Maybe tomorrow.....

Sixth day after hell broke loose.
Sixth day after gutters entered your drawing room.
Sixth day after you and me waded through the dirty water.

Time :9.30 p.m.
Venue : Railway station.

Me, waiting for my sister...observing the people around (I cant help but notice people around me. Just do not have the ability to shut myself from the people around me).

I see : A Family. Mother in white shirt and jeans (calm disposition) . 2 kids and rather flamboyantly dressed father (a wannabe shirt with the digit 58 on his butt pocket..What the hell was he thinking!!) busy emptying the unwanted contents on the railway platform..Nonchalantly.
The tiny pieces of paper are thrown as if they belong there. There is no guilt, no remorse, not even the embarrassment of being "seen".

I do : Call him "b******" and all the other unmentionables I could think of .
I pick up the pieces of paper and throw them in the dustbin (I am very filmy,you see),while no. 58 goes red in the face, wife is shocked and the kids stare.

The former under my breath.
The latter in my imagination.

The moment passes. My sister comes along and we walk to the bus-stop, discussing our respective days.

The rains must be (at least partly clogging) because no. 58s litter public places and cowards like me just stand and swear noiselessly.

Don't know why no. 58s cannot see the connection?
Don't know what stops me from showing it to them?
Why won't same people dare spit/litter when they go to "phoren"?
I am no Medha Patkar, but the station and the road is mine too.
Maybe tomorrow... I will get hold of my voice.

This is for the person who finds the idea of me writing a blog laughable..
Laugh at your own peril..... :)

3rd day of turbulent rains in Mumbai......2nd day of weather induced sabbatical.

The pattern stays the same..Whether you are in school/college/working..

• Wake up with the alarm, adjust your glasses and stare out of the window to gauge the ferocity of the rain just to get a clear verdict. (hoping that its either raining cats and dogs OR its bright and sunny...I am not a fan of the in-betweens).
• Meanwhile, the back of the mind is working out the details for 3 different sets of office clothing: for monstrous (shorts and t-shirt with a change in the bag)/heavy (trousers-shirt)/moderate rains (salwar kameez)respectively.
• Rush out, switch on the T.V to check out what the "sanvad-datas" have to say.
• Call up the guys at work to check out who is going and who is not, all the while hoping that no one is going just to make you feel less guilty (its past your regular bath-time by now and you are already a little lazy by now).
• 3 are not going but the boss is + another one. So its 3 vs 1 + boss. But the boss has asked us to take the call and decide.. I take the call (I am not going!!!!!)

Hehehehehehehehehehe...

After 26/7 and the walk through waist-high gutter water, I am not exactly looking out for a rain-soaked adventure on the Mumbai streets. Heard about people going through so much more. The rains in Mumbai were always equivalent with fun, minor diseases, dirty toes and muddy feet and a trifle incovinience. It was the time when you put your best stuff stashed away, got out the clothes that you wanted to dispose,bought yourself a pair of ugly but sturdy shoes, armed yourself with an umbrella..and voila you were ready to march ahead.

But I am scared after that Tuesday ..and I don't want to experience it again. Am sure its not as bad as that day.. but its better to err on the side of caution.

So plan for today...

• Continuously call that foolhardy brother of mine who has ventured out to Bandra to peel potatoes (He is a trainee at Olive's and I really DO not understand this sudden spurt of dedication).
• Spend a good 30 mins in applying a hair-pack (castor-oil,olive oil,almond oil and egg) to my dead,mousy and worse, thinning hair.
• Spend another 60 minutes trying to take it off
• Catch a movie on T.V. don't mind the inane Jeetendra-Rekha-Sreedevi stuff either. Find them amazingly destressing... tohfa..tohfa..laya..laya :D

Meanwhile hum along...

Dekho baarish ho rahi hai..

Its raining..Its raining..Its raining..

Mera Dil ro raha hai..

My heart is paining..is paining..is paining...

Tere Liye..Tere liye..Tere liye..Tere liye

I love this song.. no seriously ;)