Deepshikha Shanker .comment-link {margin-left:.6em;}
Thursday, June 28, 2007
posted by Deepshikha at 11:51 AM

As Pre Monsoon rains arrive in New Delhi, and you leave without an umbrella or rain coats, there are these four types of people who are seen on the streets, Specially when it starts pouring...

The first kind who start running towards their destination. Its interesting: if its any close, they would be able to reach it, but they would get wet anyways.

The second are those who find the nearest tree or bus stop and stand beneath it, waiting for the rains to stop (mostly bikers and pedestrians). Really, their destinations forgotten, chores put on still, they stand under the shelters, waiting for the rains to stop. ... Because trees don't shelter you from rains and since bus shelters are so full, They also get wet Anyways..

The third are those inside their cars : nonchalant. It would never matter if it rains or pours or snows or sun scorches the world, the temperature inside would always be 26 degrees Celsius. I wonder when these see the other three type, do they even thank their stars that they are not getting drenched.. These would never get wet no matter what...

And the final and the fourth, the ones seen walking (or biking) despite the rains, on the streets emptied because no one else is walking, its only cars and buses moving splashing water, (drenching an already wet person??) . Not because they are in a hurry to reach some place, just because when it rains and you don't have an umbrella or raincoat (or a car for that matter), You are in all probability likely to get wet Anyways...(and dry eventually..), Its best to keep walking...
 
2 Comments:


At 11:39 PM, Blogger Aries

I fall in the third category - I currently drive a car. The only times I get wet are when I'm in transit from the car to the safe shelter of office or home. Think about it: isn't that frightfully boring. My most abiding memories of hyderabad are when I cycled back from school completely drenched and without a care in the world. My first day in my articleship as a fresh kid out of college, I drove my bike despite the rain, with water dripping liberally out of my clothes and my squeaky shoes... and my favorite senior in the firm gave me her handkerchief to wipe myself (it was hilariously small, and I keep that to this day). And finally in Chennai, on a day when I proposed to the only girl I've ever managed to love with with all my heart in an unforgettable November Rain (that happens to be my favorite song too).

 

At 10:20 AM, Blogger Deepshikha

That is such a sweet story.. I guess Rains mean so much so all of us even though we are no farmers... as kids floating papers boats in neighbourhood puddles.. Splashing and stomping in those puddles and eventually getting smacked by mom for same... and with your story geting drenched and finding the love of your life "bolly wood style"..

 


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