Same RAIN - I love & I hate

My mobile is set to sing “It’s my life” at 6 AM; me feeling lazy to wake up, press snooze and back to sleep. At 6:15 AM “It’s my life” again. I too reply back to my mobile “yeah it’s my life, now let me sleep” and press snooze. This continue one more time at 6:30 AM, I felt like thank god I am not married yet, else what would happen if my wife nag me like this and in frustration I shout “It’s my life”. But I have to wake up to work for kale kuave and meet many Moti and bhaisan which is our motivations in office.

Eyes are not open yet and I can hear tumbling sound of water on the terrace, trees are whistling and cool breeze. I can sense and feel. It is raining. Very first thought comes to mind is “Oh no, 150 bucks gone in air for auto just like puff from cigarette”. My nephew came dancing and singing because schools have declared holiday due to heavy rains. I complain why companies don’t declare holiday for us too. After all, company pays us and nephew pays to school.

Auto is one of the dangerous rides in city. Autowalas drive as if they are in Formula 1 track. Autowala with large moustache looks more like Local Gunda, Rowdy, and Rascalana. I am sure if this guy clean shaves his face, his wife won’t recognize him. What on earth inspired him for such mammoth style?

Marathon traffic makes me feel far yet nearer to office. Honking, motorcyclist scrolling their way like snake in between, and Masha Allah what to say about cyclist; they will carry cycle on shoulders and walk on jade way. Are they trying to prove that they have a bit element of Shaktiman? Pedestrians walk on road as if road is not road but footpath and other vehicle have to beg literally for way to move forward. And what else to add more agony, we have to see traffic mamu standing and looking Left-Right-Left as if he came here for sight seeing.

20 mins drive from my home to office on bike took almost 1 hour to reach office. “Gud morning Sir, I would be late by 10-15 mins due to rain and traffic.” was message I have typed and sent to my boss who again had forwarded same to his boss without editing. It was like “FYI” game in email; we all do in corporate mail.

Whole day, it was raining heavily. It is not that I have problem of getting wet while going home; actual and real problem is lake, swimming pool, ground water on road and phuwara peechkari of it will create nice design on shirt which guarantees of no colour loss while washing. I will kill Ariel if they come to me and say “Daag Acche Hai” & Surf Excel Blue “Red ko rakhe Red aur blue ko rakhe blue”; what the hell blue shirt is blue when it has brown colour dots design promises to be with you forever. It is not “Diamond Forever” but “Daag Forever”.

Is it I have forgotten the fun, excitement, aroma, masti, raindrops on face, etc which I use to do during my earlier life? This corporate life has made me so practical, materialistic and detached from nature. Corporate has entangled me with certain code of conduct. At end, I miss all that masti in rain. It is same rain I love and I hate.