If you'r dripping wet and waiting for some form of transportation for 45min in an almost deserted bus depot at night, with no company, how do you feel? Irritated initially, then gradually fuming at your helplessness and after a while sombre when you realize that you can't do much to change this.
Actually yesterday evening started off quite well for me until me and my friends decided to hit the beach. We went to Besantnagar Beach(in Chennai) to eat some delicious fish, prawn and squid fries. But those of you who live in this part of the world will agree with me when I say that the Chennai beaches really give the Rio carnival a run for its money on the weekends. To appreciate this jamboree we joined a mixed group of youngsters and middle-aged not-so-romantic people who were happily trying to play their part in the marine population control. We guys had barely started on our first round of prawns when all of a sudden a tempest hit us. The scene quickly resembled the bull-run on the streets of Spain, with everybody in sight running for a cover. Reluctant to abandon our delicious prawns, we decided to put our feet down against the downpour(cheeky, ehh), having our faith on the lack of stamina of mid-July-Chennai-monsoon. Soon enough we realised that the clouds have prepared themselves well for this assault when we were soaked to our bones. But I can say this much that we showed our doggedness by cleaning off the plates. Then we lit up our cigarettes and went to the edge of the water. Here I would like to point out to the skeptics that it's really tough to lit a wet cigarette, but once lit you can puff it away under a waterfall. So shivering in our wet clothes, we guys discussed grave issues like how fast we can run in the wet sand when the first signs of Tsunami are visible. Just then we noticed a group of guys digging around in the sand. Somebody in our group suggested that maybe they are taking new measures for rain water conservation while another one came up with an even more brilliant idea that they are digging the small trenches to catch some fishes by trapping them. It turned out that one of them had actually lost a ring and the whole group was searching for it by plowing the area. As the word spread around over enthusiastic volunteers braved the rain to join them. As I had to reach my room so I started off wondering if it might would have been easier for them to find the proverbial needle in a barn.
Now drenched and cold I reach the Gandhinagar bus depot to narrowly miss my bus. After that I realised how utterly frustrating and disgusting it's to wait in soaked socks with half your clothes covered in sand. After almost 50min of this ordeal I finally got my bus and tried to make myself comfortable wondering whether I have developed webbed feet or my skin will peel off when I will finally roll down the socks.
Actually yesterday evening started off quite well for me until me and my friends decided to hit the beach. We went to Besantnagar Beach(in Chennai) to eat some delicious fish, prawn and squid fries. But those of you who live in this part of the world will agree with me when I say that the Chennai beaches really give the Rio carnival a run for its money on the weekends. To appreciate this jamboree we joined a mixed group of youngsters and middle-aged not-so-romantic people who were happily trying to play their part in the marine population control. We guys had barely started on our first round of prawns when all of a sudden a tempest hit us. The scene quickly resembled the bull-run on the streets of Spain, with everybody in sight running for a cover. Reluctant to abandon our delicious prawns, we decided to put our feet down against the downpour(cheeky, ehh), having our faith on the lack of stamina of mid-July-Chennai-monsoon. Soon enough we realised that the clouds have prepared themselves well for this assault when we were soaked to our bones. But I can say this much that we showed our doggedness by cleaning off the plates. Then we lit up our cigarettes and went to the edge of the water. Here I would like to point out to the skeptics that it's really tough to lit a wet cigarette, but once lit you can puff it away under a waterfall. So shivering in our wet clothes, we guys discussed grave issues like how fast we can run in the wet sand when the first signs of Tsunami are visible. Just then we noticed a group of guys digging around in the sand. Somebody in our group suggested that maybe they are taking new measures for rain water conservation while another one came up with an even more brilliant idea that they are digging the small trenches to catch some fishes by trapping them. It turned out that one of them had actually lost a ring and the whole group was searching for it by plowing the area. As the word spread around over enthusiastic volunteers braved the rain to join them. As I had to reach my room so I started off wondering if it might would have been easier for them to find the proverbial needle in a barn.
Now drenched and cold I reach the Gandhinagar bus depot to narrowly miss my bus. After that I realised how utterly frustrating and disgusting it's to wait in soaked socks with half your clothes covered in sand. After almost 50min of this ordeal I finally got my bus and tried to make myself comfortable wondering whether I have developed webbed feet or my skin will peel off when I will finally roll down the socks.
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