About half a decade back when we shifted to Maximum City…Hold on… that sounds quite ancient, though it actually means just 5 years. And I believe, by saying so, it puts me in fossil category as well, as I am referring to the past tense rather than present or future. Isn’t that the mark of attaining the full crown of grays on the top and displaying many a medallions of glorious memory in heart?
Let me come back on track from my derailed train of thoughts, before you leave my post and catch up with the rain and rainbow at another post in the #WordsMatter blog hop!
When we shifted our base to Mumbai one of the things that I was warned of in the sea of many other cautious warnings, was that of rains. I was told that I would learn the phrase “its raining cats and dogs”, first hand. Rain in Mumbai, it turned out, is an experience to live for. And I am proud that I am now the author of “My theory of Empiricism, when it rains”. Sharing its postulates and random outcomes of this yet not published but self proclaimed theory with you here…
When it rains, invariably my house has “House full” board as the Education Minister declarers the holiday for the schools and colleges and corporate offices urge their erstwhile workforce to work from home. I then have a mixed bag of emotions…joy of having the family together on a week day at the cost of my precious sanity which I enjoy when the house is solely mine to claim sans all other members.
When it rains, the chimney in the kitchen clocks in extra work hours and is directly proportional to depleting stock of chickpea (Besan) flour. Onions, potatoes and green chilies share the same fate along with the scene that they are seen floating in the hot oil more often. This all is due to rising demand of “Pakoras” aka fritters! Surprisingly the rate of consumption of Pakoras always outpaces the rate of production. The result always is happy consumers as well as the manufacturer!
When it rains, the pages from the rough book of my daughter and some from the old news paper go missing. She turns the living room into the ship building dock and soon all the pages turn into boats which later float in the puddles around. I plead guilty on this count, as I am the main conspirator to instigate the young mind. Result- boisterous claps, giggles and laughter!
When it rains, my heart beat skips and starts running helter-skelter. Needless to say it is out of sync with pit pit patter of the raindrops outside. The root cause of this side effect is morbid fear that house help may not show up leaving me in the proverbial avatar of “Cinder-Ella“.
When it rains, the wet clothes hit the headlines in my mind as they end up claiming the most expensive FSI of the house for the season…aka clothes line. I wonder as to why do we wear so many clothes in just one day? Answer to this postulate is yet to occur to me. In case you have any clues, do share with me in the comments. Will give you due credit in my thesis!
When it rains, already busy streets of market witness ‘the umbrella attack’. The colorful umbrellas descend on the streets. The street turns a busy port where umbrellas of different size and shape throng. Some bobbing, some gliding they are a pretty sight to hold unless… you are one among them. You will need special maneuvering skills to negotiate the road with one hand holding umbrella, other bags full of vegetables and fruits. If one is not apt in this skill, its most likely that one would lock horns with other umbrellas!
To sum up I must say, when it rains, it rains postulates of “rain soaked knowledge” in the Maximum City Mumbai! The spirit is always upbeat though!