Rainy day people

And a few rainy day observations:

 

There are those who wake up on a rain-soaked day, jump into the shower, gulp their coffee on the run, kiss the wife good bye and drive like demons to work.

 

And there are others who take one look at the dark sky, shiver, turn over in their bed and go right back to sleep.

 

And both types belong to Mumbai.

 

There are those who languish for hours in trains, then hike up their saris and trousers, unfurl their umbrellas, scramble on to the tracks and walk all the way to work; and there are others who deliberately drive slowly, listening to Tracy Chapman on their headphones, enjoying the metronome of their wipers, and both types belong to Mumbai.

 

There are those whose biggest fear is that they will lose a day’s income if they can’t hawk their wares because of the rain, and there are those whose biggest fear is that the pizza man will not deliver.

 

And both types belong to Mumbai.

 

There are those who welcome the rain, climb onto their terraces to watch the high drama of the sea and sky, and there are those who huddle indoors with hot tea and buttered toast. And both types belong to Mumbai

 

There are those who drive down to Khandala to eat pakoras, and those who refuse to venture out even to the neighbourhood coffee shop. And both types belong to Mumbai

 

There are children who have to be forced to go to school, and others who can’t wait to get there on a rainy day.

 

There are those who weather all odds to get to work, and others who use the rains as a convenient excuse to lie in.

 

And both types belong to Mumbai

 

And finally, there those for whom the rains are a turn on and others for whom the rain is a dampener.

 

Which type are you?