When Hell Broke Loose (Mumbai Rain)
One’s experience in Mumbai is counted as the number of monsoons one has endured in the city – I didn’t understood when I first read it somewhere. I had to wait only a couple of weeks as the realization came the hard way.
It was in the afternoon of 25th July. One of my friends called and informed that the office was called off early because of rain and we must leave for home. In the comfort of my cubicle, cut off from the world outside, I was rather amazed at such a decision. After all, it wasn’t a school. What sort of a company can declare rainy day for grown-up professionals like school kids! Rubbish! So we decided to indulge ourselves into emailing and orkuting for some more time.
It took us getting out of our comfy shelter to perceive that the company, in fact, wasn’t that dumb. It was ridiculous to use our umbrellas in such a deluge. There wasn’t any auto on the street, at least as far we could see. The vision was heavily blurred in the thick downpour. Waddling around the potholes and avoiding splashes of muddy water from occasional bikes on the road, we made our way home.
There was no electricity. As we groped around in our rooms, the watchman came and announced that the water supply had given in and there would be no water for at least two days. So there we were, four people drenched to our bones without light and water.
In the next two days the matter got only worse. We had no drinking water in stock, neither had the shops near by. We used to get up in the morning, took our brushes, soaps, and shaving equipments and went to the office, our ultimate refuge. The autos were charging more. On the other hand, the banks were closed and the ATM network down. We were awfully running out of money.
I am not quite sure what we would have done if the situation continued to be like that. Thankfully it improved and normalcy was restored in steps. Our humble place of dwelling served us quite well, as the area wasn’t waterlogged like other more happening places in Mumbai. At least, we could resort to the office. The office was such a nice place to be -:)
It was in the afternoon of 25th July. One of my friends called and informed that the office was called off early because of rain and we must leave for home. In the comfort of my cubicle, cut off from the world outside, I was rather amazed at such a decision. After all, it wasn’t a school. What sort of a company can declare rainy day for grown-up professionals like school kids! Rubbish! So we decided to indulge ourselves into emailing and orkuting for some more time.
It took us getting out of our comfy shelter to perceive that the company, in fact, wasn’t that dumb. It was ridiculous to use our umbrellas in such a deluge. There wasn’t any auto on the street, at least as far we could see. The vision was heavily blurred in the thick downpour. Waddling around the potholes and avoiding splashes of muddy water from occasional bikes on the road, we made our way home.
There was no electricity. As we groped around in our rooms, the watchman came and announced that the water supply had given in and there would be no water for at least two days. So there we were, four people drenched to our bones without light and water.
In the next two days the matter got only worse. We had no drinking water in stock, neither had the shops near by. We used to get up in the morning, took our brushes, soaps, and shaving equipments and went to the office, our ultimate refuge. The autos were charging more. On the other hand, the banks were closed and the ATM network down. We were awfully running out of money.
I am not quite sure what we would have done if the situation continued to be like that. Thankfully it improved and normalcy was restored in steps. Our humble place of dwelling served us quite well, as the area wasn’t waterlogged like other more happening places in Mumbai. At least, we could resort to the office. The office was such a nice place to be -:)
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