It’s literally very hard not to write about rains right now. Monsoons have finally hit Mumbai and after an almost simultaneous monotony of the usual “love struck with the weather” status updates on all social networks, I finally have appreciated the so called Pee-Of-God.http://www.cpmtree.com/serv/tag.js
The finally is there because of a very troubled relation I share with the torrential rains of Mumbai. Over the years, I have always hated them; owing to the fact that they have on more than one occasion, ruined my birthday and the ruckus, mess and slosh made by them have basically disgusted me like forever. But, somehow over the years, I realised the true beauty of Mumbai rains have simply come to love them. As I sit by my window, lapping up the cool wind accompanying the bursts of rainfall, I sure have to tell you something.
Last year, in August, I was one of those new 11thgraders who were breaking ground with the newly added transportation in their lives: the local trains. One eventful afternoon, the rain gods broke free and made merry as people ran to save inches of their skin from the ruthless onslaught. None the less, I too jumped onto a train heading towards Kandivali, desperately waiting for the warm confines of my home. However, due to a crowd, which to a non-Mumbaikar, is simply unimaginable, I was pressed between a fat Punjabi Kid who was pulling on a jacket two sizes too small and a old, wheezing uncle, who kept coughing, almost in rhythm with the thunder. On top of this, I stood right at the door, clinging onto the rods inside the compartment, more for balance then safety. It was then, when I gazed out into the sky, did I see scene which is very rarely seen. Rain drops splashing across a lush green field, plastering everything and anything. It was no realization nor was a long struggle to evasiveness. A simple waking up to appreciate the beauty of monsoons was what made me mad for this season.
Somewhere, deep down or shimmering on the surface, all of us love the monsoons. An escape from the scorching summer, the messy football, the lovely walks along Marine Drive in a moderate rainfall, we each have our own reasons. But the best news of all is that finally, it’s Rain In The City.