“Love to walk in the rain, because no one can see me cry.”- Charlie Chaplin
What an ironic statement from the greatest humorists of the century. Charlie Chaplin! Only someone who understands the worth of a smile or a loud laughter can actually identify the emotions behind the tears.
The rains have already started in both Kolkata and Mumbai (two cities closest to my heart) and that gives me enough inspiration to sit back and write about the monsoons.
Rains have always been linked with some kind of emotions. It makes you feel so nice to sit inside with a cup of coffee and watch the raindrops forming perfect circular marks on the pavement outside your window. At the same time it makes you irritated when a careless, ruthless driver passes you, by throwing all the mud and grimy water on you while you are on your way to school in best formals, it makes you emotional and nostalgic, reminiscent of the childhood days, when we used to jump in the muddy waters in rain splashing water all around. With Mommy calling you inside loudly saying how it would catch you with a fever or cold.
Wow!! I love the rains….and if you’re talking about the Mumbai rains that make headlines every year, it can’t get better than this. There is something so distinct about this city that makes the rains special too. With rains comes huge number of problems in the city, the trains are running late, roads are water logged, etc. etc. But since we all have got to live with this, I think everyone should enjoy the rains than rather complain because there is nothing much we can do about it. With the BMC and MSRTC playing the ‘blame game’ on each other for the poor infrastructure and transport facilities during rains every year, it gets so rhetoric and banal.
Besides, for all those who have offices far off in South Bombay or somewhere farther in the city, always come up with the excuse to their bosses –
“It’s raining bad, don’t think I can make it today”
“Gosh…man you should see this, it’s like a river”.
The school students are often found explaining to their parents –
“It’s raining too much today, none of my classmates will be present, there is no point in going to the school.”
And for the collegeites, well, it’s the romance season for them. They are far to well versed not to tell their parents, but surely calling them from college –
”Its raining cats and dogs, I don’t think I can make it to home.”
Now you see the advantage, well I know that not everybody might feel the same, but rains somehow cheers me up as they make everything look so lovely and serene.
I live in a place, which is full of plush greenery. The bungalow, that I live in, have foliage all around, and if one have to experience the real green colour of nature, visiting my place during the monsoons will fulfil their desire. In the rainy season, around my house, each & every place in vicinity is hued with the multiple shades of green. Even Photoshop might have problems handling those many shades. The roof of my house is tiled, the rhythmic hum of raindrops on the tiles generate a soothing tone, keeping the mind filled with peace. The rhythm of the rain is an essential ingredient to sound sleep for me in the monsoons.
The first rain is a joyous day for each and every part of nature, in a dusty place like Ambarnath the water quenched trees, get a relief on sensing the sign of a arriving rain. Everyday the evening greet the rains, showing of brilliant oranges. It is a lovely scene, worth a view, seeing the dust & cobwebs accrued on the leaves over one year, slowly wash away. On the third or fourth day of rain, the trees beam with pride, showing off their super-shiny leaves.
The marshlands, around the house, attract hundreds of cows and buffaloes, to soothe themselves in the smooth mud.
Along with the buffaloes, come flocks of egrets, feasting on the insects accumulated of the buffalo hides.
Food has a very exceptional association with the monsoons. The very typical Indian khichdi presents a unique taste, and the people who have experienced it would know the taste of khichdi with fried eggs on a rainy night. Along with khichdi, comes the spiced up pakodas, and though they are medically restricted foods during the monsoons, it is still an irresistible temptation.
The rainy season here at Ambarnath and all over Mumbai is a wonderful experience. Once, few years back I took a cosy and comfortable AC bus touring Mumbai and suburbs and what a view I got of the entire city in the rain. While I was in Peddar road it felt like I was in Switzerland (:D hyperbole I know). I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the Bandra Worli Sea link at a rainy night, and there it stood, all proud and shining with its Bajaj lights (haha…saw the ads in paper).
And though it is the most humid and mud-filled season, which is harmful for my Asthama, it still remains my favourite season to experience!!