It rained last night… hurrah!!
This year the heat has been ABSOLUTE TORTURE..Many people, self included, resorted to spending as much as time as we could in air-conditioning for the first time. Otherwise I hate AC and used to put cardboard strips on the AC vents in my cabin- so that it used to be hotter than rest of the office and people would start sweating 5 minutes into meetings.
I am not a cold weather girl- though the my most favourite places are in Himalayas. But there you accept things and bundle up and the surroundings more than make up for the bad weather. I am batshit crazy about Scandinavia but when I travelled there- the cold numbed my bones. It is so unnatural for people to live in that kind of cold. Really. It is OK for Polar bears and Saint Bernards- but for us humans with no fur or fat pockets- it simply makes no sense to me that civilisation flourished in northern hemisphere.
So I don’t really mind the heat. In fact I love it. I even love the blaring sun. It just makes things so blindingly alive. I don’t mind sweating, tanning or feeling light-headed from heat. I like Mumbai summer.
But this time Mumbai was punishing. It was that suffocating, oppressive, draining heat mixed with humidity that really punctured me and almost everyone. It was virtually 12-14 hours of AC at home and I felt entitled and guilty. But not enough to switch it off!! And so I conveniently blamed it on the dog and husband.
Dog hated it. He would stand in the middle of the room and stare at me and his tongue lolling for about a metre on the ground, panting like a zuk-zuk-zuk train, till I switched the AC on. The starting sound of the AC would make him sigh loudly, sit on the floor with relief and then he would sleep curled up for hours on end. Husband sweated and changed shirts every few hours . And he stank- especially when after his tennis sessions. And not the sexy, musky smell of slightly sweaty man- but the full blown fainting stink that makes one breathe out of one’s mouth.
We welcomed the news that Monsoon reached Andamans on 17th May. Friends from Kerla told us that it started raining heavily from beginning of June. 2 days before brother’s wedding there were rainstorms in my hometown. Which gave rise to panic- because we would need to shift the lawn venue to a hall and already there were arrangement and what the fuck is wrong with this rainstorm in MAY?????. My father spent all his time going out and coming in cursing at the dark clouds and brother for not getting married in April or better in December.
In Mumbai- the dark clouds teased us every day for last 2 weeks. There were clouds and there was no air, not a single drop. Then to make matters worse- it drizzled in many part of Mumbai but here- the place next to SG National Park- where it rains the hardest otherwise.
Every day we would wake up and look at the sky and predict rain. Every night we would talk about how it was raining in this city and that but not Mumbai- city known for madcap rain.
Because see- Mumbaikars love monsoon. People like me, who have walked in chest deep water on that fateful 26th July flood or have suffered countless waterclogged roads and falling in manholes and all- still love monsoon. Because Mumbai monsoon is a drama, an epic and a sensuous experience which is not for the faint-hearted. It beats you in shape and makes you bow down to nature which is unusual for this city.
So yes, it rained last night. And today the sky is clear of clouds. But it is Friday the 13th and it is just one day left for the official debut date of Monsoon 2014.
Hope hope hope…