Spouse & Me In Chanting Mode As a senior citizen brimming with inertia, I felt greatly relieved when the Supreme Court of India ordered that for getting welfare benefits from Government, Aadhaar ID is not a must. When I rejoiced telling her of the Supreme Court order, my spouse dismissed it with a click of her tongue. Following day, being last Sunday of the Aadhaar team camping in nearby school, she desired that I forsake early-morning coffee and be out for getting Aadhaar ID. As desired by her, I dressed up in full trousers and cotton kurtha. Thrusting a handy plastic pouch containing ration card and voter’s id into my hands, she insisted that I carry thailam in bottle to apply over my knee, in case it pains while standing in queue. I sauntered to the school. The sight of the serpentine queue stretching beyond street-end sank my heart. With deadpan face, I ambled, bit panting toward the tail end. I estimated, by the time I get my turn it may turn out to be dusk. I noticed a small bit of paper in the hands of others relating to page and line number in the voters’ list and learnt the necessity for it. I felt my knees craving for thailam massage. I requested few, to keep guarding my ‘status’ in the queue and that I would return. I ambled across vast open sandy ground within school precincts. I recalled my spouse uttering “Narayana” or chanting the verse “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya” My lips chanting “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya..” in silence, I saw people in a huddle on a distant stage. I reached the spot and prised through the huddle and found a woman inspecting the voters’ list and helping to discover page and line number wherein name printed in the voters’ list. I brusquely managed to quickly draw her attention by showing names from my voter id. As luck would have it, she discovered relevant information for my family in the very same page of voters’ list which she had previously referred to. On a piece of blank paper, she legibly wrote the corresponding page and line numbers for my family and handed to me. I carefully folded and stuffed it into my trousers’ pocket. A small step completed. The thought of joining and standing in queue enduring ailing knees turned me effete. I switched silent-chanting from ‘Narayana’ to my spouse’s other favourite line “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya”. At closer proximity, I could see a commotion near enlisting room. Some force impelled me to reach the spot with an idea. In baritone, I ordered the crowd that they all shall stand in queue and seek their turn and lo, the crowd mistook me for Aadhaar staff and obeyed. I was standing erect at threshold of the room. Inside, a wall clock had finished chiming 9 times; and voila - a lady behind desk-top and accessories but out of sight to queue, ushered me to take seat in front. I quickly retrieved from trousers the small slip and showed it to her. She glanced over it. Compared with her copy of voters’ list, I heard her tapping the keys, I felt rejuvenated and in few minutes, she finished imaging my iris and finger-print. The sound of printer making an acknowledgement made me ecstatic. She tore out and gave the acknowledgement. At the back of my mind filter coffee and “Om Bhagavathey Vasudevaya” were still playing thanks to my wife.