The blog has been under some torment. The DAYS do not appear in chronological order when they are opened. 520 remains on top and the current 530 remains lost in between 527 and its (i).

The server requests time to be able to attend to it. Technicians are working on it and there should be a solution soon.

The morning at Amby Valley was simply amazing. A light drizzle, low clouds, fogged in with that mysterious smoky ambience and the temperatures just right. It was truly sensuous ! Driving down was slow but equally romantic. The light rain remained throughout as did the fog and mist. I never can make out which is what and why, but it was there. Yet another day when you never want to get out of bed. Home again within a couple of hours on the road, but now in the absence of the kids - they went back to Delhi and to School. Abhishek and Aishwarya still slugging it out in heavy rain in Malshej had to wrap due to inclement weather.

Inclement weather is the talk of the country. Floods and most treacherous conditions have arisen in Maharashtra, Andhra and Karnataka. Several hundreds have died and the destruction is incalculable. Orrissa is suffering too. In fact the entire country is now under the throws of a weather condition that has not been seen in years. In Andhra not for 100 years. That is saying something.

Nature plays strange games. For most of the monsoon period the rainfall was insufficient. Drought and famine like conditions were prevailing. Farmers, unable to pay off their loans were committing suicide because there were no crops to harvest and sell and repay their borrowings. Now, a burst of ill timed rain and people struggle to survive from its aftermath and terror.

Life too is strange. We complain of low lying areas and flooding in the metropolis. Of flooded streets and traffic jams, of leakages that destroy our furniture and paintings, that put our vehicles at risk of being submerged. Our flights get delayed or cancelled and our electricity gets cut.

But compare it with the devastation in the lesser known regions. Where the poor are without a roof and shelter. Where there is no food to eat or clothes to cover the modesty of their bodies. Where the afflicted escape to higher ground to remain safe from raging waters, hungry and without aid for days. Where there is no medical help for those that suffer disease.

We have no right to complain and show displeasure. It is hypocritical to do that. The inequality in suffering is a humorous cliche. How does one equate suffering separately ? A suffering is a suffering. There cannot be a degree of measure to it. The intensity of one to one may not measure the same to the other and vice versa. All suffering needs attention and relief ; immediate and complete.

A few messages of compliment start coming in by the late evening. They come from strange quarters and from unknown sources. Generally that is always looked upon as genuine opinion. These could be early knee jerks. With the passage of time perhaps a more realistic picture shall emerge on BiggBoss Triteya !!

And I still believe, irrespective of the final analysis and result on BB3, that TV is massive and intriguing and compulsive and its own world creating.

And before I close, I cannot but think of the 13 that have now spent 24 hours with each other in the house with 35 cameras. One gone 83 days more to go !! How will they ever do it ?

Love and …

Amitabh Bachchan