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আমার গল্প.

A few days a go I have written about over pouring in Delhi. Today was the day when the nightmare was revisited. Since afternoon Delhi was again drenched in shower. However, this time around the pouring was in a larger scale! It is in the same season, therefore it is imminent that the Civic Bodies could not do anything to save the City from water logging.

However this time around even those roads, which were never got wet, were waterlogged.

I started around 5.30 pm expecting a long journey to home. But it started to get longer and longer. The pain had started to creep in and then I decided to enjoy it altogether with a smiling face.

First of all there was water even on the road to Pragati Maidan beside  Patiala Court. I took my chances on my tried and tested hot wheels Legend NXT and crossed the pool without much difficulty. I felt proud of my vehicle.

Then started the process of detour, to go to Bhairon Road I had to travel towards ITO first and then take a U turn and then come back on track! After reaching the culmination point just below the Train line Over Bridge towards Ring Road I found it to be a very uphill task to get through the river- yeah it is virtually a river. But I kept on the grin on my face and gathered myself and raced ahead with great vigor. I was on the verge of crossing the road (here I must admit that I was crossing the over bridge from the wrong side, as the right side was logged with undecided vehicles.) suddenly a weather happy maruti 800 jumped into the river and rode directly towards me. When it crossed me I found out that the water has virtually touched my handle bar! (not mine damn it! Its my scooters) And my old warhorse darling had to stop! Oh god what should I do? I had to walk though the rest of the river as if I was walking the aisle with Shurpanakha!

But as soon as I reached the other side, a thought came in to my mind! Why don’t I let my scooter get dry a little bit and meanwhile enjoy a little bit of photography on the plight of the people! So I went trigger happy! Then just I had to touch my darling and she is ready to rock with growling sound.

I kept on moving; on Nizamuddin Bridge found that the sky is smilling with a rainbow on his face. At the end while I was just about to reach home, Rain Goddess reminded me that she was watching me and was pleased to see me happy. I smilled back at those drops and pressed the calling bell of my beloved place. My son opened the door with open arms and lots of story to tell. Those stories we will share someplace else.

Take care and ciao for now.

Yesterday was a special day for Delhites. People have once again remembered that there is one Civic body called MCD, one State body called Sheila Dixit and one heavenly body called MOTHER NATURE.

The third one, no one can even touch. So they are left with the first two. Every year during this time, public eye start to rove about lack of sewage system which in the slightest of the rain culminates to water logging and vastness of traffic jams. Government comes and goes but cometh the hour cometh the civil plight.

People do tend to get confused regarding the actual responsibility lies with whom- is it MCD or the State Government or NDMC or some one else? So the news channels get a flurry of sms’s. Everyone is asking for someones head for the strife they face for an evening.

But while the sun shines no one is bothered to ask questions to the Civic Bodies- Whether everything is in order or not?

Its better to be prepared for the rainy days- they say than firefighting. Next year the same scene will be repeated if the Rain God decides to smile on the lady luck of the region more than usual. One song written by Gulzar summarises everything.

“Abke na sawan barse- abke wo barse to barsenge ankhiyan”  Amen.

An untammed horse kept in the wilderness for quite sometimes. One fine day the horse realised that with every passing day he is getting to know himself. He can run, can jump, can laugh out loud and can love. So he came to the City and saw that Human beings are different. They can read, write, act, play, dance and talk. So the horse started to behave like a human but he understood with the passing time, that, he is forgetting to be himself. He is forgetting to love. So he decided to start the fire and it burnt within himself. It is still burning light and signing bright.

The horse starts every day as a new day- a day when he gains more experience- learns to live that day and thus he lives on and on!