We can’t change the way we live just because the future looks waterless!

Save Water! Save Electricity! Save this! Save that! Doesn’t the water gush out of my taps 24 hours a day? Where’s the shortage?


The girl next door hollered. “Auntyji, please turn off the tap! The tank is full. The water is overflowing.”

These dratted environmental do-gooders were pesky. Their perpetual rants grated on my nerves. Save water! Save electricity! Save this! Save that! Doesn’t the water gush out of my taps 24 hours a day? I was still squinting to see where the shortage was. One blighted chap even badgered me to monitor how much water I use to brush my teeth. They threw me dirty looks for leaving the garden tap open the whole night. Raising unnecessary brouhaha, I say. My darling Bunty loved to play on the little puddles that formed by the morning. I couldn’t let him frolic in the dirty water on the roadside, could I? In fact, being the conscientious mom I was, I even got my garden pipe hooked to the Cauvery supply.

No one could fault me on my housekeeping. I insisted that the maid hose down the entire pavement and all the balconies every day. Even the driver knew, he had to hose the car daily till a nice pool glistened underneath, lest madam assumed he had played truant.

That annoying girl was still shrieking something incomprehensible. I was sipping a refreshing glass of sherbet and nothing was going to shake me out of my torpor. I took a good 15 minutes before sauntering to turn off the tap. That irksome girl was still there looking daggers at me.

I didn’t usually let the water overflow for more than half an hour as a rule. Barring that one time when I had left the taps running and gone on a vacation. In my frantic search to locate my favourite shade of lip gloss, I had plain forgotten to turn them off. No big deal actually. But some people actually had the nerve to lecture me on the water wastage and for the flooding it had caused nearby – in spite of me explaining the lip gloss catastrophe. I had asked them to take a walk. It was after all my tap, my water, my money!

And imagine their impertinence; for Holi they had actually warned my Bunty not to spray the entire street with colour. Last Holi, we had thrown this grand bash for all of Bunty’s friends, complete with a big tank of water. Well, boys will be boys. The little chipmunks had jumped into the common swimming pool as well and the water had turned different shades of color. Those poor darlings couldn’t get to the loo in time, so had been forced to pee in it as well.

Then those nosey parkers had turned up again, yapping away about some depleting water tables. I knew my multiplication tables too, I informed them petulantly. People will consume water their whole lives, won’t they? We can’t change the way we live, just because the future looks waterless. And looking at the way people are exploding – literally crawling out of the woodwork in my opinion, it’s a no-brainer we would be needing more and more water. We could drill all we want and still be left high and dry. The lucky ones could even strike oil!

Yeah, the writing’s on the wall and soon we might not have enough water for all of us. It would be upon us so fast; we would go cross eyed trying to figure out what hit us. And if push came to shove, we have it all figured out. We could do away with baths and other useless cleaning stuff, and instead invent gadgets which would spray us with perfumed disinfectant powder. Food, of course, could pose a tiny problem. But again we could always rely on eating all other living things which might still be surviving which should last us, at least for a couple of years. Life would no longer be about a spiritual search for meaning, but just mean the quest for that all elusive drop of water. With the constant race for water, whoever would have the time to work or study? We could collect human fluids as well and work out ways to recycle. And don’t you pucker your nose at me! I have just thought of these brilliant ideas for the new waterless world of tomorrow. So let’s see how long the water is going to last? 1 year.. 5 maybe ? 10 years?

Short sell the industries and schools, don’t waste money getting plumbing done on your new home, make drugs for water retention in your body, nasal clips to block out the stink of unwashed bodies, make…

Wait a minute…was that Bunty shouting: “Mooommyy…there’s no water in the bathroom!”

Jeez! That was quick! I had better get to work fast before time runs out.

This post was originally published in the author’s blog


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An IT Professional for more than a decade, Asha Vishwanathan is rediscovering her artistic callings in life. Asha is a blogger, painter, is passionate about sustainable living and environmental conservation, is mom to a 7-year-old and wife to a technologist cum birder. She blogs at: http://themoonstone.wordpress.com/ more

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR
An IT Professional for more than a decade, Asha Vishwanathan is rediscovering her artistic callings in life. Asha is a blogger, painter, is passionate about sustainable living and environmental conservation, is mom to a 7-year-old and wife to a technologist cum birder. She blogs at: http://themoonstone.wordpress.com/ more

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