I not dead yet.
I have just got back from a whirlwind tour of various tribal villages over 2 districts in AP...No no I haven't joined the Maoists...yet. Doing some survey and all..Oh did I forget to mention..I am gainfully employed once again alas. but then they pay me to loaf and this time they gave me vehicle with "Govt vehicle" sticker on it....so we saved money in all the toll booths, as well as avoided stupid questions from small time officials like "You are Gormint?". No I am Australopithecus.
I am ill. This is what happens when you drink water in some vague tanda. This is how it happened. Here was man telling me how horrid the water was in his village. Then serves me one huge lota of same saline, polluted water with some fluoride thrown in for free. One couldn't refuse...also one was dying of thirst. So as I drank I said to myself. Here is your first sick leave coming.Sure enough....
Then there is another observation. While I was loafing one night in Khammam looking for a medical store..Well they seem to flourish there, so I picked the least sidey looking one and went. Interestingly unlike the city where they stock within easy reach the high selling items like Halls and what not. Here they had condoms , Ozomen capsules ( that is Sildenafil Citrate) and the I-pill. I had to wait in line to buy a strip of digene, behind three people who were all buying condoms. When I reported same to a friend he exploded.".Bloody bastards are getting laid in fucking Khammam, and here in a city of 30 odd lakh women I have to rely on the 'old faithful'"
Thats the problem maybe..they are 30 "odd" lakh women.
Ugh.I think I shall go throw up.
Stomach upset: the ends suffer because of the mean