Dammit, the power cut is coming. You never miss power so much as much as when it’s about to go. I feel like there’s so many things I can do, need to do, but it’s all minutes from slipping away… beep, beep, beep. It’s such a bummer, this rolling three hour cuts. The economy must be taking a serious hit, my personal economy is, at least. The morning is the most productive time for me, can update YAMU, check the Facebook page, cue up blog posts for the day. Instead I just struggle to send out a few mails before the current goes.
What did they say in Great Gatsby, “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” That’s what the power cuts do. When the current is cut, you are borne into the past. I sketch things on pieces of paper, but I’m like, ‘now what?’ Any idea leads to questions, for which there are answers online, but I can’t get online (I’m on a desktop). I wonder what I did before, I mean, did questions just go unanswered then. I remember the basement of the Upper Arlington Public Library. I remember Encyclopedia Brittanica, I remember micro-fiche. Nowadays I wouldn’t even know where to start. The Colombo Public Library? Yeah right.
Oh God, it’s coming any time now. I can feel that old familiar trip coming on. There are so many ideas, so many things I could do. You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, you know? Boycy says you can rent a generator down the road for Rs. 3,500 a day, pouring in Rs. 1,500 of petrol. That’s what the government does anyways, running fuel based power plants. It’s raining though, one hopes that will help pump up the hydro. This drought is messing up everything, stinking up the canal.
I was brushing my teeth and thinking, if a government loses power, does it lose power? I mean, these are the basic service deliveries that drive people crazy. Before you invented electricity was one thing, but now people and economies are addicted to it. As the universities are on strike, this can’t be a pleasant time for the government, or I guess it wouldn’t be, if Ranil and the Opposition was doing more than just watching these events like the weather, from a verandah.
Anyways, it’s five minutes till nine. I’m going to hit publish and try to get a few gasps of activity out of the way. I have this vain hope that the power won’t go out at all, and I’ll be so grateful and get so much done. We’ll see.