31st December, and the year is closing with the dark shadow of something called
Omicron looming over us. A ‘tsunami’ of Covid, the so-called third wave, is
about to crash over our heads, say the experts. Mercifully, even the experts
believe that this wave will be of very short duration, maybe only a few weeks.
I am only taking heart from the latest numbers. Over the last week, the number
of new daily infections in Delhi has surged from 40-50 to 1300+, yet the daily
death rate has remained constant for more than a month at 0-1 (today’s number
is zero). Countrywide, over the same period, the infection rate has doubled,
while the death rate has remained the same, or dropped slightly (today it was
220, while even a few days ago it was nudging 400). Make of that what you will.
I
wish almost everyone – meaning everyone who has not made hay on a monstrous scale in the time of the
pandemic – a much happier New Year. May divine wrath consume the other kind. I
like to console myself with Holy Scripture: ‘The mills of God grind slowly, but
they grind exceedingly small’.
There
is a private diary in which I have been scribbling what I consider important
events in my life every year since I went to school, meaning 1969. I wonder
what my entries for 2021 would be?
Long-time readers, I should very much like to hear from you about your expectations from the new year.
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