Tip Tip Barsa Paani !

Its raining in this part of the town and its beautiful weather out here. Just heard some collegues calling up their respective biwis to get ready with bread pakoras and tea as their  petu loving husbands leave for home. Sigh! I wish I was a guy !!!! (More on that later)

Rain is beautiful and messy and a major phenomenon. The emotions it can evoke and provoke are numerous.

The cool breeze and the lightening and the sound of leaves makes the love birds too mushy and romantic. The ones like me who like a mortal feel too cold and shivery and scared in torrential downpour are branded as wierdos for life! 

   I am sure the rain-Gods have Television/cinema to thank for too...none can deny the lesson we hv been taught by uncountable rain songs/scenes (controversial or not ;) )) that.. RAINS.ARE.ROMANTIC!!!

   Another ingredient to be added in the recipe of rain-romance is "the expected absence of not-in-love normal people from the streets". Who cares about the old strict prof now who is busy covering his car and controlling his kids. Who cares about the irritating guards who keep popping from every damn place otherwise and now are quietly settled with a cup of team in some far corner.  Yay! Not to mention the unending sync-up phone calls frm family which are quietened now "Mummyyyyyy, Im stuck in rain na. I ll be late.Ok, Byeee!!". Double yay.. :)

       There is something in rain for people in every phase of relationships. The new love buds (as described above) want nothing but rain, the stable ones can reminise about the past rains and the fresh broken up ones (alas!) can think/hum/relate to our philmy stars yet again. Thanks for the teary-eyed rain songs .http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Gkb_5BqUhY

The droplets of water from heaven seem to work wonders for the artists who pen down huge volumes/sketch/compose in this awesome weather. 

For the dry areas, it literally bring back life to the villages!

And dont even get me started on the school days.. "Rainy day" == holiday due to heavy heavy rains was blissful. Back at home in company of TV and Mommy-made dishes, life was beautiful! (I miss home :( ) Floating paper-boats with all sorts of insects as passengers in it .. lolz.

And the trendy raincoats.. they were a rage. Another one, a chance to wear sports-shoes in school - "Maam, my school shoes got wet yday!" with little puppy eyes towards the teacher and a wide grin and wink towards the fellow classmates. Recess period inside the classes and corridor.. all hell broke lose with aluminium foil balls and guys running after girls with lizards! Boys will be boys.

Amongst all this fun and magic, there are big and small perils too.

If on a two-wheeler, I used to hate all the four wheller ppl who sat immune to the water pelting down.

For a lady who just hung a huge pile of clothes out to dry, the clouds deserve all the curses. 

For the kids who cant play in the parks for days together, its a bane. 

And when we lose out on a cricket match , thanks to the brilliant Duckworth Lewis system-RAIN.IS.EVIL!

Most of all, rain is the worst when it washes of the tattered and weak slum dwellings, leaves people shivering who neither have the luxury of warm clothing nor a brick house. 

Falls down on the fields and crops which dont want a drop of it, and brings life to a halt.

Forces ppl to suicide for the debts are too heavy. 

Plays around all our GDP and fiscal policy figures with just a little bad timing. 

So dear rain, come down with a plan.

Not just the romantics, you serve the entire clan.

Dont wash away houses, soil and grain

Then, you ll be just good to fill the drain!

Bring along life, joy and respite

Make the unfortunates' smile, not just the elite :)