lady, questions, Relationships, Uncategorized, unfair, wisdom

LinkedIn Policing

One of the ladies on LinkedIn, Suman Agarwal posted the following question:

Should a woman stay in an abusive marriage for her kids or move out for her kids?

It’s obvious that the question would invite a barrage of debatable comments. But I do not want to talk here about the answer to that question right now. We will come to that later. What shocked me is the number of people who started commenting on whether LinkedIn is the right forum for this question.

Some even advised Suman to post it on Facebook.

Some such high headed commentors included women – sadly.

Here are some classic comments and replies to them from level-headed people:

**Advance Warning: I have collated about 50 comments from 500 – worked hard on it. Go ahead only of you have the patience to read them. You can scroll down though, but won’t comprehend why I am so cross.

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Can’t even talk English. But saving family is lady’s responsibility, even if she is abused.

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Spend more time with the husband so that he can abuse her more. Mr srinivaas makes perfect sense.

And Ms Swetha Kala – wants to try and change the man, cater to his needs, understand… and what not, ridiculous!!!

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We all are fools. Mr Tyagi has an IQ of Marilyn vos Savant.

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Society is perfectly normal when it accepts man abusing woman. But raising a voice is misleading a society. Wow.

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How spiritual!!

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I want to go to the garden of Eden!!!

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ahem ahem, best poetry award!!

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People can not have the compassion to offer their view but have the galls to waste their precious time writing “Post in another forum”.

And, trust me, it made me livid. Such an important issue – every forum counts, every supporting comment, every possible solution counts!!! Sadly, people like this lady love posting such comments, diverting attention from an important issue to the relevance of the platform. Hello? Why are YOU commenting on that post if it’s not supposed to be on LinkedIn???

Instead of contributing value to the debate, they sit on their high chairs and JUDGE.

Too many rants these days, but the Justice Lady just can’t take it!!!

Why do people not let women be, not let them take their decisions, not let them flourish by themselves without raising fingers?

 

Posted in Human Rights, Just Like That from the Justice Lady, News, Uncategorized

A Mundane Rant

Well, apparently the electricity board has got privatized. Yeah, I sometimes tend to be oblivious to some of the “important” developments in our country.

Well, last month was hectic and the electricity bill slipped off my mind. What do you know???

Ting Tong!!

I open the door. Madam, have you paid the electricity bill?

Me: I don’t think so. I will check in my mail box and pay it today.

She: No madam, pay it right now, within one hour. I am disconnecting the power supply to your home. When you pay it, someone will come and switch it on.

Me: thinking, What??? No reminder, no nothing, straight banging on my door with a threat!!

Me: Dekhiye madam, I told you I shall pay it. Don’t cut the light. There is a patient in my house. (A relative was getting treated for a serious health issue and she is staying with me.)

She: No madam. Nothing doing. Have you picked up your light bill?

Me: Not yet

HE (someone who accompanied this haughty lady): Kya madam, light bill dekhna maangta hai ki nahin??? Shouting at the TOP of his voice so that the entire neighborhood could hear.. the old lady on the ground floor actually came out of her flat and started asking those guys to efff off and not trouble me.

Me: thinking, unbelievable!!

Me: How can you guys just barge into an elite society and accuse someone of not paying the bill? It’s peanuts for God’s sake!!! WHYY?? Why would you create a scene and insult someone for such a measly amount??? AND not give time to pay it off.

Finally, on the old lady’s behest (God bless her, she loves me)… they agreed to give me a couple of hours. I did what was required.

But this incident left a bad taste in my mouth. THIS is our developed India, where respectable citizens are harassed and threatened of being denied of basic amenities on the spot. And two citizens, and I don’t know how many more, are employed to knock on the doors of every house and threaten perfectly sane people who have all intentions of paying their hard-earned incomes for electricity and water and gas!!

Here’s what I found out from Mr. Google:

  • That it’s illegal to disconnect power supply without 15 days’ notice
  • That it’s also misuse of powers by the authority
  • That we can lodge a complaint to report this kind of rude behavior and misuse of power

Read these news articles:

MSEB did not leave even eminent ecologist Dr Madhav Gadgil’s house in spite of timely payment of bills.

The National Consumer Disputes Redressal Commission (NCDRC), an apex authority under the Consumer Protection Act (CPA), has rapped MSEDCL for resorting to illegal practice of disconnecting power supply of consumers without issuing notice under section 56 (1) of the Indian Electricity Act (IEA) 2003.

And that’s that.

Rant over.

Phew.