Happenings over here

The French girl next door was robbed a day before she left for France two years back. A young Tamil man entered her apartment last Thursday. She saw him standing right next to her bed in the early hours of the morning. She screamed. Wonder what it is about some people that attracts crime.
There is security personnel in Auroville. This girl did report the thief but he is still out there. Conjectures are bad, but what if he had raped and  killed her? We share one wall ...

On Saturday, while returning with Mir from Ami I saw in distance a cyclist on wheels talking into a running car window. The car swerved. The cyclist said something. The car swerved again and again until the cyclist was pushed to the brink of the road, forcing him to dismount. The driver, a hefty drunk called Das, got out the car and grabbed the cyclist. I reached the spot exactly at this point. I recognized both of them. I did not want to interfere because Mir was with me, but the cyclist was alone and helpless so I told Mir that we should help. I raised my voice and hollered, " Hay Das, our namma aal tan da! Pavam. Addikkiyade!" ( Hay Das, he is our man. Poor guy. Don't hit)
It was effective. The drunk sobered down. After a pause he smiled at the cyclist and began caressing his face saying that he was sorry. By then more people had gathered so I came home with Mir, a very impressed  6 year old with his father.
As we rode he said, "Charu, that man got scared of you, right?" I said that may be he was not.
"Then why did he listen to you?" - Mir.
"Because"... -I.
" You are stronger than him, right?"
" No Mir, his body weight is no match to mine...."
"But you have reflex!!"
I smiled at my innocent son.

Last Friday I went for a session of counseling with my wife. Everything was as typical as typical can be with these counselors except that she knew almost to a shocking detail my personal life, yet when I called her for the appointment earlier she did not know who I was. I asked her how she knew so much about me. She shrugged. " Auroville, you know!", she said.
But how is that I don't know almost anything about anybody's personal affairs and she does? ( I am sure she knows about many) Professional advantage? Could this be because she sees many people and they tell her things? But people go to a counselor to discuss their OWN personal mess, I thought, not mine? I had this uncanny feeling that she knew everything about me. I am meeting her again. I shall face her with my dilemma.

We have added two members to our family in the form of a pair of Guinea pigs. Mir wanted them. His mother has fur allergies, but she let him have those stinking creatures as pets.  Such is love? Well, INDULGENCE at any rate for sure!

Muralidharan retired from first class cricket. Who cares? He was abnormal. If you ask me, a lucky freak. My hero is Gavaskar. Consider the look of my blog and you may, perhaps, understand why.