Rain Rain, come Again!!!

I wish it would rain.
I know it rained this evening, just a few hours ago.
I wish it would rain again.

Why doesn't it rain?
All that talk about Mumbai rain not stopping for hours when it begins.

Of course the earliest memories of rain I have are from Jammu.
I remember the sound, the smell, the feeling of cold wind that blows along with
rain there. (Wind doesn't blow that much in metro cities. So many buildings, built so close. Where's the room?)


Rain has always made me get out of the routine.
By routine, I mean routine thoughts.
Out of routine thoughts, into the random thoughts.
As if someone has pressed my F5.
I know rain does that for many people.

Back in my school days, I wrote many poems on rain. That is, when I was still writing poetry.

When I came to college, I started shoplifting instead of writing innocent poems. It went on for about 2 months. Some version of kleptomania, I guess. Gift shops, mega marts, some more. And I was good (:p).
Why? I didn't had money? naa. ...  Just the adventure I guess. Which ended as it should have ended. I got caught, how do they say- "red handed".
was slapped, humiliated, my parents were called.
Somehow, I lived.
I sulked for a day or two - and then came the rain.
And I forgot. Remembered the lesson (thankfully), but forgot the incident.

Jalandhar rain was little different - oodles of puddles on roads; lasting sometimes, for as long as a week (puddles, not the rain).


Unlike Hyderabad rain - sweet, quite. And surreptitious too, just like my stay there. Among those days of drizzling downpours and sudden showers, I tried cracking a particular exam, and failed. Just lost the interest mid-way.
I thought many times that I have wasted six months of my college. I could have done great things: made the next facebook, or google or maybe stayed near college and helped make our own, but better version of 'Shaastra'.
I guess "great expectations" are never meant to be met. Mr. Charles Dickens told us that long time ago.

Ah, some thunderclaps here. Hmmmm.....
I guess someone up there has received my ping.
Come on! Give me some rain! And after that, give me some more rain, again!

Oh yes, Chandigarh rain. How could I forget?
I have been there frequent enough to get drenched once or twice.
City clean enough not to have litter coming onto roads, and roads broad enough to let the "on-foot" people walk without getting soaked by the splatter of "on-wheels" people.
Who would want to get out in a car on a rainy day - if given a choice.
(By the way, hasn't someone ever seen a car as a glorified wheelchair? i mean wheels..., and chairs....., right?)

Delhi rain. Ya, I saw that too. Though don't remember much; long time no see.
All I remember is people's relief when it cooled the temperature.
And just after a few hours - they would start complaining: humidity returning with a vengeance; underpasses getting flooded; Yamuna(s), both real and fake (i mean gutters) pouring their contents onto the roads.
And whoever has ever seen the 'contents', knows it's not a pretty sight.



So, Jammu - Jalandhar - Hyderabad -  New Delhi - Chandigarh - Mumbai. Most beautiful rain of my life?

That is yet to come! :)

P.S: Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
P.S. part 2: Yes! Tomato is a fruit!