The monsoon seems to have arrived on time this year. Sharp on June 7, it joined our mundane lives. It sure bought some respite from the scorching summer heat.
However, the monsoon season in a metro like city is simply much bother, and no sum of happy memories. For one thing, the drainage system is non-functional during the monsoon. The municipal authorities must clean the entire system on time. Apparently, they do not.
Hence the roads are eternally inundated during the season with minimum most rains. There are traffic jams, nay, soggy snarls, and everywhere. Vehicles are water logged. Roads get slippery. The worst season it is for the city traffic, especially for the pedestrians. Sadists among the drivers use the dirty puddles to harass women further by squirting the dirty water as ugly jets. Umbrellas, raincoats are no use against such creeps.
There is chaos everywhere. The municipal corporation never gives timely permission to cut branches. Hence trees are never felled, they fall. There are centuries old buildings never properly cared for, not to forget the hoardings. Tragedies are waiting to happen everywhere. Electrical outages take ages to normalise. Remember the mosquitoes? They invade!
In brief, the season is nothing romantic in cities. It is sheer harassment, on the contrary. You always feel hence that it should rain only in the catchment areas of dams, and in villages where the farmlands are. Cities do not deserve rains. "Rain, rain, go away/ to the farms far away" is the city-slickers' prayer every monsoon.
Pratima@ The gusty showers wrap/ the (s)crap around the potholes, on the pathways, against the soles/ souls in the cities. Rain, rain, go away/never again come this way!
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