WHY I LOVE RAINS? :D

Last Monday as I woke up all blurry eyed... I was welcomed with a strange dripping noise. As I was too busy rubbing my eyes and mulling over my last night’s dream, I failed to notice this extremely intriguing sound. Thanks to the buzzing abilities of my best friend, Divs,I mean Divyanshi who is a fantastic substitute for my morning alarm..lol.. I managed to wake up at least at 11. Minus the noise and the dreamy thoughts, I grabbed hold of my cell phone...saw three missed calls of her and suddenly it struck me... “Gosh! I am gonna be dead... 9 was the time”. I rolled my eyes towards that antique clock of mine and it was ticking away leisurely displaying proudly the time = 20 minutes past 11. The clock hanging atop the wall... was staring at me... as if mocking at me and saying... “I rang loudly at 9 to shrug you off your lethargy but you ignored me like anything and turned over the other side of the bed. You deserve waking up so late and missing everything. I am really happy and satisfied now..!!! HUH..!!!” grinning silently to itself...!!!

My nails started quivering... they were waiting to be bitten by me... as I always do when I am nervous... My feet began to shiver... they were waiting to be put to use... as I always do when I am late for my task and I run around helter skelter on the roads of Delhi trying to catch that crowded and stinky bus or scorning at the autowallahs and finally hopping on to either of my life lines.

I felt like killing myself ( What? You asking me whether I bought a dagger or not!!! OMG... I really do not wish to be suicidal... you see... lol..) At that very moment...like an icing on the cake... and to add to my woes... My Dad started “raining” his expert comments on the pros and cons of waking up early in the morning. He took me to an altogether different atmosphere with his talks of jogging, running and walking early morning with fresh air to breathe in and health tips doing the rounds. But it was not all that smooth sailing... the advices were followed by sudden scoldings... and sarcastic statements being thrown at me with the corner of his eyes.

I lay still in my bed like a corpse... afraid that one single movement would ruin everything... But my mind was wandering everywhere... Divs surely gonna be angry at me!! I was supposed to meet her at DU metro station at 9... and I was snoring away to glory with my rockstar floating gently in my dreams ... Oh yeah!! How can I forget that passionate kiss which I shred with him... ummm...It was fabulous... lol.. ahem.. ahem... I mean I need to do some serious thinking about my life... I am such a laziness personified person... I would land myself in trouble one day for these stupid acts of mine... Reaching late everytime... everywhere... I need to change... I have to do something...

By that time, Dad had finished his commentary... with great grit and determination, I stood up from my cozy little warm bed (Aww.. how much I love you sweetheart...lol.. !!!) and I swiped the curtains open and guess what I saw or should I say.. what I heard.

That strange noise made its way through my entire room... buzzed in the whole of my house and brought a huge smile on my face...

IT WAS RAINING CATS AND DOGS.... The weird noise was none other than the dripping rainfall near my window sill... and the picturesque outside was simply worth watching. The green shades of nature, people running for shelter everywhere, the clogged drains which definitely put the MCD to shame, the tiny tots from the slums making the best of these rains and taking a bath after so many months... hmm.. water conservation indeed.. The roaring, thundering black clouds waking up all the lazy people of the earth, including me..lol..!!!

Tring..Tring..Tring..Tring... My phone began to ring.... a message had been received. With a hush... everything came back to me... my shaking fingers slowly punched the keys of my Nokia Cell phone and here came the catch... “Hey Swati, really sorry girl... I just called up to say that it seems impossible for us to meet. So you can sleep well... damn these rains man... I will call you back in the evening. Sorry to disturb you...take care.. sleep tight...!!!”

Man... you still asking me... WHY I LOVE THE RAINS????

MAY RAINS... :)

Dip, dip, dip... drop, drop, drop... Tip, tip, tip... tap, tap, tap... Rains splashing all over, water making its presence felt at every creature on this earth and last but not the least, the capital of the country drenched in absolute rainfall with traffic jams ruling the roost. Wondering what you are reading about? Well, an entrance in the reporting arena... a day which I was eagerly looking forward to with bated breath... a discussion which was (though) a tried and tested issue but still hasn’t totally lost its relevance... 22nd May... this day will remain etched in my memory for a long time to come, not only because it marked my debut in the television world but it was partially spoilt by the unpredictable May Rains.

May Rains... an unheard phenomena which has affected each and every tiny living being here and it was left me somewhat distraught too. Waking up at around 5.30 in the morning is certainly a Herculean task for me. Moreover, taking a bath, getting dressed and to top it all, hear all kinds of naggings from my dad to finish off my half eaten breakfast... It is definitely not a pleasant experience early in the morning. Drawing the curtains, when I looked outside the shady netted windows of my room... the picture looked gruesome and dull. Thundering clouds, crackling noises, wind gathering up to hit a big storm and damp roads... Rains are good unless and until you are all tucked in your bed, with a hot cup of coffee and a big plate of sumptuous pakodas. But driving in the rains, with all kinds of traffic jams waiting to welcome you with open arms... hmmm... not a good deal at all, at any cost.

After much pondering, fuming and fretting, I finally took the plunge, I mean stepped out of my place of safe haven at 7.30 sharp. With my brother at the wheels, I thought of listening to some soothing music to relax my nerves and let my mind wander in some unknown world, away from all the maddening things of MAY RAINS. The drive for first 5-6 kms was pretty smooth... no traffic jams... simple two minutes stoppage times. My positivism reached its height... but, alas at that very moment, it came crashing down when my car stopped at NARIANA intersection for nearly 60 minutes (yeah! You got it right man...Exactly an hours and 1 second). I waited, waited, waited and waited for the car to move forward... prayers, chants, pleas and appeals to the Almighty... it was all happening in the tiny white ZEN... people stared at me wide eyed... as if I was some unknown green vicious monster appealing to God to accept my prayers... preparing my sacrifice and chanting n mumbling under my breath some god-damn verses... They were wondering, that why on earth was I talking and mumbling to my self... probably they were endeavoring to do a course in lip reading... or should I say, interfering and poking their nose in others personal affairs... hmmm... seems so typical of Delhities... (Delhi bashing goes on everywhere)

However, unaware and oblivious of all these disastrous developments happening around me, I continued my sacred service to God. As they, true prayers never go unanswered, the old rugged car began to drag its wheels, energy being fuelled in my Big Bro... pushing the accelerator with an enormous strength.....at a snail’s pace the care moved in the beginning but then at a ferocious speed... my bro put all his efforts in driving as fast as possible. The miniature Delhi roads were virtually transformed into Formula One racing tracks and by 30 minutes I finally managed to arrive at my destination.

Amidst all the water, mud and traffic... I stepped inside the posh Hyatt Regency hotel like a battered and bruised warrior with a never say die attitude, holding aloft my spirits and wearing my enigmatic smile to cover the event.

CHEERS...!!!