Ok, this is a personal post of the type what I had for breakfast yesterday. So if you aren’t interested in my personal life, consider yourself warned and don’t read any further.
On Wednesday (today is Friday evening) I was in CP in New Delhi. It was hot and humid, and I was totally disgusted trying to find an ATM I could withdraw cash from. After an hour of fruitless searching around, I found what appeared to be an HDFC location in CP. With great expectations, I put in the card only to be told that the machine was out of service. I lost it there. Rushing down the few steps, somehow I mis-stepped and found myself on the street in front with torn jeans and what is worse, the left knee gushing blood from a wound that was deep and large.
This is the mother of all wounds you could get in a civilian area. I went back to where I was staying. Sure there was pain and blood, but more seriously I was outraged that I had let the system and the weather get the better of me. I had lost my composure merely because there are no addresses in the city and it was hot and extremely humid. Just because I had spent about an hour fruitlessly searching for an ATM in the center of the capital of India, there was no reason to be so stupid as to stumble in the heat and humidity to injure myself so severely that it required a hospital visit.
I am staying at my friend Mitra’s place in Safdarjung Enclave. She suspects that I did this deliberately to get even more sympathy than what she normally supplies. In fact, I cannot post this without her consent. She is the national editor for Mint and a dear friend who puts up with all the bs that I am capable of. In any event, I am telling you all this just to let you know that I am alive but not kicking. The pictures of the knee wound are ugly and horrifying. No, not as horrifying as what Blue Turban is doing to Mango Man but close.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.