Damn you Indra !!
i beg of you..O merciless sadist ruler of heaven, do pardon us all from your wrath
and let the ppl of earth, esp bangalore enjoy few non-dripping days..let alone sunny days.

man it is raining like hell..
two days bak, while landing bak at my home, i was drentched from head to toe..

to add more to my tragic wet life..
i can find water cloggeed in front to my home..
no, it wasnt a flood, but a simple muddy water patch streched all over the road,
my shoes were crying "trahimam, trahimam", but ovrhearing them..
i let myself on mercy of bangalore water disposal department, whose i existance i doubt,
and i could feel water seeping through them..duh !! grrr

and when i enter my room..
i was shivering and can feel my teeth cluttering against each other..
and then i heard my frnds pointing thr fingers at me..and rofling..
"aa gaya sale" said they "aur ghoomo baarish mein".

actions speak more than words, so belived i,
so i removed my shoes and stinky socks :D,
for which everyone was feeling, it better to poke nose into a pig's armpits rather thn my shoes.
* and i mean it * ;)
immediatly i can find my lathargic flaties running for thr life..

in tht moment...i recalled a poem. i use to sing when i was kid,
"rain rain, go away, come again another day"
and some s.o.b said "amen!!!" ..right at the moment !!
and voila !!, all the gods who were hostile to me, got another reason to piss me off,
the wish was granted, and tht too on an urgent basis, so tht night it rained like never before,
gutters were oveflowing, which is not new to bangaloreans.
but getting sevage water into ur bedroom, was new to them as well.

its not like i dont like rains..
but things are different when you r dressed in a black formal trouser and grey shirt !!
and last thing i want is, my leather shoes exposed to muddy waters and helplessly watch them getting fucked.


and today..i was eating a hot bhutta sitting besides door,
i could feel a nostalgic wave running through my spine,
i wish i was still at kgp..
that footballl grnd,
those bunch of guys running for a punctured futball, we used a rugby.
those wounded-but-no give up legs
those muddy patches on my shorts and shirt,
reddy cheering from first floor,
anurag whistling as usual,
giri da growling on top of his lungs,
i remember everyone of them,
then i morphed the poem
"rain rain go away, come again some other day",
"give me bak my college days,i want that football play"
then i nearly whispered "amen !!!"

Labels: I, Memoirs