So the rains seem to have
arrived and there’s no running away. According to me, the only reason to want
rains is because without it, I would have to spend October to December
suffering constant water cuts.
To make you more aware of
the fact, there is Facebook where my dear friends have now turned into weather
reporters. You don’t need to put up ‘Rains <3’ or ‘Weather :D’ every time it
starts drizzling, we have a window for crying out loud!
Okay, I agree that after
3 months of scorching heat and sunblock, the clouds do prove to be a relief.
But can you handle this gloomy, depressing weather for the next 4 whole months?
Besides, it’s not just
the melancholic sky. I haven’t even begun to describe the main problem yet. The
Rain.
I don’t have an issue
with water falling on my head and body, really. It’s just that I’d rather have
that happen in the bathroom than when I’m well-dressed and ready to go out.
The monsoon is a lucky
time for roadside perverts who ogle at women. They hit their jackpot when a
girl is dressed in white, walking on the street and it happens to rain. It’s a
treat to their lecherous eyes.
Another thing beyond my
comprehension is how anyone can find rains romantic. I don’t deny the fact that
everything looks beautiful during the rains but that’s only when I’m in the
comforts of my home. Ask the poor desperados who can’t seem to find a room and
find it appropriate to get to second base under an umbrella in their
neighbourhood garden.
The next move, according
to protocol is for newspapers and magazines to go and interview jobless
celebrities about how they spend their monsoon. I can assure you, the only
answer you’re going to get is “Drinking Hot chai and eating bhajiyas.” I mean
wow, you’re so amazingly innovative, nobody has ever thought of doing that
before.
It’s needless to remind
you that the maximum number of diseases that spread are during the monsoon and
every time you think of eating something off the street, your mother’s
admonishing voice will play in your head warning you about the threats of
consuming outside food during monsoon.
To all the
monsoon-lovers, if you like the rains so much you should like the filth too. I
mean, isn’t it a delight to have disgusting muck on your clothes and shoes? You
must also love the annoyingly large number of flies that find a home in yours.
Especially the enormous, blue ones that find it appropriate to share your food.
Don’t even get me started
on the traffic jams and the mess the BMC creates. Abandoning past projects
during the monsoon is what they specialize in. The numerous potholes are
maddening. You don’t need to go to a theme park to experience the “Bumpy Ride”,
just drive on Mumbai roads.
The only time I’m going
to stop my rant is when people finally admit that everything is NOT hunky dory
during the rains. I know that there are very few people who are going to
support me on this matter. Call me a cynic but I am one of the few who don’t
like the rains much. But there’s no harm in voicing your opinion, is there?
