Raining on my fashion parade
Monsoon is on its peak these days and thanks to Commonwealth Games you will find erupted earth, pitts, traffic jams, coagulating water, khichad etc.entertainment Updated: Aug 29, 2010 01:22 IST
I love the rains! In fact, I have a yellowing, dog-eared diary full of poetic PG13 renditions about the rain. But, I am fast coming to the conclusion that a lot of that love had more to do with the scarcity of rain than a desire for an abundance of it.
As I waded through slush and muck to get to the metro station yesterday, I tried hard to breathe in the ever-so-romanticised geeli mitti ki khushboo. But, ‘bombed out’ CP had nothing to offer. In fact, the more I think about it, this monsoon has been curiously devoid of any poetry-worthy smells and sights.
I’d like to blame it on all the concretisation (w.r.t Commonwealth Games), but I think it also has a lot to do with the fact that these rains have been more of a nuisance than any other in the past 100 years. I swear, the week before last, I thought my feet would wrinkle up permanently at the rate they got wet.
Don’t even ask me how many shoes have been slaughtered at the altar of the rain god. My funky new kolhapuris, brown suede ballerinas, and in my friend Neha’s case, super expensive red velvet ballerinas that were sloshed with kichad before drowning in a puddle.
It’s back to loafers and rolled up jeans for 80 per cent of us — an attire that’s hardly professional and downright “sloppy”, as my mother says. The underground subway in South Extension that connects Part I with Part II, is a lifeline for busy shoppers. On days when it rains incessantly, the lifeline gets flooded; five inches of water on a good day, knee-deep on the worst.
But then, a flooded subway is really nothing compared to ISBT a la Venice. Needless to say, we all watched with shock and horror as a boat rowed past ISBT — a video clip that was repeated endlessly by a hyperventilating news channel that failed to answer the most important question — where on earth did that boat come from?
Since the start of August, everyman and his uncle have been cribbing about the weather, the traffic jams, getting sloshed by speeding psychos, the seepage on walls, stranded metros, the stench of coagulating water and buzzing mosquitoes.