If Rains had a personality, I would describe it using just one word - "Sadistic"
Yesterday, I stepped out of the bus outside SEEPZ's gate number 3, and the rains started. People were waiting under of gate 3's parapet on the inner side. I was already late. And I had my umbrella, so I thought I was protected... Well I was wrong.
By the time I reached office, my jeans had changed colour - from light blue to dark blue. My shirt was full of light and dark patchwork design. And my shoes were full of water. I was wet in the most awkward places - places where the normal everyday rules of water evaporation just did not apply... :( I had to remove my shoes, my socks and even my belt for some time to allow water to escape from such places...
Today, the rains started 5 minutes before I got down the bus. By the time I had reached Gate 3, I was already wet. I had the chance to wait out the heavy rains under Gate 3's parapet. But I thought I was already wet, how much more wet could I get? Well, Rains proved me wrong again.
If wet, wetter and wettest are the 3 degrees of comparison for being wet, then the Rains invented a 4th degree for me today...
As I settle down in office, my friend comes and asks me "What is this I heard about you? Nowadays you are doing Strip-Tease in office?"
I answered him that if removing shoes, socks and belt constituted stripping, then yes, he had heard right...
P.S.: I have written this the way I felt it personally. And I was being my usual, pessimistic, sarcastic self. But, a more level-headed and sane friend of mine sent me the following sobering response to this blog. And when I think this out level-headedly, I agree with him. So I am noting it down here to let is be a part of this blog:
To describe rain as “Sadistic” would be nothing less than cruel. In two words I can say “RESPECT WATER”, because you will realise it’s importance if it no longer exists.
Yesterday, I stepped out of the bus outside SEEPZ's gate number 3, and the rains started. People were waiting under of gate 3's parapet on the inner side. I was already late. And I had my umbrella, so I thought I was protected... Well I was wrong.
By the time I reached office, my jeans had changed colour - from light blue to dark blue. My shirt was full of light and dark patchwork design. And my shoes were full of water. I was wet in the most awkward places - places where the normal everyday rules of water evaporation just did not apply... :( I had to remove my shoes, my socks and even my belt for some time to allow water to escape from such places...
Today, the rains started 5 minutes before I got down the bus. By the time I had reached Gate 3, I was already wet. I had the chance to wait out the heavy rains under Gate 3's parapet. But I thought I was already wet, how much more wet could I get? Well, Rains proved me wrong again.
If wet, wetter and wettest are the 3 degrees of comparison for being wet, then the Rains invented a 4th degree for me today...
As I settle down in office, my friend comes and asks me "What is this I heard about you? Nowadays you are doing Strip-Tease in office?"
I answered him that if removing shoes, socks and belt constituted stripping, then yes, he had heard right...
P.S.: I have written this the way I felt it personally. And I was being my usual, pessimistic, sarcastic self. But, a more level-headed and sane friend of mine sent me the following sobering response to this blog. And when I think this out level-headedly, I agree with him. So I am noting it down here to let is be a part of this blog:
To describe rain as “Sadistic” would be nothing less than cruel. In two words I can say “RESPECT WATER”, because you will realise it’s importance if it no longer exists.
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