I am having fun of my life here in Pune. It is a wow place. And it gets wower in this season. God knows if I will be here to enjoy the rains or not. But I enjoyed it yesterday.
Oh boy! It was something! The sky was looking furious and determined to electrocute the earth. Earth, on the other hand, listened to all the eat-splitting thunderous shoutings of the sky with her characteristic immovable patience. She was quite used to it. Sky was in one of his rainy moods. She knew it would subside before winters. Well, the ferocity of the sky relented. Soon after their settlement they engaged in a boisterous lovemaking. Ohh it was equally passionate! And much more beautiful! The sky seemed to fall over earth. Thousands of arrows were being shot from above as if to kill anyone who came between them. It reminded me of a particular coital position I saw in Kamasutra. People decided to hide themselves under anything they found closest and let the lovers go berserk and make their tryst out in the open.
This sublime celebration of cosmic love has always fascinated me. It was no exception this time. For me raining is the mother of a thousand desires. The desire to forget oneself and unite with everything desirable around me. It is a season of eating and hmm... mating too as some would say. And it is universal. It is true for plants and trees too. Have you ever noticed them dancing with joy at the beats of raindrops? I have. The whole nature seems to rejuvenate itself. For a moment it forgets the tension of global warming and ozone layer depletion. Even the inanimate objects seem to emote and gyrate confirming the doctrine of animism. Have you seen a dupatta of a beautiful girl swaying with the invisible but impertinent caresses of the flitratious wind? Everything gets playful! Everything is permitted!
The halcyon days of Daraulli are gone and so the days of 'woh kaagaz ki kashti, woh baarish ka paani'. But the spirit is still alive and it is properly pampered now and then. When the whole world was washing itself in the nectar of life-force then how come I stayed stolid? It would have been so un-Abhishekly!
All I did was to urge my arguably equally crazy friend Rajesh to ride in the rains. After initial hitches he agreed perhaps coz he was not fully aware of the fun which awaited us. Well we started and soon he found that he was riding with his eyes closed. It was not only dangerous but plain impossible to keep the eyes opened while sharp needles were thrown without a slightest consideration of the vulnerability of the potential targets. But it didnt matter much coz there was no traffic on the road anyways. And putting on the helmet made us immune to the heavenly fury.
- my father was right when he said that I have become an awara.
- awara hoon, ya gardish mein hoon aasmaan ka taara hoon. yo!!
We saw people, the lesser mortals huh, huddling together under the shades and we hooted at them.
- losers! mediocres!
- crawling louses!
- they crawl in shit.
- and they will keep crawling there.
- come out you morons and get a life.
- they wont. they live like worms and die like worms.
- everyone is not like us.
- honge raaje rajkunwar hum bigde dil shehjaade...mera joota hai japani...
- water has gone into my shoes.
- water has entered into my underwear.
- same here.
- ha ha.
- i wanna be.... your underwear.
- yaar abhi koi mil jaaye yahan.
- aaye haaye. aaja meri gaadi mein baith ja, aaja meri gaadi mein baith ja.
- long drive jaayenge full speed jaayenge kahin rukenge na hum.
- gaana-bajaana khana-peena gaadi mein hoga sanam.
- po po po.
- aaja meri gaadi mein baith ja...
Sometime later...
- yeh dosti hum nahi chodenge...
Much hooting and howling happened in the way. We teased people with our gestures. We did everything which we couldnt have done without the protection and permission of rains.
Hmm... finally time to EAT!! We started with garamgaram Ragda-Puri. Rajesh stood under a tree with his plate.
- main to yahan khaaonga.
- hey, tujhe ek baat pata hai?
- kya?
- is ped pe chidia baithti hai. ha ha.
Before having vada-pao with chai we went to our flat and washed ourselves. I was in O HUMDUM SUNIYO RE mood when Rajesh banged the door of my bathroom. I had left the main door wide open. Well...
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