Sporting assignments and 27th the monthly holiday by Puneet Rajhans

AS i come across the booklet titled "Race programme compiled by original vel: The sports news", there is another "Best Of Luck The Sports bulletin". These two booklets were in plenty when the sun rose in this part of the world. As the sun began to set to rise the other day the booklets were hardly there with most taken by those who have fascination for this particular sports but no such sentiments for the government which fails to give sports its due. More such booklets could set the stage for those having fascination for different sports to take a vow that at least one member from their family makes it to sports.

Coming to other sporting assignments underway, if you indulge in transporting yourself from one part of the country to another in a space of 14 hours, saddled with the commute taking four different buses in this very period, this act of destination-reaching is no less than a sporting foray given the physical and mental faculties that come under continued stress. THe dislocation that doesn't happen, you can thank your stars and the constant nudging that comes from the manager doubling as caretaker on the schedule to be adhered on check out - non-adherents have been brought face to face with the shape and colour of eviction - and you and your followers, visible and invisible, not losing patience to dislocate him are the virtues of modern-day travelling.
The modern-day travelling empowers you to disempower others like lodgewallahs when any query directed at them they respond in a manner befitting them and yet taking an untimely descent. The other day looking to break the deadlock that had just set in, and not something brewing in for months which the govt. of the day is faced with, i was looking for options that could be tried in the spare time. One was to reach the sea shore and before i could reach the beach the manager reached me. He reached me with the precise brief that time had come for me to part ways from the accommodation i had occupied for the past two days and yet to turn 36 hours. By no means i wanted to empower him to a point where he could get into a brawl and i having a mighty fall, i told him that accommodation had been restored to its original glory and i had kept my luggage next to a parked lorry. He kept moving with the umbrella in his hand and just nodded his head acknowledging my parting stand.
I moved to the beach, probably having covered the two mile in one entire feat. As i moved adjacent to the waves, i saw a man engineering response on a cell on an activity which were entirely forbidden from his place of stay and probably from the place of work if he had any. The precious moments he spent near the beach caught between cell-talk and a small walk were also the moments when in his pant and shirt he could keep an eye on others besides the small frittered rocks. I, for one, could not entirely make out the purpose of his visit to the beach as the looks on the face conveyed his battle of an encircling siege.
The moment of my arrival to the beach saw fewer and fewer collection of men, women and babies and in a space of half an hour it swelled and began to make its presence felt.The Chavakkad beach, for one, has been spared the erosion that human habitation brings and this is a major plus. Perhaps fewer visits and even if the collection is huge there aren't many on a short fuse. When i set on my return journey, i could see a momentum of those heading to the beach and this fairly looked to be a crowd which won't create any mayhem.
The return journey also laid the possibility of my another face to face interaction with the manager-having-not-yet-turned-proprietor. My reading of the situation unfolding every hour was perhaps he belonged to a family who ran the accommodation centre but they were steadfast in their demand that the baton could not be passed on to a figure who had served as a manager and yet had failed to engineer mass arrivals to the lodge. Arrivals were there but not plentiful and departures were hasty leading to customers wear and tear. So the refusal of the lodge high command that the manager won't be made the proprietor in total command had led the manager to manage beyond his call of duty and if one sought the passage to a place where nature's small calls could be answered, he handed them keys to a lavatory which was as dysfunctional as any man-refused territory. Well all the lodges don't cruise in that frame of mind but there are some where managers have yet to become enlightened proprietors.
Stories abound about managers and lodges, it is natural to shed a light on state transport corporation buses and how they haven't lost their momentum. The other day as the bus began to move from its stand, the people on either side of the road were watching it for the precise reason that it was moving at a speed not known to mankind. The roads had become dysfunctional following the heavy and unrelenting movement of heavy traffic round the clock and teared to a point where only tears could be seen in the eyes of those taking such roads. But no tears were visible as far as the STC bus driver was concerned and he maintained the speed status no matter how worsened was the road status. Most passengers reached their destination, with a view that stc buses have their comfort level and discomfort is entirely due to the different body structures we are endowed with. It is this different level of body structure that has led one city centre ac shopping arcade in a city to put a hoarding on the monthly holiday it would have the freedom to avail. it is 27th of the month when all shopping and seizing activities would come to a standstill in this shopping arcade and who all would be visible are the entities who dare not visit before 27th and after 27th to see this 27th as the golden day when they could park themselves for entire full day. The 27th holiday has been declared precisely for the reason that the employers and employees believe that due to unforeseeable reasons there are months and years when shopping centres operate with no break and 27th declaration would be strictly adhered come what may. No amount of pestering would do and no amount of ransom threat would be approved. For all those associated with the shopping arcade they have been freed from the the lengthening bond: of getting ready, taking the bus and reaching the centre on time and yet reporting to the home well before you had your share of wine. This day they have the freedom to take any number of calls on cell and landlines as they are at home with their newly traced brothers and friends, who remain untraceable for the remaining 29 days.

Taking a cue from the 27th declaration, shopping centres across different tiers and tears have decided that in order to give a breathing space to their employees and the customers, it would be made mandatory that every month they would have particular dates as holidays, different from national holidays and sundays, and the declaration to this effect would be put on the hoarding. Non-adherents would be strictly dealt with and adherents would be asked to rope in more followers to the holiday-declaration agenda.
As for commoners like us, there are no holidays as we are subsumed with the theme to observe the happenings around us even if that means that the occupants on either side of a cafe happen to be someone who have no interest in browsing and yet have turned browsing buff for reasons best known to their family members. Browsing they never did the life they have dutifully lived; the sudden urge emanates from the sudden emergence of emergency-like situation with the sole agenda of information dissemination. Information that is hard to come given the filtering that is taking place at a regular pace and every turn.
Let my countrymen know howsoever hard the country roads may be, how discouraging the lodgewallahs might be(not all of them), the stride to know and flow would have the momentum row.