Tarred Rivers

All that nonsense about the city heaving a collective sigh of relief was complete shit.

Everyone did heave a sigh of relief in the first 20 minutes of the rain. But then it continued to pour. And pour. And pour.

Then drains began to overflow. The streets, roads and underpasses began to flood. Water began to leak into the interiors of homes from the nooks and crannies of balconies (trust me, my dad and I spent almost 20 minutes trying to clean up water that was leaking into the sitting room!). People were stuck in traffic jams. 45 minute journeys stretched on for 3 hours. 1 hour to 1 and a half hour journey became 5 hour journeys. Mosquitoes swarmed the streets. A part of National Highway 8 looked like a river.

The whole damn city came to a standstill. I guess it's safe to say that I don't love the monsoon as much as I thought I did.

Thank You So Much! FINALLY!

Today, God and the sky have finally obliged me.

Today, the grey sky finally unzipped it's emotionally stunted being, and unburdened itself onto the lovely city of New Delhi (and all its numerous suburbs). It exploded in a manner I have not seen in the last 3 years. Raindrops the size of coins; and when they smashed themselves into the pavements, roofs, balconies, roads and gardens of this glorious city, I think I heard a collective sigh of relief escape its many millions of residents.

A Fucken Douche

I know I'm a fucken douche.

O NOES!

But yes, I'm rather terrible at writing about anything not to do with guns, cars, dead people and computers.

I love Agra.
And Vodka Tonics (I think I'm warming up to vodka over whiskey now).
And Miss Mary (Bloody or Virgin, either is good).
And Swimming.
And... er... I don't really remember most of the stuff that I now love.
But love it I do.

Skaal

Southern Absenses

I spent the last two weeks in South India with Vinita, Shreya, and Kavisha.

We went to Bangalore (aka Bengaluru/Bengalooru), Coorg (for the coffee plantations and spice plantations) and Mysore. Then I headed to Chennai by myself. I probably should've written a bunch of things while I was there, but I felt/still feel lazy. So I'm not going to. Sorry:S.

I've read and re-read 13 books this summer (I'm starting my 14th one right after this). Some have been really, really, really good (Sea of Poppies by Amitav Ghosh, for example) while others have been bordering on silly and time-pass (Breaking Dawn from the Twilight Series and Five Point Someone by Chetan Bhagat). But of what I've read, I would encourage others to read God of Small Things by Arundati Roy (really well written, not so sure about the plot), In Custody by Anita Desai (should've been depressing, but it surprisingly wasn't) and Sea of Poppies of course (I am currently a little obsessed with Amitav Ghosh).

Otherwise, everything is well.

I'm biding my time until HBP comes out. And as pathetic as this may sound, I will be there for the first showing, as usual.

Oh. And also. Michael Jackson!!!!! SAY WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. We were heading to Coorg when my dad called to inform me. And I know that he might have been gross to little kids or whatever, but his music was amazing, and I do feel really sad that he won't be able to make more. So until next time, Beat it!