When the Sky Screams, Who Hires Your Fear?
The Bay of Bengal is spinning again. A deep depression sits off the Andhra–Odisha coast. Schools shut. Ferries frozen on Chilika. Fishermen told to stay ashore. The India Meteorological Department says the system will cross between Visakhapatnam and Gopalpur by tonight. Winds may gust hard. Rain may dump two hundred millimetres in places. The next name on the cyclone roster is Arnab — if the winds climb high enough to earn it. That is the science. Short. Cold. Useful. Now open the phone. Ruling-party feeds will flood with readiness theatre: shelters stocked, control rooms glowing, ministers in hard hats pointing at maps. Opposition feeds will flood with failure theatre: drains clogged, trees down, “this government never learns.” Same cloud. Two movies. Both want shares. Both want rage. Neither wants you to read the IMD bulletin twice. Meanwhile, half the country is thirsty in a different way. Monsoon deficit. Wilted cotton. Dry plots in Vidarbha. Flood on one coast, cracked earth ...
