Chanakya said “before you start some work, always ask yourself three questions – why am I doing it, what the results might be and will I be successful. Only when you think deeply and find satisfactory answers to these questions, go ahead.”
Hmmmmmm…..I know what you are thinking, but no, I didn’t lose all my money in gambling. I was just aimlessly surfing internet clicking on all the links that popped up including the one which said ‘pay now.’ As a result I have a domain and a hosting (a cheap one ‘.in’ as you would expect from me) and there is absolutely no rationale to justify this action; moreover, I have learnt over the past couple of days that the set up process demands a minimum level of IQ. Bewilderment on my face would mortify a 5-year-old kid who has been gifted ‘brand equity and integrated communication’ on his birthday. Here it is, graciously pronouncing my quandary to the entire world and I am sure even after 10 years the same message will be conveyed to all the visitors. However, as I open the control panel again with renewed gusto quoting “winners don’t quit” and the control panel mutters “yeah right,” I can see a light drizzle outside (or may be it’s the tears of the person who invented internet). Quite unusual at this time of the year but it puts things into perspective for me. Oh yeah, I am going to close this control panel and look back at some of the moments when rain god wreaked havoc on earth and we said halleluiah.
Karan Arjun and a treacherous weather
Soon after Karan and Arjun settled the scores with that badass Thakur with the help of some negative flashback clips from their previous lives, we came out of the theatre humming “suraj kab door gagan se” only to realize that suraj did not get a chance to make an appearance (FYI: It was one of those theatres where the exit takes you straight to the main road with no stoppage in between). The road looked like a river and the shops looked like refugee camps with the shop owners on the verge of transforming into Amrish Puri. It was raining, correction it was a thunderstorm as we took shelter inside a shop.
“Now what?” I asked him as I tried to peep into the sky through the shoulders of 15 people standing on the first row.
He looked in the same direction and then replied with a self-assured smile “rain, huh. You know when I was a kid……”
“Let’s go.” I brought him back from retrospection and walked towards his bike.
Smoke on the water and fire in the sky, we set off for an adventurous ride (ok, the smoke was coming through the broken silencer tube and fire….ummmm….dunno, just assume something, I leave it to readers’ interpretation , sorry Deep Purple Bhai). Once we crossed the halfway mark, rain started to subside. My friend looked a little amused as he asked “don’t you think everyone is looking at us?” I affirmed “I think it’s my orange shirt which people are admiring,” he didn’t respond to that…. I like this; silent endorsement. He dropped me on the main road as I wanted to rejuvenate myself with some roadside tea, and then I looked around. Rain didn’t subside; there was no trace of rain in that part of the city. As I stood under scorching sun completely soaked, I could see a person inside the drain next to which I was standing, slightly under the influence of … yeah, yelling “I love you all.” A decent number of spectators looked at both of us with a chuckle on their faces. My shoulders drooped as I walked towards my house; roadside tea was not on my priority list anymore.
Floating bike and a freaky ride
One o’clock in the night I was stuck somewhere as the heavens opened. Suddenly, out of nowhere, like an angel, one of my friends came and asked me if I could drop her home on HER BIKE. I gleefully accepted as I could see myself saving 200 rupees on auto fare (yes I am cheap, I know) plus announcing my chivalry to the entire world. The security guard looked at me with awe and respect as I rolled up my sleeves and waited near the gate for her. Fast forward 5 minutes; I was on the pillion as my friend started the bike; the security guard gave me a blank stare (as mentioned on one of my earlier posts, I do not have a great history with cars and bikes). She was on a learning curve and did not have a license as she couldn’t clear the test, and she was calling it a scooter which according to me was an obsolete term for a scooty. Our bike started with a wobble as a speeding truck zoomed past us splashing water on my face. I tried to remember the people I loved most in the world while I mopped the water off my face. I laughed a lot during the ride, primarily out of fear as I could see the entire tire submerged in the water and only SUVs and six wheelers plying on the road, there was no one else on a scooty. However, she pulled out a miracle, which according to me should have earned her Red and White bravery award, as we safely reached her house. My house was just 2 houses away but the level of difficulty was ‘advanced’ as I could see 4 dogs giving me glares which do not fall under friendly category. As she pulled up in front of her gate I asked her “can you just wait here till I reach my gate? And please don’t tell anyone about it.”
It was a date, yup. I was presenting my case very carefully while trying to decipher the digits on the bill from the corner of my eyes, completely unaware of the fact that my lack of education was getting exposed with every statement. Feeling of elation followed by a chill down the spine when one extra digit on the bill suddenly became visible, and the rain god descended at that point to witness my predicament. My notion about her sanity was clarified when she insisted to take a walk in the rain. However, we reached a mutual consensus with a little help from the waiter “anything else;……. Sir?” We stopped at many places on the way as I was frantically drinking tea just to keep myself alive while she had ice cold thumbs up, yup. Just when I could see a striking similarity between me and a crow sitting on the electric wire, we located her car which was parked in another part of the town for some unknown reasons. I bid adieu and being an eternal pedestrian continued my walk.
I think I have again exceeded an acceptable word count limit. Well the rain has stopped and the sun is somehow trying to come out saying “this is just not happening guys.” I love it when it rains and I usually don’t run for cover if I am on a walk (I shouldn’t get a Nobel Prize for that, I know). Rain washes away all the superfluous feelings that we have and we see everything through uncluttered eyes; it all looks different. Every time the weather forecast says heavy rainfall, we say “holly crap” but when it rumbles in the sky, when the trees sway grotesquely, when the rain god unleashes his wrath, a voice within us says “bring it on dude.”