Catharsis

I’m quite annoyed today and I’ve suddenly realised the merits on ranting and raving, which is precisely what I’m going to do. As of now I’m warm and toast but I’m spewing inside from what happened today and this blog is going to be the catharsis.

There are days when you just don’t know what is round the corner; it keeps you on your toes for sure. Just yesterday when it rained I was happy, happy that the winter that was packing her bags and going was gonna stay a couple of days longer and keep me company. I truly enjoy the mild winters, the days seem so dreamy, I, am dreamy, and the world seems to appeal to my mind as never before. Though yesterday I had a mild case of tripping and knocking my knee out real bad, oscillating between crepe bandage and knee support, still the rain was enough to make my world all right.

Well that was yesterday, today it rained again, I was ready to face the day in a real good mood, I was so happy that I decided to break the rule of wearing Churidar Kurta only once a year and accessorising also traditionally, most of you know that I keep this wonderful attire for weddings, and mom’s birthday only, Ma was quite delighted that I made an aberration an wore it, I wear it only on her birthday and it is the best birthday gift for her as far as she is concerned, of course she was gushing that I looked beautiful, my maid went a step further and said I was stunning, well I know that but I hate wearing these girlie stuff . Anyway, I just brushed it aside, and left for my daily grind.

I’d had a great day, when the weather itself is a shade of romance, it takes a disaster to get me out of good humour. I loved this day and for a change I felt totally alive and alert past noon, too. I got back home and Bhai was home, I was absolutely delighted and asked him if we could just hang out and have a chillax time doing nothing, he said OK, and collected his stuff and we guys headed out to Nehru Place, walked around there and chatted. It was a fine weather to hang out and of course as usual we ended up at a book store, the shop had second-hand stuff on discount, so obviously we guys went berserk, of course it wasn’t all great books but we did manage to pick up a few Agatha Christie’s and a David Baldacci. It was sheer fun while we were at it, then came the trouble, it started raining, normally it would’ve added to my delight if I was equipped to handle it or it was summers, now this was a rather unwelcome turn of events.

It started with a drizzle, and boy did it get worse and we had to be home in time to walk the dogs so we had to leave in the rain. Generally I wouldn’t have had any complaints, but it just so happened while I was stranded without any protective gear, Bhai had a raincoat. Picture this, no umbrella, no raincoat, already half unwell with a damaged knee and you have a raincoat what would you do? I think most of you would’ve have offered me the raincoat, (unless of course you decided to avenge some past life misdeed) but my brother….? Hell, no. He said, since you are already unwell you can afford to be totally bedridden!! I’ve raised a monster I feel.

Anyway I knew I couldn’t argue with him when he got on the ‘if you do the crime you do the time’ mode, the crime being not prepared for the rain when it has been a rainy day. So as we headed back apart from generally being in a murderous mood, I was wondering why spectacles are not equipped with wipers. Why did I wear glasses instead of the contacts? Why the roads are dirty? Why did I wear white? Why did I wear the traditional leather slippers? Why did I ask this idiot out? As I was seething inside I was also, chilled to my bone by the time we got home. Now I’ve changed and I’m toasting myself, and plotting revenge!