The day had begun with continuous rains. The early morning chat over the morning cuppa and later on to the breakfast table never seemed to finish. But I'd a tryst at the Kanakkunnu Palace by 10 for the final looking up of the arrangements for the 'Quiz Competition - inter district level' and the painting competition termed the 'riot of colours' for children across various age groups. Attractive prizes had ensured a large audience to participate despite the adverse weather conditions.
The proceedings of the fifth day of the 'Vaayana vaaram' were kicked off by the leader of the opposition in his inimitable style. Lekha and me had left the venue after the meeting and the commencement of the competitions, conducted by professionals.
Padmakumar, my elder brother-in-law, had met us quite accidentally enroute - he was attending a wedding - and became a co-traveller on his way to Palakkad. It was rains all the way but being a Sunday and with sparse traffic, the journey was uninterrupted and the only jarring note was a host of nasty potholes - that have sprouted at regular intervals - on the highway. They took the sheen out of the drive and kept me on my toes throughout!
It's the same old story - the roads break at various places, a spate of accidents occur, there's a clamour for urgent repairs and the government obliges. Repairs are undertaken on a war footing by the time the rains are over - a quick buck is made by the entire lot and quality pays a heavy price!!
Tailpiece.
Last year the minister had tomtommed that we'd have roads of international standards. Wonder what he'd meant by it? Perhaps, by the record number of potholes maybe? These guys should be whipped publicly.
The proceedings of the fifth day of the 'Vaayana vaaram' were kicked off by the leader of the opposition in his inimitable style. Lekha and me had left the venue after the meeting and the commencement of the competitions, conducted by professionals.
Padmakumar, my elder brother-in-law, had met us quite accidentally enroute - he was attending a wedding - and became a co-traveller on his way to Palakkad. It was rains all the way but being a Sunday and with sparse traffic, the journey was uninterrupted and the only jarring note was a host of nasty potholes - that have sprouted at regular intervals - on the highway. They took the sheen out of the drive and kept me on my toes throughout!
It's the same old story - the roads break at various places, a spate of accidents occur, there's a clamour for urgent repairs and the government obliges. Repairs are undertaken on a war footing by the time the rains are over - a quick buck is made by the entire lot and quality pays a heavy price!!
Tailpiece.
Last year the minister had tomtommed that we'd have roads of international standards. Wonder what he'd meant by it? Perhaps, by the record number of potholes maybe? These guys should be whipped publicly.
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