Notable, noticeable turmoil’s on water, its conservation wastage and control…the aspects of water from a common bangalorean could be completely different from those policymakers and protestors…you know why?

On a weekend I noticed this little girl who was fetching water for her house in a xyz-halli nearby, she was very careful with her fetch and trying to carry it to her house from a common water point…i.e. the common tap provided for the neighborhood. I doubt if she really cared about the recent events that made almost everyone think and get reminded about ‘water’… building on the thought the first question which came to mind was how distant she could be from this watery chain… ( read along the lines of food chain we learnt schookla days) the unfolding could be…

>> The Cauvery water getting collected to Dams, with the rain gods pleasure, and the clues from/on global warming if the rain is good and the basin floods, the water can reach the reservoirs …

>> Water once reached undergoes these award policies and get decided by our collective ‘wisdom’ in sessions directing the executives on where to hold and when to release drama. Reaching it to the distribution network for the city provided rust pipes and loads of illegal tapping diverting major share to localities powerful enough to amass the bodies…

>> The governing bodies tap their intellects to redistribute the time division multi leaks to ensure that the taps who have potentials for generating votes will be fed on priority in the subdivision and the direction it takes defying laws of physics near towards the local corporator signs…water reaches the main distribution feeders at times…

>> The local goons and their tanker mafia must have controlled the taps and trends in the calendar days when proportional to the date of salaries or weekly wages to ensure that the sub section engineers order dry dates for the taps in her ‘halli’ and pay homage to the govt fuelled tankers to ferry the local commercial malls, public elicits for burping their water tanks nearing the weekends…water then finds its way to the tap awaited by hundreds in queues since beginning and below the poverty lines of our country…

>> The tap turns of the streets decided by the engineers sitting along the corporator and retired diplomats pressuring the system to fend for themselves the regulations of the one /two bucket(s) per person getting enforced her chances are diminishing with the time she should have spent on education in her school which misses her learning abilities to be more focused on local chapters of wisdom and negotiation and influencing skills in the neighborhood…her turn comes by then…

>> her two buckets / vessels are full load for the day and brings smile to her face as she just have saved her mom’s day by her and saves some money for her family ration as she moves towards her house alone and spares the household work for someone who wants her mother to be doing the work in time and with consistency, her father may appear once a week being bust on the BPO routes all week along…She has her days water duly provided for…

>> she gets help from the neighboring aunty who is rushing to her work but pities the little girl for carrying multiple times her weight of water for a distance to her house all alone…

>> she is home and take s a handful of water to feed her thirst which faded away till she was busy awaiting her turn… her books lay on the floor as she starts to forget that she does need to learn anything to un-learn that the intellects breeded by this democracy still can’t free her from her childhood to play and learn and expects, enforces and ensures that she should remember the water is the next big thing after the stomach cramps….