The "power" devoid welfare state

Back after a tiring day at office, i was greeted into the airconditioned car. Jiju, little Adi and Chandini had by then comforted themselves in the car. Adi had a burger, his evening snack. There was no way this evening he could sit naked on the cozy sofa with a tin of Milk bikies-his favourite- and a steaming glass of tea and enjoy the series in Asianet, Autograph.
Well, this is not a typical day in ma place of stay(Sharjah). But a typical evening in the "power" devoid welfare state Sharjah.
As always i dont want to probe into the details of "why" the power failure, as am not one among those RJ's who have promised the umpteen number of listners to let them know the reason. Tired i am listening to this complaints on the trip up and down. And after all what sense does it make to know the why, unless u can restore the power back and help out the lakhs of families who r in trouble.
My concern is on a different dimension. And indeed, orienting myself to the pleasures i had in the 'darkness'.
The last time power failed in Sharjah this year, i wrote
"They complained when he played hide and seek, but i dint, for i loved the nostalgia created with the smell of burning candle and the whispers of paper fan" . Agreeing to the fact that there was sarcasm involved, i was really loving it for a few factors.It was around nine at night and we were sure that the power would be restored in a couple of hours. The summer wasnt showing all its might and we could comfortably stand in the verandah. Adithya dragged a chair to the verandah and loyal to his Pappa, gave place to his dada and landed safe on his lap. Me and Sis were not allowed to stand der and comment on the people standing down.It was supposed to be 'boys' place, and we were girls. Jiju den spots his Paint canvas stand lying der which is untouched for months long. I felt happy that he recalled the magic his fingers are bestowed with. Chandini suggestes that it was killing space and got to be removed at the earliest. A small fight followed. But the ambience was too nostalgic that we dint stick on to it for long. We recollected those memories at home when power cuts used to be common, and we used to celebrate it with anthakshari. Idle until then , i used to sit down with a book claiming the kerosene lamp, sooner the power fails.Fun days.....
While we enjoyed Chapati and Dal in the dim candle light, i was equipped with the former statement as status msg for ma Facebook profile.

The time has changed and the summer is at its best now.Dispossesion, i saw, in a new style in the welfare city. Walking down the dreary dark steps- not suited to meet a power crisis anytime- people moved directionless. And i gazed,with lesser panic, thinking in 10 days time i would play anthakshari again under the splendid sky with the kerosene lamp on.....