Its that time of the year again. The time when whole of mumbai celebrates the annual boating festival right in our lanes and galis. Its the monsoon! Its the only time when the BMC is cursed more than the congress. The time when our city turns into a battleground for the motorists and the potholes. Isn't it ridiculous that a city which never sleeps,is one the major metropolitans and survives terror attacks, gets so easily defeated by a bunch of potholes and clogged tracks?
The most interesting part of the monsoons is the varied reactions that it get from all over our city.The first showers elicits a joyful response. The sweet smell of wet mud, coupled with the spicy smell of hot pakoras.
The letting go of yourself and getting drenched in the rain. The young couples sharing an umbrella, children dancing in the rain. The utter beauty in the surroundings and the joy in peoples eyes. The first shower trends on twitter and receives prime space in dailies. The old barsaat songs are played on repeat. Its safe to say that every mumbaikar enjoys this time.But like the buzz kill wise owl has said"This too shall pass" and it does.
The true sense of what we are in for comes when you step out of your house and into the trains, roads and pretty much every means of transport available in the city.People prepare for the monsoon like its the onslaught of the apocalypse.The lifeline of mumbai crashes, and so does the tempers of many. The sweet smell of mud doesn't seem so sweet when you are scraping it off your good clothes, the old songs don't seem so melodious when you are stuck in 3 hour traffic jams. Wading through water praying that you don't fall through an open manhole. Monsoon is nothing less than an adventure sport!
But who can deny that the monsoons are a season of joy..after all"yeh barsaat ka mausam hai suhana".
The most interesting part of the monsoons is the varied reactions that it get from all over our city.The first showers elicits a joyful response. The sweet smell of wet mud, coupled with the spicy smell of hot pakoras.
The letting go of yourself and getting drenched in the rain. The young couples sharing an umbrella, children dancing in the rain. The utter beauty in the surroundings and the joy in peoples eyes. The first shower trends on twitter and receives prime space in dailies. The old barsaat songs are played on repeat. Its safe to say that every mumbaikar enjoys this time.But like the buzz kill wise owl has said"This too shall pass" and it does.
The true sense of what we are in for comes when you step out of your house and into the trains, roads and pretty much every means of transport available in the city.People prepare for the monsoon like its the onslaught of the apocalypse.The lifeline of mumbai crashes, and so does the tempers of many. The sweet smell of mud doesn't seem so sweet when you are scraping it off your good clothes, the old songs don't seem so melodious when you are stuck in 3 hour traffic jams. Wading through water praying that you don't fall through an open manhole. Monsoon is nothing less than an adventure sport!
But who can deny that the monsoons are a season of joy..after all"yeh barsaat ka mausam hai suhana".
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