July 13, 2010 by Preeks
So the Monsoons reached Delhi and “apparently”, it rained too! Unfortunately, I don’t know for what fault of mine, but I don’t get to actually see the rain. Ever. Last week on Wednesday, it poured and I got phone calls from everyone warning me to be careful, stand under shelters, not jump into pools, wait for the rain to end, not walk under electric poles, to stay away from loosely hanging trees, all because it was
raining pouring in South Delhi. You know me, nuh? I got all excited because I didn’t have an umbrella and here was a golden chance to actually enjoy the monsoon. I even started playing this song, Ab ke Sawan Aise Barse on my iPod. Basically I was all prepared.
Just to give you a slight idea of the logistics of this:
(Excuse the map for the directions. I am directionally challenged and this was the ONLY way I could visualize it. Sorry!)
So there I was all excited, dreaming about getting wet. I heard the rumbles, while in the bus and I could barely wait. But God has his ways of taming us. You would think the Point of Convergence seems close by and I would catch up with the rain in no time. You couldn’t be more wrong. I didn’t get to see the rain because of a small hitch. Basically, this:
The Point of Convergence became the Point of Divergence. So, by the time I freed myself from the tangles of the MASSIVE, gigantic, enormous little bit of a Traffic jam extending all the way from East to West Delhi, the rain had already crossed the borders of Delhi into Punjab and Haryana, where it apparently poured, till it flooded. I, in the meanwhile, was struggling to breathe in a Traffic jam that extended over 6 Flyover and 2 underpasses, putting up with irritating, meddling co-passengers, talking about the usual mundane, “Oh you are a South Indian? So you speak South Indian? Madrasi? Ek line bolke Dikhao?” stuff! What made things worse was the fact that the stupid song I mentioned above was playing on a loop, reminding me of what I was missing, making my blood boil, and wanting to make me pull my co-passengers hair. When I finally got off the bus:
- It was HOT and humid.
- There were no pools of water to jump into for fun.They had dried up.
- There were no broken trees.
- There were no Auto-Rickshaws to take me home.
- There were no traffic lights that were working
- There was no other way of going home except to walk.
- There was no energy left to change the stupid Ab Ke Sawan song STILL playing on the iPod.
Needless to say, I reached home 4 hours after leaving office, without witnessing a single drop of rain. It didn’t rain again. Till yesterday. But this time, it rained after I reached home. Thankfully, because I know of people who reached home at 12 in the night because of the Jam! So much for Monsoons.
That said, I do hope it rains today!
God! It’s still Tuesday! Give me strength!