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[S]Whine Flu...


Swine flu! It is every where! In people, papers and television, phew! People are actually wearing masks or at least covering their faces. And I, haven't even bought a mask or carry a kerchief. No, I am not brave. It just doesn't strike me. Weird na? Maybe. But then I am always in hurry because I am always invariably late. I can never leave early so its always touch and go.

And I travel by buses which are most of the times crowded. So this is what I observed:

As usual I was late so caught whichever bus that came first [lucky for me all buses head towards town]. I get in and I can stand comfortably. One aunty is sitting at the ladies window seat. She is wearing a mask and is looking around suspiciousy at everyone who enters the bus.

She gives me a stern look as if the flu is written all over my face. Well, I couldn't care less! Her neighbor gets up to go. Another lady sits in her place and unfortunately sneezes! Damnation! Auntyjee is horrified. The face is of course hidden so I couldn't see her gaping mouth but the eyes are the window to one's soul. So yeah, her badi badi aankhein said it all.

Then the mobile rings. And it rings even more. Aunty cannot find it in her huge carry bag. The other lady has to help, which aunty bears grudgingly and finally takes the call.

Now this is the funnyiest. Instead of taking off the mask completely, she just lifts it up a bit and talks in hush tones or so she feels. Even the passengers in the last seat can hear her.

I say, if she can talk and to talk you need to open your mouth then why all the fuss?

Like is she the only one who will be affected by the non existent swine flu germs in the bus? I say non existent because I am still safe. Touch wood! I know everyone has panicked but the flu will only go when it has to. Just avoid complications and go with the flow. Of course take precautions.

[The news channels are the ones who should be in quarantine. They have been flashing the deaths by swine flu thoroughout but never once clearly stated that many of people who died by the flu were actually sick before. And because their resistence was lower, they succumbed to it. So who do you trust now? Mummy of course... and daddy too!]


P.S: Soon IRE will look different!!!! I can't wait to show off!
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