A Fatal Blow! Did I get out on the wrong side of my bed this morning? No, that was quite unlikely as my bed was close to the wall and trying to get out that side would be a futile exercise. That sneezing of my wife had no bearing either as she did that usually sixty times an hour. She had been blessed with the most sensitive nose in this part of the country. The day started as calmly as ever and there was no sign at all that a severe blow was waiting to be delivered to me. I brushed my teeth correctly and placed my brush correctly in the holder causing a big surprise to my wife. It would usually fall on the floor and it would be her task to wash it again and place it correctly on the holder. I had my hot cup of coffee without spilling a drop of it on my banian as was my wont. Life unfolded as colorfully as it did in Pippa Passes. You know what I mean. ‘The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in his heaven— All's right with the world!’ kind of thing. I smiled a satisfied smile. This was how every day ought to begin, I whispered to myself. I opened the newspaper and there was no news of any young girl being molested by a gang of six. I pinched myself to make sure it was real and no dream. There was enough water to take a decent bath which made the day even more special. I chanted all my morning prayers almost correctly and that too without falling asleep. The food was just perfect and despite that I did not overeat. The rumbling of my stomach was a happy one expressing approval of my discretion in eating. It was a perfect day as if my favorite team had scored 150 runs in the first 10 overs of a T20 match. I rang up an old friend whom I had known for over sixty years and he too was surprisingly in an excellent mood. He did not lament about the political situation in the country or about any ill-treatment by his daughter-in-law. He even cracked a couple of jokes and I smiled but after realizing that he would not be able to see me smiling, I laughed out aloud. Who knew that a catastrophe was waiting to unveil behind all that perfect start of the day? I watched my favorite serial on the TV and I had nothing much to complain about the episode on that day. I sang an old song about a peacock dancing on the sky ignoring the grimace on my wife’s face. Hearing the song, my granddaughters trooped in wishing to know if I called them. ‘Is this von Trapp family to call you through a song?’ I asked them in a hurt tone ignoring my wife’s triumphant laughter. I switched on the AC in the room which brought down the temperature from 40 to 20 °C. Even at this point of time, I did not expect even in my wildest dream that a horror story was about to unfold. I sat in front of my PC and dusted it with great flourish. Like a pilot of an aircraft I made sure that all was in order with my system and I switched on my PC. It opened without the usual fuss. It was precisely at this point that the fatal blow was delivered to me. On the right side bottom of my PC, a message flashed that there was ‘No internet connection’. I felt shattered. Who would ever expect that a day started so perfectly would end up this way? I threw a hostile and hurt look (a rare combination indeed) at my PC and it threw it back at me as if it was telling me ‘Why blame me?’ This was the problem with men of my age. Whenever something happened hurting their routine, they would blame everyone around. A usually pleasant and easy-going old man would totally turn hostile. But I just sulked. That would be proof enough for you that I had a strong control over my feelings. I merely kicked the computer table and hurt my toe!