Some morbidly obese clouds burst over one of India’s hill states and the administration, pilgrims and locals were caught unawares. Even gods sitting in their temples in the mountains had to drown in the flow for what can only be described as the cause of the greater bad. The floods didn’t spare anyone gods, demi-gods, pilgrims, locals, atheists, agnostics, fundamentalists, doctors, Nazis and in the frustration and anger of rescue efforts many people vent it out on an IAS officer. So the rain was all over the news and roads around me. That didn’t mean I was going to shelve my plan to come to Delhi, me escape from everything including the words heavy and rain.
On moving to delhi I realized rain was still in the air. I could easily tell it by the way my clothes stuck to my body as if they got separated they will reunite only at the next kumbh mela 12 years on. Few intermittent afternoon showers made the humidity worse. The relief was that air-conditioning was a common thing at coaching institutes and the metro, which was the preffered mode of transport in delhi. So I was relieved when I boarded the metro in the evening after studying the Indo-Pak relations for 900th time.
It was a cool metro ride with lots of strangers riding in your personal space and tens waiting to invade it even further not willing to wait for the next train that comes just after 2 minutes. After the initial mental hullaloo of boarding the wrong train and jumping out just before the door closes automatically just to realize it was indeed the right one. Station names making you head spin with city centres all around sprinkled with baghs, gardens and chowks, places with more variety of names than chaminda vaas’s full name. Groups of young people breaking the silence enforced by earphones plugged into giant nuclear Chernobyl phones that are bigger than my graduation and post graduation notebooks combined. Lots of pretty faces, smooth legs and hideous colour pants varying from shit after eating broccoli and a 3 day old puke.
My destination metro station arrived and I wanted to deboard soon and get to do some chores you do when you move to a new city. The underground station seemed to be having a festival sale of some kind towards the exits. The crowd was sitting and standing on the stairs leading to the exit in some sort of a trance. They were looking outside expectantly like waiting to see a half naked , queer eyed, salwar-kameez wearing, black money smelling and anti-MNC baba do a stomach churn that will give you acidity by just looking at it.
The congregation at the not so pearly gates was because it was raining outside, not just the normal rain but it was a strange rain that was coming from all directions left. Right , front, behind, a bit from the sky and some even from below. The showers from each direction were in a violent mood and were trying to clash into each other and they reminded me of the clash of allies and axis powers in the great war. After some time , I even saw a few Jews flying around and axis showers hitting them into buildings. On second thought that was probably just after I tried to step out and got hit on the head by a shower coming from London.
The crowd under the concentration camp shed was growing steadily. Every few minutes some interns would venture out with their shower proof umbrella weapons but were hit by U-boats (german submarines) sending aqua bombs from left, right and below. All new interns coming in were wounded wet with the degree of wetness of a mountain pilgrim. The rain war seemed to be heading to a stalemate as the wind (US) was unsure of which side it was supporting or even participating at all. I thought this would be the best chance to make a brave exit.
I took the chance and covered all of the 50 feet distance without getting too wet. I headed straight for an automatic 3-tired rain shadow machine- The Auto rickshaw. Little did I know that it was just a trap. All the operators of these machines refused to operate their machines in this terror filled atmosphere as they had already been bitten when their machines had stalled because water had made way into their gas burning chambers. The rain had came back with a vengeance. The upper part of the rain became so aggressive and now it had the support from the wind. The central axis powers were almost obliterated.
Then out of the waters of the North Sea came an auto just like the opening of the second front at Normandy, it brought with it hope to the people caught in the crossfire. We started towards our destination and the scenes of waterlogging caused by the war were right in front and below me. The water level was knee high for most people and most people were visibly pissed off making me think that is not helping, is it? Some little people were oblivious to the lack of hope around and were busy practicing their swimming and synchro skills giving a lot of hope to me and other people around that all was not lost. After wading through various roads with water level almost always above the floor of the auto we reached my drop off point.
The residents of my friends rented apartment where I was going to stay were busy drying their mattresses and reinforcing their defenses after water had breached through from the windows and the air conditioner. I didn’t try to help them and went straight to towel myself and a change of clothes while looking out the window I thought a grand welcome to the capital is fine but a simple thunderous applause would have been enough. These histrionics were a bit too much. :):)