Monsoon – A Season To Watch The Grass Grow
People often say monsoon brings life – in a number of ways too. Life sprouts from a seed that had started believing that it was a mere grain of sand like thousands around it. Monsoon gives life to the hopes of a farmer who was contemplating suicide. It’s the breeding season for most animals. It’s also said that rains inspire many a poets and artists.
However, I am neither of the above. I am a common man who doesn’t like undue challenges in his day-to-day life. I don’t like the challenge of wading my bicycle through 1 foot of clogged water. Neither do I like the prospect of getting drenched while reaching office on my non-motored 2-wheeler. I hate it when I have to be extra cautious to avoid getting hit by other motorists who randomly cut lanes in order to avoid the puddles. Of course, the concept of lane discipline is foreign to us; it is something that is followed in foreign countries.
Since I don’t stay in Mumbai, I don’t have the option of relying on public transport. Auto-rickshaws cannot be counted as public transport. The only option left is walking. I don’t mind that too. When it wasn’t raining and when my bicycle was still to be moved to Pune, I used to walk to office rather than depend on PMT (public transport) buses here. But the state of roads and puddles at every step cut out that option too during the rainy season.
The second reason I don’t like monsoon is the host of diseases that it brings along. I wouldn’t have mind letting a few viruses reside in my body. But viruses are like human beings; they can’t live in harmony with their environment. They multiple and spread until they exhaust all the resources and in general cause a lot of harm to the environment they live in. The comparison is adapted from the movie ‘Matrix’ wherein the comparison is the other way round. The rains generally bring infections of the respiratory and digestive track.
Thirdly the rains interfere with my love life. No, it’s not about loving a person but about pursuing things that you love in life, namely my outdoor activities. Outdoor activities hadn’t really started for me here in Pune. Only two days ago I had started going to a gym and today, the 3rd of July, I had to miss my gym since it was raining heavily. Even in Bangalore, I had faced similar situations with my cricket nets or tennis sessions getting cancelled on account of rains.
I guess the monsoons are good for people who have nothing to do in life. Like the seed idling away in the soil or poets blankly staring in the void or the animals for whom procreation is the best form of recreation. People who have something more worthwhile to do in life have to bear the agony of having to watch the grass grow as they are put under house arrest by the downpour.
(written - 3rd July' 06)
However, I am neither of the above. I am a common man who doesn’t like undue challenges in his day-to-day life. I don’t like the challenge of wading my bicycle through 1 foot of clogged water. Neither do I like the prospect of getting drenched while reaching office on my non-motored 2-wheeler. I hate it when I have to be extra cautious to avoid getting hit by other motorists who randomly cut lanes in order to avoid the puddles. Of course, the concept of lane discipline is foreign to us; it is something that is followed in foreign countries.
Since I don’t stay in Mumbai, I don’t have the option of relying on public transport. Auto-rickshaws cannot be counted as public transport. The only option left is walking. I don’t mind that too. When it wasn’t raining and when my bicycle was still to be moved to Pune, I used to walk to office rather than depend on PMT (public transport) buses here. But the state of roads and puddles at every step cut out that option too during the rainy season.
The second reason I don’t like monsoon is the host of diseases that it brings along. I wouldn’t have mind letting a few viruses reside in my body. But viruses are like human beings; they can’t live in harmony with their environment. They multiple and spread until they exhaust all the resources and in general cause a lot of harm to the environment they live in. The comparison is adapted from the movie ‘Matrix’ wherein the comparison is the other way round. The rains generally bring infections of the respiratory and digestive track.
Thirdly the rains interfere with my love life. No, it’s not about loving a person but about pursuing things that you love in life, namely my outdoor activities. Outdoor activities hadn’t really started for me here in Pune. Only two days ago I had started going to a gym and today, the 3rd of July, I had to miss my gym since it was raining heavily. Even in Bangalore, I had faced similar situations with my cricket nets or tennis sessions getting cancelled on account of rains.
I guess the monsoons are good for people who have nothing to do in life. Like the seed idling away in the soil or poets blankly staring in the void or the animals for whom procreation is the best form of recreation. People who have something more worthwhile to do in life have to bear the agony of having to watch the grass grow as they are put under house arrest by the downpour.
(written - 3rd July' 06)
posted by chega at 9:23 am
1 Comments:
One more --> Although some showers are refreshing, heavy downpour sets in a gloomy mood around everywhere. Its a general depressing feeling.
-=Sunboy !!
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