Posts Tagged With: rain

Why all plastic is not bad

The last few days in Bombay have been incredibly, astoundingly hot. Yes, there are other cities hotter than that in India. But one only talks about what one knows and experiences. So, the last few days in Bombay have been excruciatingly hot. And any form of exercise (which I generally cannot get myself up to anyway) has been nearly impossible.

But last night, sitting at home bored out of my wits, I decided to step out for a walk. And behold! The winds went crazy, the skies opened up and there I was. In the middle of Bombay’s first rains this year. And as always, it felt beautiful. I’d use fancier words, but beautiful is the only word that really describes what I felt.

I didn’t have any water-damageable goods on me. So I didn’t have to take cover under anything and deprive myself of the pleasure. But that’s not going to matter when the monsoon really comes down hard. I’ve had a habit of just putting all damageable stuff into a strong plastic bag and walking out in the rain, never worrying about what i might lose.

I can’t help it.

Peace.
Kabir.

P.S. A beautiful song by The Beatles called, of course, Rain.

 

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Rain

Awoke this morning to the sound of rain outside my window. Although, it wasn’t the gentle pitter-patter that is so common in movie scenes. It was the kind of rain most people would hide away from. Loud and lashing hard. Complete with thunder and lightning. And, as always happens in my part of the world, soon after the rain started, there was a faint ‘thump’ somewhere in the distance and the lights went off. It was, however, gratifying to be reminded of the simplicity of cooking one’s own coffee rather than an electric machine boiling it for you. On that note, I shall go away and drench myself in the madness while dogs and other people on the streets look at me in amusement.

P.S.: I make instant friends with people who like the rain. Anyone?

P.P.S.: Here’s a lesser-known, under appreciated Beatles song that I really like. Of course, it’s about rain. And life.

Peace.
Kabir

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When the levee breaks

In the south of India is a fairly long river. It runs through four states, after all. Three states and a Union Territory, more like, though that’s only a spec. And when it doesn’t quite rain very well in the country, the states go at it in the ring.

2012 is one of those dry-ish years. Monsoons have been down by nearly 50% in the country. And all states are feeling the heat a touch. But it would appear that most affected is Tamil Nadu – one of the states through which the Kaveri runs. And since they don’t have much water to farm, or drink, they asked their Kannadiga neighbours to help out a little bit and send in some water from their side of the river.

It would turn out, though, that Karnataka believes that the river belongs to them. That they own her. And that they have undisputed rights over it. Hence, they have refused to be the good samaritans. The PM and teh Supreme Court, however, have asked them to stuff it and send out 9,000 cusecs of water to Tamil Nadu every day. This has led to protests on the streets and a statewide bandh being called on Saturday, October 6.

I don’t have a conclusion planned for this post. There is none.

Peace.
Kabir

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