Date: 03.07.2007
Time: 6:55 p.m.
Pitter-patter-pitter-patter … drip-drop-drip-drop-drip-drop … and then, there was a flood. Torrents rushed down in a frenzy from the broken sky. The earth was splattered with the tears that the heavens wept in fervent drops. The sound gradually transformed into a constant rhythmic droning … and I slipped away into my world of dreams.
It was a rather sleepy start to the day — I got up with a headache, trying to prep myself up for another day of college, with my conscience and my senses offering conflicting opinions for support. It was still pouring torrents outside, and I hadn’t the chance to step out privately and soak in the rain. Sighing, as I proceeded towards getting my things ready, my father let it be known that there was not a chance in heaven or hell that I’d be able to make it to the first class. Still feeling slightly out of things, it took a while for this fact to register. I decided to wait it out and watch and spend time strumming my guitar.
The deluge continued and reports of the entire city being literally swept away were being aired on all the local news channels while I was strumming ‘Make Me a Channel of your Peace’. Happily, I was soon notified that my college had decided against attempting blasphemy against the enraged elements. And so, I spent what was left of the morning discussing the nature and benefits of the water-cycle with my friends who were online at the same time.
In the afternoon, I decided that I was in the mood for braving the flooded streets all around and attending a ‘celebration’. Having come as close to my destination as possible on public transport, I rolled up my jeans and, quite literally, took the plunge. And then began the adventure…
A walk of fifteen minutes usually involves the partaker feeling refreshed from indulging in a healthy exercise. In this case, however, it involved me wading my way through a long stretch of road submerged in knee-deep water. On my way, I met quite an interesting array of items floating about in the murky waters. Numerous leaves that had died an untimely death found their way between the soles of my feet and the bottom of my shoes. I came across a solitary marigold floating around solemnly — the sole survivor of a proud clan of mighty warriors. An onion bulb came by and said hello and I also chanced upon a dead rat, which looked sorrier than the one I had dissected last year. The last bit of jetsam and flotsam to greet me was a battle-weary cockroach floating away dejectedly. I decided to move as though I were roller-skating to hasten my approach and to my satisfaction, I found that I could soon see the shores … and then, I finally stepped on dry land after spending ages away at sea.
On reaching my destination, I found myself acting quite contrary to my nature and actually indulging in ‘socialising’. (“What is the world coming to?”) Finally, after consuming large proportions of a drink that promises to only quench thirst and do nothing else, along with chunks of chocolate cake, I parted ways with my company and walked back to the site where my marathon began.
On reaching home with ‘cold feet’, I experimented on a ‘foot bath’, which felt scalding and freezing at the same time. My feet have now developed a pinkish brown hue which looks very strange indeed.
It has started raining again … and I am trying to fight the urge to rush outside and get drenched. Somehow I can’t help but wish that tomorrow is another such rainy day and that I get to spend most of it watching the rain trickling down the window panes.
End: 7:45 p.m.
Time: 6:55 p.m.
Pitter-patter-pitter-patter … drip-drop-drip-drop-drip-drop … and then, there was a flood. Torrents rushed down in a frenzy from the broken sky. The earth was splattered with the tears that the heavens wept in fervent drops. The sound gradually transformed into a constant rhythmic droning … and I slipped away into my world of dreams.
It was a rather sleepy start to the day — I got up with a headache, trying to prep myself up for another day of college, with my conscience and my senses offering conflicting opinions for support. It was still pouring torrents outside, and I hadn’t the chance to step out privately and soak in the rain. Sighing, as I proceeded towards getting my things ready, my father let it be known that there was not a chance in heaven or hell that I’d be able to make it to the first class. Still feeling slightly out of things, it took a while for this fact to register. I decided to wait it out and watch and spend time strumming my guitar.
The deluge continued and reports of the entire city being literally swept away were being aired on all the local news channels while I was strumming ‘Make Me a Channel of your Peace’. Happily, I was soon notified that my college had decided against attempting blasphemy against the enraged elements. And so, I spent what was left of the morning discussing the nature and benefits of the water-cycle with my friends who were online at the same time.
In the afternoon, I decided that I was in the mood for braving the flooded streets all around and attending a ‘celebration’. Having come as close to my destination as possible on public transport, I rolled up my jeans and, quite literally, took the plunge. And then began the adventure…
A walk of fifteen minutes usually involves the partaker feeling refreshed from indulging in a healthy exercise. In this case, however, it involved me wading my way through a long stretch of road submerged in knee-deep water. On my way, I met quite an interesting array of items floating about in the murky waters. Numerous leaves that had died an untimely death found their way between the soles of my feet and the bottom of my shoes. I came across a solitary marigold floating around solemnly — the sole survivor of a proud clan of mighty warriors. An onion bulb came by and said hello and I also chanced upon a dead rat, which looked sorrier than the one I had dissected last year. The last bit of jetsam and flotsam to greet me was a battle-weary cockroach floating away dejectedly. I decided to move as though I were roller-skating to hasten my approach and to my satisfaction, I found that I could soon see the shores … and then, I finally stepped on dry land after spending ages away at sea.
On reaching my destination, I found myself acting quite contrary to my nature and actually indulging in ‘socialising’. (“What is the world coming to?”) Finally, after consuming large proportions of a drink that promises to only quench thirst and do nothing else, along with chunks of chocolate cake, I parted ways with my company and walked back to the site where my marathon began.
On reaching home with ‘cold feet’, I experimented on a ‘foot bath’, which felt scalding and freezing at the same time. My feet have now developed a pinkish brown hue which looks very strange indeed.
It has started raining again … and I am trying to fight the urge to rush outside and get drenched. Somehow I can’t help but wish that tomorrow is another such rainy day and that I get to spend most of it watching the rain trickling down the window panes.
End: 7:45 p.m.
3 comments:
I am so happy for you that you love college...and the descriptions are vividly done....reminds me of my rain drenched day today...although thats quite another experience...!yayness all around!
Hahahaaaaa.. This is genius..!
reminds me of the Presi Eng Admission Test day..
i love the rains..!!
You dissected rats.
YOU BIO BUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111111oneoneeleven.
Cockroaches have this great affinity to the realm of the Living. They cling onto it with all their six appendages and two antennae.
Yech. I hate Roaches.
Socialising isn't something I do in Real life... gah.
I got drenched in the rain XD!
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