Monsoon has to be the most melodious word in India during the summer . Months of scorching sun takes a toll and the promise of showers makes the pavement dweller and the mansion dweller equally elated . When it rains , everybody’s out . The same jubilation is evident on every face,and it’s beautiful. There are some things though that make the monsoon experience typically Indian . We’ve all experienced them right form the young days to the teens and now adulthood . And they are -
* Every summer seems the hottest . I’ve never heard people say that last summer was worse than the present , it’s always the other way around . ‘This summer is the worst ever’ is a staple line .
* Rain is godsend only for the first day . Within 24 hours , it turns into a scourge – manholes , potholes , water flooding inside homes and water logging outside .
* The chances of getting caught in the first rain are exponentially higher than watching the monsoon rain safely from your room window . Everybody runs to their homes to avoid getting caught,then change clothes and run outside .
* Tea and fried delicacies have an intrinsic relationship to monsoon . Even though the dampness makes it possibly the worst time to eat samosas/pakoras/jalebis but still the queues are longest in the rains.
* The most magical experience though is the inevitable power cut – spending the time indoors playing board games in the candle light with the shower and thunder for background music was pure ecstasy . Sneakily turning the switches was some experience too .