Save yourselves.

They are well trained. Even the slightest of sounds will let them know of the impending arrival, the arrival which has been happening for decades now. Though everyone knows the time it is about to happen everyday, they are always prepared well ahead. It is all for survival! One needs to work with brute force and smartness equally balanced. Being the last and least aggressive, will not help. The weaker ones - they can only grudge and scramble for some or the other means in the end. Of all, there are some elite ones too, who can buy their way through money. These elite ones don't get their hands dirty. They make others do their deeds and give big bucks in return. Though elite as they may seem to appear, if things are not done by time, they don't like it. It makes them aggressive and pitiless.

Do you want to enter into their lives and view their dimensions? You will be drenched in sweat and lose your senses from the loud roaring of the arrival. Be prepared, be the first, expect contentions, put on your heavy mask - you don't want anyone treading over you. You shall be a winner. You may also win a couple more in the tension, after all who can count?

Have you ever witnessed a fight or tensed situation at the arrival of drinking water lorry services (tamil: kulai adi sandai). If you havn't or find it difficult to recollect click here to see a picture of the scenario. Though i havn't had the opportunity to actively participate in one such event in my life yet, i have witnessed ample scenarios comfortably from my house balcony back in India. Yes! yes, fortunately (says my egotistic mind) or unfortunately (budges in the alter-ego that fights for equality among humans), I too have been one among the lazy prodding elites solely resting on the 'heavily built - water uncle' to home deliver water cans every other day. Now that, you kinda get the situation that i was trying to exaggerate in multitudes earlier, please be a saint and forgive my uncouth expressions. :)

Just like how a construction work for laying the road or moving things in and out of a neighboring house would attract ones attentions with such amuse, as though if lost sight of these activities, things might get disastrous; watching people fill colorful plastic kudam (wonder if there is an english word for that) has always amused me. Most often the scenario is just normal, with people standing in long lines (debating whether to  use the word 'queues' instead) patiently waiting for their turn to fill, shift the kudams for the next empty ones and carry it back to their houses once it's all done. Quite rarely, one or two quarreling aunties push their way through for their turn impatiently and it becomes an avalanche. When the fight seems to become all too serious, while i bite my nails as though it is the last over of a match, amma would call "Priyaaaaaaaaaa, ulla vaa!" - abiding to the supremacy of adults, Priya goes in. 

In truth, i started with this post hoping i could lead it somehow to show how valued water is. But, whether or not quarrels at drinking water lorry services is a big issue to be addressed by the society, an inference i could gather is that water can make even the ever smiling, patient aunties who share sweets and delights on every festivities with neighbors - into arrogant and quarreling aunties whom my amma thinks as a bad influence for a growing child. So let us realize the essentiality of water and save them for the future.