Thoughts On A Hot Summer Day
It was hot. And not just any normal level of hot that you've managed to believe it might have been. It was to put in prettier lexical terms - sweltering, decaying, broiling, and perspiring.And it was just April. May was yet to come.
As another ginormous vehicle sluggishly but deliberately cut in front, splashing precious water from an orifice located on top like a whale in the ocean, it was decided that a prodigious traffic jam was inevitable.
Dehydrated.
One more term to describe this April. It began slowly at first. The taps would start protesting by 9 am. An ominous cry would emanate from the other end, wailing into the bathroom, echoing off the walls in protest to being asked to procure something they no longer had. One does not accept defeat in such scenarios, The taps are twisted in clockwise and anti clockwise directions, pausing in between when fervent prayers are sent through the foamy deposit of lather on their face.
Dehydrated oddly meant that even stores ran out of beer faster than it takes to gulp a pint. I say oddly since alcohol is meant to make you dehydrated, to call oneself dehydrated for the lack of it is a misnomer. But this city survives on beer, so we shall go with the term for sentimental purposes.
It rained one evening. Oh it rained. If you saw what was happening outside and then looked up Google to describe that phenomenon, the word you'd get is drizzle. A drizzle is a form of pity rain that is sent to us by the Gods when our whining reaches levels that they grow intolerant of. It's a lollipop one gives to their kid who is bawling at the mall, by the video games aisle. A drizzle is only welcome as a precursor to or the final notes of, a heavy & melodious downpour. On it's own, it holds no significance and is just a waste of a word.
People are seldom quick to catch on. 1-2 degrees higher each year meant nothing. The idea of total water depletion is shelved quite naturally in the farther corners of one's mind, which is only dug up in company when society requires an enthusiastic & intellectual response to global warming, preferably in an air-conditioned room, with beer.
The 'It-wont-happen-to-me' train of thoughts will not be derailed this easily.
For a nation that attributes an almost divine significance to procreation, it is puzzling to note how little we have saved of the tasty pie for them. Probably this generation is going to die of diabetes anyway.
Boy, I can't wait for May!
As another ginormous vehicle sluggishly but deliberately cut in front, splashing precious water from an orifice located on top like a whale in the ocean, it was decided that a prodigious traffic jam was inevitable.
Dehydrated.
One more term to describe this April. It began slowly at first. The taps would start protesting by 9 am. An ominous cry would emanate from the other end, wailing into the bathroom, echoing off the walls in protest to being asked to procure something they no longer had. One does not accept defeat in such scenarios, The taps are twisted in clockwise and anti clockwise directions, pausing in between when fervent prayers are sent through the foamy deposit of lather on their face.
Dehydrated oddly meant that even stores ran out of beer faster than it takes to gulp a pint. I say oddly since alcohol is meant to make you dehydrated, to call oneself dehydrated for the lack of it is a misnomer. But this city survives on beer, so we shall go with the term for sentimental purposes.
It rained one evening. Oh it rained. If you saw what was happening outside and then looked up Google to describe that phenomenon, the word you'd get is drizzle. A drizzle is a form of pity rain that is sent to us by the Gods when our whining reaches levels that they grow intolerant of. It's a lollipop one gives to their kid who is bawling at the mall, by the video games aisle. A drizzle is only welcome as a precursor to or the final notes of, a heavy & melodious downpour. On it's own, it holds no significance and is just a waste of a word.
People are seldom quick to catch on. 1-2 degrees higher each year meant nothing. The idea of total water depletion is shelved quite naturally in the farther corners of one's mind, which is only dug up in company when society requires an enthusiastic & intellectual response to global warming, preferably in an air-conditioned room, with beer.
The 'It-wont-happen-to-me' train of thoughts will not be derailed this easily.
For a nation that attributes an almost divine significance to procreation, it is puzzling to note how little we have saved of the tasty pie for them. Probably this generation is going to die of diabetes anyway.
Boy, I can't wait for May!
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