Tuesday, 3 June 2008

Monsoon blues


Its hot and I want it to rain. Who loves June anyway?
Well, think again.

Monsoon in this city is a weird thingy
-some guy I know.


A couple of years back, in school, Ruby, my chemistry teachie, called it a day.

Smack in the middle of the monsoon, it wasn't unusual to see School Road completely drowned. The common man from School trying to reach home before dark(read: me) would be left with two alternatives, he either take the long walk to the bus stop, or seek refuge from the rain under a tree or inside a shop or the ice cream parlour opposite school, where they conveniently turned off thea air conditioners in that stupid humidity, so you would get wet anyway.

Being sort of an experienced campaigner, I chose the former. Trudging along the alleys trying to avoid the puddles of mud, a friend of mine, Karthik Murali, frowned.
"The Heavens must be really pissed with us."
"Do They have to piss this hard?"

Hordes of people walked about, all armed with umbrellas, and we'd try and take peeks inside the pink ones. Trying to remember the last time I carried an umbrella, I made my way through the narrow labyrinth of dry road there was, and was then on my own in the bus stop, my shoes crunching the soft mud underneath me. I was all alone from here. Muttering silent curses to the so-called-friends who ditched me, I waited for the 41D, to take me home to civilization. I also did not want to miss The Simpsons at six, I think.

45 minutes, a dozen swears, a few toppled trees and a motorcycle accident later, the big green monster finally came, humanity pouring out of its every orifice. I attached a couple of limbs firmly to it, one to a handle and the other to the last step of the footboard, and it pulled me along. I got drenched, motorists from behind were shouting at me, and the humongous bag which I was carrying brushing against every tamil movie poster on the buildings. I reached home and surveyed the damage done : the top of all my books were blue, the little Chinese mp3 player I had stopped working, plus a few bruises on my elbow.

Life doesn't get any better I guess.

9 comments:

Darth Vin Ode said...

now who the hell thinks summer sucks? :-| its cause of the heat there are holidays!

Jean said...

I still like the monsoon season. Maybe it's because I've never had to take a bus during those times.

Did you finally get to watch the Simpsons that day?

@Vinode

So we have winter holidays because of the cold?

ashwin said...

all i can say is.... i jus hate monsoon! the heaven really does piss a lot during dat season!!! lol :D

i jus cant forget those 2 years when i used to take the rickety city buses to school... :(( sniff sob!

Sammok said...

@vinode : what jean said

@jean : The powe cut :| stupid monsoon, I couldn't watch the simpsons

@ashwin : yeah, dude.. stupid stupid two months - october and november.

fari said...

always hated traveling in buses but now i've realised they are worth traveling in with all the stupid traffic jams at every corner in the city!


every season has its good :P

lavanya snigdha said...

shit i remember tht monsoon... it was raining and my friend decided it was time to shopping...
:O

bad day... it'll haunt me for the rest of my life...

workhard said...

Summer is always tough.. i love the rains

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m inc said...

Interesting. I like your blog, too.

Sammok said...

Thanks!