The heavens are generous again - and the whole city came somewhat close and back to the state of sanity. To assuage my thirst , I walked in the rain. Everything was so calmer than it was before this.
In retrospect, every moment before this graceful shower was a desperate attempt to escape the heat. It irritated our skin, parched our throats and turned us mad. If the cooler / A.C. stopped working for even one minute we started pulling our hair out. The madness rose to such a level that even my mother, who is a such a miser , let the electricity bill slip into oblivion with her and slept with the A.C. on for hours. I spent less time outside, but when I did, I noticed that people were moving slowly, bearing the smothering stench of sweat, bloodshot eyes and deeply tormented skins. Pretty much like a zombie apocalypse came true. Heat affects our minds, it really does. Delhiites are already notorious for effrontery, guess what heat gives them? Madness. People get into quarrels, fights, wars, they need to vent the frustration out. They were angry, at Nature , and it seemed as if they were saying "all right! Last winter we asked for a little warmth but NOT THIS". Delhi sizzled at a pretty 46 ° C , and those who wanted to survive the heat , first turned themselves into incarnations of heat - all red , and angry and merciless and become the heat itself – to overcome it.
I was quite badly affected. Normally every second year , me and my family visit Kerala , a place you ought to be during summers. This time we didn’t due to the “12th standard tension”. It made me go crazy. I hated talking to anybody , I almost missed out each and every “friend meetings and reunions” , and I spent half of my time watching hardcore violence movies. I must say , I turned into a sadistic , irritated and furious person. By the time of June , there wasn’t a single soul in the city , everybody was off for vacations in exotic places and hill stations and where not. It was a very bad time.
My stomach loved the summer, though, especially cold and tasty desserts, light beers, fruit salads and fried fish. Whenever I was outside I made sure that I drank a shikanji after every 25 minutes. And speaking about fashion, the only thing I considered 'trendy', were my sunglasses. Admit it, capris and half sleeved tees suck.
One reason why summer is a spoilsport for Delhiites – erratic water and electricity supply. I bet , if I just had to take a bath after a long day , and then I find that there is no water , and then when I go to sulk in front of the T.V. and the lights went out , I’d ravage whatever and murder whoever is within my reach. It is no wonder why many of Delhi’s crimes take place during the summers. (no offence.) But then , we can’t blame the authorities either – they can’t bring water and electricity out of nowhere! The needs go increasing , because the stinking rich Delhiites will give up even a fortune to 'outlast' this misery (thus , gutting the calm of several hundreds.) It’s a much worse condition for the poor , though. Imagine an afternoon in your home without a tent to cover your wee heads? And to think that even after this , they resiliently go out for work , biting their lips through blisters and sunburns. They suffer the most , and they actually deserve the much awaited shower of rain.
Well the scenario is better now, but wait for some weeks more, and you'll find us poor citizens complaining about the flies and the humid atmosphere. Every climate is extreme in Delhi. Here, Nature is drunk inane, and when we ask for good weather , she's like "You ask for it? You get it, you idiots" and pours it on us, until the atmosphere is glutted, and we're almost dead.
In retrospect, every moment before this graceful shower was a desperate attempt to escape the heat. It irritated our skin, parched our throats and turned us mad. If the cooler / A.C. stopped working for even one minute we started pulling our hair out. The madness rose to such a level that even my mother, who is a such a miser , let the electricity bill slip into oblivion with her and slept with the A.C. on for hours. I spent less time outside, but when I did, I noticed that people were moving slowly, bearing the smothering stench of sweat, bloodshot eyes and deeply tormented skins. Pretty much like a zombie apocalypse came true. Heat affects our minds, it really does. Delhiites are already notorious for effrontery, guess what heat gives them? Madness. People get into quarrels, fights, wars, they need to vent the frustration out. They were angry, at Nature , and it seemed as if they were saying "all right! Last winter we asked for a little warmth but NOT THIS". Delhi sizzled at a pretty 46 ° C , and those who wanted to survive the heat , first turned themselves into incarnations of heat - all red , and angry and merciless and become the heat itself – to overcome it.
I was quite badly affected. Normally every second year , me and my family visit Kerala , a place you ought to be during summers. This time we didn’t due to the “12th standard tension”. It made me go crazy. I hated talking to anybody , I almost missed out each and every “friend meetings and reunions” , and I spent half of my time watching hardcore violence movies. I must say , I turned into a sadistic , irritated and furious person. By the time of June , there wasn’t a single soul in the city , everybody was off for vacations in exotic places and hill stations and where not. It was a very bad time.
My stomach loved the summer, though, especially cold and tasty desserts, light beers, fruit salads and fried fish. Whenever I was outside I made sure that I drank a shikanji after every 25 minutes. And speaking about fashion, the only thing I considered 'trendy', were my sunglasses. Admit it, capris and half sleeved tees suck.
One reason why summer is a spoilsport for Delhiites – erratic water and electricity supply. I bet , if I just had to take a bath after a long day , and then I find that there is no water , and then when I go to sulk in front of the T.V. and the lights went out , I’d ravage whatever and murder whoever is within my reach. It is no wonder why many of Delhi’s crimes take place during the summers. (no offence.) But then , we can’t blame the authorities either – they can’t bring water and electricity out of nowhere! The needs go increasing , because the stinking rich Delhiites will give up even a fortune to 'outlast' this misery (thus , gutting the calm of several hundreds.) It’s a much worse condition for the poor , though. Imagine an afternoon in your home without a tent to cover your wee heads? And to think that even after this , they resiliently go out for work , biting their lips through blisters and sunburns. They suffer the most , and they actually deserve the much awaited shower of rain.
Well the scenario is better now, but wait for some weeks more, and you'll find us poor citizens complaining about the flies and the humid atmosphere. Every climate is extreme in Delhi. Here, Nature is drunk inane, and when we ask for good weather , she's like "You ask for it? You get it, you idiots" and pours it on us, until the atmosphere is glutted, and we're almost dead.
