Dictators like Hosni Mubarak and Gaddafi have been taken by surprise by their peoples’ uprising as they have not been seeing the ‘Writing’ on their walls.
Well, such a contingency will never happen with us ( We of course, do not claim to be dictators, not even dictation- givers) as we keep seeing not only writings on our own wall but get to see a lot on our neighbors’ walls too!
I am not referring to any sexually explicit graffiti like ‘S loves Y’ or ‘M is a p…..’. What I am referring to are the recordings maintained by sales persons or survey- conductors (data collectors) on our walls for the edification of their successors that is, to tell their colleagues that the house has already been covered by them. The fact that our gate pillars are painted a dark green provides them an ideal, clear background to record their hieroglyphics as if it is their birthright. When we catch them doing so, they nonchalantly retort, “But we have been asked to write here. You can wash it off later”. But, who will do the washing? The Company? No way! For them it is one writing. But for us house owners, it is nothing less than 3-4 per day, sometimes in different colored chalk like pink, blue and sometimes even indelible ones. If our neighbors thought of avoiding this by having an off -white wall, they were totally mistaken. They have a jet black metallic gate, don’t they? All the better, as a background against white chalk.
Earlier, the Census people had a horrible way of writing with a dripping black pen or brush to say that the house had been covered. We would be told not to erase those marks too. Thank God, someone up there has had a bright idea. They now have a cute white circular sticker of 1 cm diameter that is stuck unobtrusively on the main door.
Democracy demands that you go round with a purple stained finger nail after every election. But who says that our walls are public property? Who is to stop this atrocious habit of defacing the walls painstakingly painted with one’s life savings?
Incidentally, someone of our acquaintance has the habit of washing the car only once in a blue moon. This was not out of any ‘Save Water’ awareness but due to sheer laziness. Once while the car had been parked outside, two girls had approached the car and had left behind a sensible advice in the dust accumulated on the car ‘Clean me’! That I call is the real “Writing on the wall”, a writing which shames the owner to action.