And like the header goes, I feel smart.
For reasons manifold, weather god and I could never negotiate a deal, until today! So first thing I am going to do is raise a toast to our first-ever understanding!
To those who haven’t yet figured out, I am referring to the perfect synchronisation of my clothes and rain. Einstein neurons managed to get activated (oh yes, I believe I have one-two of them) and after I slipped into my light denim jeans, they vigorously fought with my laziness quotient to convince my mind to change into something shorter. My first pick was a rather ragged cotton skirt. (No, it was not white, luckily!) Suffering from a restricted shoe wardrobe, (due to space and unbelievable amount of shoe-bites) I decided to wear the ugliest of footwear I possess, the floaters.
What I still can’t get to believing was WHY and WHAT made me take my raincoat, the garment I always keep close to me when it doesn’t rain and fail to find during torrential rain! (And this news has to be refrained from getting till my mother’s ears, who has invested utmost trust that the raincoat she bought for me, after my vigorous rounds of selection and trial, (and her wait) would serve and replace the purpose of the umbrella.)
Why I don’t use the umbrella is another story which I shall venture at another point in time. For now, we shall concentrate over my abruptly activated smartness DNA.
So it rained and I had in place, all resources I required to combat it. The road that I have to tread during rains particularly is a picture of mini Sunder bans minus the tigers. If it weren’t for Delhi, a non-port city, I am sure boatmen would have come flocking to render transportation services in this locality. Imagine getting up to view from your balconies boatmen selling vegetables. Venice-like? Uh-umm, let’s move on!
While most people were stuck with their fruitless negotiations and deals with Rain God, I began my walk back post the rain on the otherwise evidently visible tar-substance. There was, only mud and water and dirt and (no, no fish or tadpoles!) slime. On my way, my only fear were (since I was, like I have highlighted my smartness for the zillionth time now, well equipped to deal with rain and mud) the ruthless owners of mechanically driven wheels who on such days sit callously inside their metal guarded regions and sadistically splash water on poor venturers like me.
However, fortune favoured the brave (and that is me here!) and I, on witnessing the enemy tank advance through knee deep water, post my long-jump towards the no-water-region above the road, to my utmost surprise, saw him smiling at me with genuinely philanthropist intentions!
Back to my room, to my utmost delight, (combined with an ounce of ‘unintentional’ sadism) I saw, my wise roommate, who acted otherwise today, came back drenched, with sticky jeans, slime, mud and yuck.
So, refusing to acknowledge any other reason and believing there ought to be ONE day I should rejoice the above established idea, I was smart.
:D
