Near the twilight hour, I heard the sound of a plastic bucket flutter against a wall, thud of doors along with thunder. Within a few minutes, the inevitable outage struck. In this country, all it takes is some drizzle or a little current of air for an outage to befall my perfunctory existence. A big part of one’s lifetime is spent awaiting its resumption. Power thefts are still thriving despite the anti-corruption hysteria created by media and masses. Fortunately the prospects of the harrowing 2009 seem unlikely, at least in the near future.
In all fairness, after some introspection, retrospection, insight, hindsight — does an outage really impinge on the scheme of things? If all, it perhaps exacerbated the downturn — and did nothing else apart from that. It hardly matters. As a doubting Thomas would say, “A dark age without outage, would still be a dark age.”
In all fairness, after some introspection, retrospection, insight, hindsight — does an outage really impinge on the scheme of things? If all, it perhaps exacerbated the downturn — and did nothing else apart from that. It hardly matters. As a doubting Thomas would say, “A dark age without outage, would still be a dark age.”
