The final year of college had just started. As final year students, we were supposed to sit in the placement process of companies that were supposed to visit throughout the year, get a job (two if you were good enough) and make the college proud. To achieve this, the first week of the semester was devoid of any classes but full of “placement training sessions” in the main campus of our institute located 22 km away.
I didn’t really want to go, but it was mentioned that attendance is compulsory and not attending would lead to “dire consequences”, I decided to give it a go. It was a five day week, Monday to Friday. The first couple of days were full of prep talks from representatives of various companies and a few aptitude sessions, the questions of which even a 10 year old kid could solve, but my classmates couldn’t. Needless to say, I was bored out of my mind.
On the third day, after another 8 hours of boring lectures and shaking my head at the sight of my classmates not being able to solve school level mathematics, I was glad to go back to my hostel and unwind. I was already in two minds about whether or not to attend the last two days. So I kickstarted my bike, gave lift to a hopeless friend and we were on our way for a ride of 22 kilometers in the unforgiving city of Bangalore.
It hadn’t even been a kilometer when clouds gathered around and the sounds of thunder began echoing through the crowded streets. Soon enough, it started to rain and we had to take a sanctuary beneath a tea shop, but only after getting nominally wet. It rained cats and dogs for an hour, the roads were flooded, thanks to the poor drainage in the city before finally it stopped.
Once again, we were on our way, the streets even more crowded now that the all the bikers had resumed their journey. The flood water on the streets had already started seeping in through my shoe and socks, the clothes already being completely soiled courtesy the water splashed by daredevil car drivers and Volvo buses. Can’t people drive a little bit slower?
At this point, it started raining again. With nothing to lose anymore, we decided to continue riding. At the next red light, I put my feet down for balance. As soon as the light turned green, an autorickshaw, in its attempt to get ahead in the rat race, quickly accelerated and overtook us, stomping over my right foot in the process. The bastard got away by the time I could shout.
I wasn’t even sure if I was bleeding. It could be blood, it could be the three liters of flood water, I wouldn’t even know until I got home. Already incredibly furious with the events that had transpired through the day, I started racing away, overtaking vehicles willy nilly, going as fast as I could. I didn’t even care for the large drops of rainwater searing through on my skin at large speeds. I just wanted to go home.
Finally, after one and a half hour of this arduous ordeal, we reached our destination, completely drenched in water. Thankfully, my foot was okay, the rainwater had cushioned the blow. I had a nice hot shower and a packet of egg noodles to get back to normal temperature.
Needless to say, I didn’t attend the remaining two days of the process.
So that’s why I am not particularly fond of the rainy season. What are some of your rainy season memories? Tell me in the comments section below.
Much love,
–SG
Although the rains are not as severe as they were back in Bombay, here in Gurgaon monsoons are generally a delight to have after the merciless North Indian summer and loo winds. However 2 years ago I remember one particular day the rains started at 7 a.m. in the morning and continued till 2 p.m. around the time of our chuti from school. The whole of Gurgaon had shut down because there was no concept of drainage in the city and the streets were flooded. The gutters had opened up and the water raised up till waist
level on the streets. We were all sitting in a school bus for 1 and a half, hours in the middle of the road when suddenly the water went into the exhaust pipe and the bus started shaking vigorously. Somebody from the back yelled that the bus is going to blow up. We all panicked, rushed to get off the bus. I remember carrying two small kids on my back and pushing them from the window so that they could get down quickly. We all left our bags in the bus and ran for our lives until the driver calmed everyone down and clarified it was just the exhaust. We were in the middle of the road, completely drenched, with most of floating in the sewer water, without our bags. I was so fed up that nobody was doing anything. An hour later the traffic started moving again but our bus broke down. School authorities didn’t even pick our calls, even though we were 2 km away from the school. Another problem was that Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix was going to come on TV at 6 p.m. and it was already 5. I took my little sister’s hand, stopped an auto, just casually told the teacher I am leaving, and just left without even taking any permission. that was a pretty Badass moment for me,in retrospect, but in that moment I did not feel badass at all. All I felt was utter hatred for rains.
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And also another reason why I don’t like rains is that I am allergic to them. Not literally, but a certain microbe which thrives during the season of monsoon causes extreme rashes in me, which was the primary reason we left Bombay and shifted to Gurgaon. Here it does not affect me much but in Bombay, it had gotten to the point of me having to apply applicable steroids throughout, and obviously nobody was too thrilled about it. To this date my complexion is not the same as it was before, because the applicable steroids completely burnt my skin. I went from Kangana Ranaut to Bipasha Basu in weeks and haven’t returned since. Not that I am complaining.
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Oh steroids are bad, and not just the high power bodybuilder ones but even the controlled medical stuff. All they do is mask the symptoms and have a lot of side effects. I’m glad you realized the severity of the situation. However I don’t think it would have been very easy to get a work transfer from Mumbai to Gurugram.
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I agree.
Although what’s funny to me is that you used the terms “Gurugram” and “Mumbai” whereas I said “Bombay” and “Gurgaon.” Also, I have never seen someone use the term Gurugram unsarcastically.
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LOL
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That’s really bad. I’m glad you got home okay and got to catch the movie too I hope. Here usually we get a power cut during the rains, so no TV for this guy.
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Honestly I don’t remember, but thanks anyway. I hope you had no “dire consequences” after ditching the seminars.
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No I did not.
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I love rains but only if I have not moved out of my house to do some work. With regards to memories I have many. The best one is my hubby who back then I was dating. When I met him for the first time it was raining heavily and he gave me his jacket to wear since I had not carried mine… ๐ (secret- I actually did have my jacket with me that day, but I really wanted him to pass me his jacket movies influence I must say) hahaha
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Oh naughty you. ๐
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Very nice writeup. Its something kindof new from you. Personal
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Thanks. You should check out the “Personal” section of my blog, it has some other posts too. I’m sure you’ll like them.
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Will do
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We don’t have a rainy season where I’m located, but I can imagine that it can be a pretty miserable time for you. I know rain is healing/cleansing/whatever else poets always say, but after a while you just want to stop being wet! During the springtime in the midwestern USA, we tend to get rain multiple times a week for about a month. Everything just feels musty, and muddy, and wet during that month. But at least it’s only a month, and then we get sunshine, flowers and warmer weather. How long does the rainy season last where you are?
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About a month. Although the place where this happened used to be affected by storms in the Bay of Bengal so we got intermittent rains in November as well.
The thing is, I only had a motorcycle, so I really avoided going out whenever there was even a hint of clouds. This, however, was one of the times I got stuck and ran over by an auto. Damn that was painful.
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Gosh! And I thought I had the worst rainy day memories, LoL! Your blog just made me feel better about mine.๐
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Do tell about yours too Sanjana.
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Mine was when I was a grad student. It was a nice sunny day in the beginning and I decided to bunk my college that day with my friends. We went out of town, Panchkula to be precise, to chill out. Upon reaching there, it started raining so heavily that we got drenched within minutes. We had to look for shelter. We spent quite sometime there just standing & watching the rain wash away our plans. Finally we decided to head back home. As we crossed the last light point & entered Chandigarh, we realised that God had played a cruel joke on us. It was all dry & bright over here. Not even a single drop of rain had touched Chandigarh. Everyone looked at us with sought of ridicule cause here we were, as if dunked in a pool in midst of a desert. The most difficult part was explaining my parents on how I got so soaked up. All that I could muster up was that it was only my college where it rained ๐
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Hey S.G very very nice read. Thank god I don’t have any such memories of rain.
I hate that auto wala๐ง hehe
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Haha thanks Mrs Jayshree Ji
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I had a beautiful experience with the rain. Letโs just say that it rained mangos.
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If it did then I must say that would have been an amazing sight, mangos falling out the sky.
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It was amazing. Iโll never forget.
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Don’t you hate those days?? You can’t even predict them. I hope you don’t have to suffer the dire consequences since you attended the first three days! I would need a two day nap after that.
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Haha. I didn’t face any consequences.
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Actually for me rain is love whether its winter or summers, that peculiar odour of wet soil , and how you can see the real green color of the leaves , i simply love that.๐
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To each their own, I guess.
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Ya thats right.๐
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Mine is a love and hate relationship with rain. In mumbai when it rains, it just pours and drenches you completely and I hated that because then you have to spend the entire day in those wet clothes either in school or at work. I love the sweet musky smell of the grounds when it starts raining at first. Also, we used to have tea and snacks like vada pao or samosa – yum.
Here in Toronto, it rains just intermittently and not as heavy as Mumbai rains and I love it.
Also, we should thank the universe for the rains or snow as without it there will be no water.
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Fair point.
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S. G I don’t think that the rain is always about having bad experiences. I think on that rainy day you experienced something new and learned something you couldn’t on any other day.
I have few of mine too but with both type of experiences. Sometimes it gives me a feeling to stop the moments there and sometimes to be away.
But your expressing way is great.
You were able to create a clear picture in reader’s mind.
And i want to know what was your perspective about placement from the college.. ๐
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Hi! I have nominated you for the versatile blogger award. Here is the link for it.
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Sorry….it is the sunshine blogger award.
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It’s all right.
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But for me,the voice of raindroping is like a music.dear!!
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Well I mean, yeah, the rain does have a lot of positive qualities and a lot of people like it, I personally don’t because of aforementioned reasons, but I have no qualms in acknowledging its importance to, say, farmers and people like you that actually enjoy it. ๐
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It is not big matter,dear!!mostly are not liked the rain.
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Most welcome on my blog with love,dear!!
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Yes of course. I checked out your posts. I even commented on one of them.
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You received an ‘education’ alright! I’ve always had nice memories of rainy days… one of them being drenched in rain water and heading to a chai stall with college friends. Oh, if only I could go back to those care free days!
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We live in a rainforest, so guess what it does here, haha rains. Not as much now as when we lived further north. It’s something you live with, lol. I’m sorry the process was so arduous and lack lustre. Not fun for sure. Getting hurt, worse. Glad you were ok.
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Yeah. Thanks for the kind words. Which country are you from anyway?
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Canada.
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Rainforest certainly isn’t the first word that comes to mind when I hear the word “Canada”. ๐
Anyway, TIL that a part of Canada has a rainforest too.
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Vancouver Island, British Columbia, is where I am and it rains a great deal here, mostly on the north end of the island. One year it rained, literally 365 days. I wasn’t overly impressed having to walk to work in the rain and home again. Ugh.
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Reading this I would suggest you to write a book. And being a bookworm, I would love to read that ๐ Even I would like to have your thoughts or ideas painted in a few t-shirts of mine. Wish we could collab sometime. You write great blogs. Do follow back and stay in touch ๐
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Haha that’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. If you want to collaborate, just email me with your idea. Use the contact page, or you can email me directly, my ID is written on the sidebar.
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Oh! Thank you, but really you already write like a published author ๐
Sure I will ๐ โค
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Haha thanks. I’m curious to know more about you now. Who are you?
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