Listening to Ellie Golding's "Lights"
In the middle of the nights,
The outside street light,
Finally doing its job right.
Well, I really should be saying Goodnight.
The street lights here in our little corner of the world work on the roll of a die cast at the local BESCOM office everyday. There's one next to my window that I use to judge whether the power is out or not. There's a UPS system in place, but the batteries are worn out and don't last longer than 30 minutes. Hence the careful use required. The whole household goes into RED ALERT mode (sadly the power required for the flashing lights and screaming sirens is not there in the batteries of the UPS, so all this is imaginary). We run around switching off fans, lights and cellphone chargers and anything else that might even be remotely plugged in, we'd even switch off the UPS so that the little tiny lights that glow on it don't suck out our precious power (really, we are that lost and confused in the dark).
Power cuts are a good reminder that before all this electricity (and the light bulb) came along, we all lived either by the light of nature viz. the sun, the moon (technically the sun, again), and the stars (which the sun is but an example of one) ; and oil lamp and candle light (technically, anything that burned bright enough and long enough). We told funny stories to pass the time and generally went to bed and rose early. I think we were far better off back then. Maybe all the world needs is a good nights sleep. I mean, everybody at the same time. That should take care of most of our 'issues' and give us all the perspective we need.
Yawn! Alright, time to wake up and go to bed.