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“The Bangladesh Eye Flu”
It was probably sometime in 1971 when I was around 12 years old that there was a very widespread epidemic of eye flu christened Bangladesh Eye flu. It was probably named so because this was brought in by the huge influx of Bangladeshi refugees into India around the time of Indo-Pak war. Very infectious, every third or fourth person seemed to be getting it.
As boarders in PPS (The Punjab Public School, Nabha, Punjab, India) there were very few ways of getting away from classes. Worse still, probably the only way to be able to go home during regular school days was if we got very sick. This Bangladesh Eye Flu was like a gift from God. Those who were getting ‘red eyes’ were sent home immediately because of fear of spread of the disease.
These kinds of ‘gifts’ however have a way of playing hard to get, really hard to get. I and some of my close ‘associates’ just wouldn’t get it no matter how hard we tried. We even tried touching the eyes of the inflicted individuals and then touching our own. Nope, it just wouldn’t happen. Damn ! what do we do now?
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After examining the relevant car papers and finding all in order, they started to ask some mundane questions like; “Why the jeep’s headlight glass is not blackened in the upper half?” “The car number plate is a little small.” etc. etc.
It was by now obvious to the couple that thepolice were just harassing them to get some bribe out. As the policemen discussed something with their officer who sat in a small cubical on the roadside, the young couple started to have an argument. The wife suggested that they give a little bribe and then they could be on their way. The husband would not budge from his committed stand of “No Bribing!”.
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I was to be startled by sudden movement of something on my still dangling leg. As if by reflex, my hand, with all the energy and quickness,went down to grab my thigh. I suddenly realized that a small little brat rat had ventured into my pajamas and was going up towards the forbidden area. What nerve and balls does this rat have?No, no buddy. This is a no entry zone. I jumped and shook the leg and the whole body as if being electrocuted. Before I knew it, the rat had beaten a retreat and had run under the bed. I took my slipper, the only potential weapon that I had near me and banged it against the bed and on the floor trying to scare the rat out.No, the rat wasn’t coming out.