Rain and drain...

Before the blog moves on with something more subtle and engrossing, digging deeper into The Partition or our own messed up life, I feel like going a bit to the lighter side. And before you feel after reading the title that it is but another description of our primary class' favorite essay topic, I want to tell you that it is not.

So, being in India and not feeling affected by rains is I guess a far fetched sense of 'I- give-a- damn!' attitude. And specially when you live in a not so high-tech, not so downtrodden place like ours ( I currently reside in lucknow ), your dilemma becomes all so acute. I dont know what to feel when I see some good gray clouds gathering around atop my house and locality. Will it be a cool respite or will it be (like almost always) another day when I will have to stay all closed and arrested inside my home...

And please dont form an impression that I am scared of getting drenched. I love rains and the romantic self satisfaction it brings along. All I hate is the after effect of it, and believe me I am really envy of those who dont have to go through the same ordeal.

Rain considers it its birth right to fill every small and big pit on the road and the streets and the tiny narrow ‘gully’ that it catches view of. I feel when it rains, the Rain God comes down riding over the dark clouds with a high resolution microscope ( don’t look with contempt, the heaven and gods have become very high tech, according to the movie- hanuman returns...those who have not watched it , please grab a copy and do it) and finely searches for each and every pothole and orders his transporter to shoot with all known precision . And I dont have to say much, The God almost always wins.

And then I am, so are rest of my locality neighbors, left hip hopping, crisscrossing and jumping to find a way to go around and be saved from stepping over to a God blessed creature( the mighty pit) and be subjected to a curse.
Well that is just a perception. My aim today was not to bring 'gods power in small things' to your notice but some very interesting theory came across today...
And that goes as.. The tiny and huge craters there on almost every road of my city (and most of others) are not bad things. They are playful little 'swimming pools', where the tired soul of the city and some mischievous children, can play around bungee jumping and other sorts of adventurous sports ( I guess that is the reason , lucknow is constantly becoming devoid of good swimming pools, they are available almost everywhere now only in a better shape).

That is not all. In some streets our dear respectable municipal corporations have built on nice bumpy 'speed breakers' (that is the name given to them). They are actually platforms from where if you have quite a good speed you can have a nice good launch and dive with greater force into the water, so that not only you , the other commuters nearby you can also enjoy it. When you come out of it, you will surely have some evidence all over you that you were engaged into some sports today, so that all those people who feel you are quite a lousy one can actually have some eye opener...


So next time you see these pits around anywhere, please do not despise them. They are but for your entertainment , so that the path of life does not become too straight and boring  .