Update for week ended 23 January 2022
In modern metropolises, the most we interact with neighbours in in the common elevators taking us up to our apartments. One such recent encounter that I had went something like this:
Me : Hi – long time, no see! Were you travelling during the yearend break?
Neighbour: Yes, I went to India
Me: Oh – so you went to Delhi? (presumptuous me)
Neighbour: retorting proudly – No, we went to Shimla. I belong to Himachal Pradesh and that is home.
Me: Aha, so did you get a snowfall? (Shimla was the summer capital of British India and chosen for its cool weather all year round, and a few bouts of snowfall in winters)
Neighbour: Luckily, no. I believe it snowed the day after we left, and that was fortunate, else we would have been stuck and unable to travel to catch my flight back to Singapore.
The lift door opened as I reached my floor, and got off the lift with the courteous farewells and that got me thinking. How so many of us, who don’t get to see snow in the tropics, crave for it; while there are many who don’t particularly find the thought welcoming. Take the residents in the Pakistani capital. The hill station of Murree is not too far from Islamabad, to drive down for a day trip. And when it snowed one day at Murree, almost everyone who had a car, rounded up the family for the day picnic. Off they went clogging the roads uphill, and the snow fall turned into a storm that just got fiercer and made it impossible to drive through. So many of the cars just stopped and stayed still along the narrow, winding roads with little room to turn back waiting for the storm to abate. The jam was several kilometres long and the wait was getting colder, as the snowfall refused to cease. To keep themselves warm, most of the drivers shut all windows and kept their car engines running to keep the heater running , as well, in the car. It was not helpful for many, as they suffocated in the cars and froze to death. A Different story unfloded last weekend in Manitoba. A group of migrants were being illegally transported form Canada to the US Border to start their new lives. They were dropped off in the wilderness near the border by a van driving agent, who asked them to trudge the last half a kilometre or so on foot. Mind you, this was snow country, and the walkers were from hot and humid western India, perhaps ill equipped to handle the freezing snow. Amongst them was a family of 4 including an infant, who perhaps lost their way and after a long search were found frozen dead just 100 metres or so from the border. In search of a new life, this family lost their their current one, forever. RIP !
The winter snow storm that hit north eastern America also piled the white fluff on W Street. I hear that the weather is still chilly and sub zero if you used the Celsius scale (unlike the DJ Boyz who prefer the Fahrenheit). The chilling weather froze the DJ Boyz’ fingers and their feet trembled, as they got to work in the last week (or at least those how did attempt to get to work), giving their favorite DJ index a similar cold treatment. What had been a drop from all time highs a couple of weeks back, continued to plunge like the mercury on the thermometer. The DJI moved below 36000 and even below 35000 to end the week at a timid 34,265.
The bleak winter presents many facets; of awe to those who never had a chance to see snowflakes traipse earthwards; while it is reason for others to cancel their trip to office and perhaps a few of the zoom calls to help clear the snow that blocks their driveway. Next week, many Asians would celebrate the Lunar New Year and look forward to spring with great hope. Perhaps some cheer would be welcome.
Till then, do chat with a neighbour and share with me any interesting conversations you had. who knows that might get you thinking about.