The Rain Sutra
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Me and rains have a quirky relationship. As a kid, I made the ubiquitous paper boats that Jagjit Singh made famous with his ghazal Woh Kagaz ki Khashti,and got scared of the thunder claps. Somehow the dark clouds always saddened me. They still do, but the scare is missing.
I love the Tahmini ghats in the rains, but I hate the mud that splashes on my expensive leather shoes, or dirties my trusty Maruti 800 that shines like a Maseratti on Sunset Strip.
One wants it to rain badly in Pune to fill the reservoirs, but not too much in the city, cause the damn electricity goes off and taxes my inverters! There is this joke about me,
that it should sprinkle in the city and pour in the catchmentareas
Wishful thinking, everyone does it, but I say it aloud.
Then rewind to the glory days of adolescence when rain meant wet clothes on buxom Bollywood babes who stuck to the heroes like Fevicol ka jod, tootega nahi, and such was the stuff dreams were made of.
Rains bring out the best in me and the worst. Much as I would love to be served with the oily and spicy fare of bhajiyas, mungodas,pakoras and strong tea. Beer would be great as well, and some great music to go with it, or even better a fascinating flick.
That was the good and now the bad and the ugly, Eastwood is done, lets talk Eli Wallach and Lee Van Cleef! Can't take my doggies for a walk, or even on the terrace. Clothes don't dry, and even when they do, the clean crisp scent of the sun on them is missing.
It's been a tough battle between me and the rains for over four decades. I still can't decide whether I like the rains or not, or perhaps they can't!
Sanjay A Sayani
