Mumbai bedraggled

Ever seen a blollywood beauty standing under a shower or a waterfall, or getting soaked in rain?

If you haven't, then better do!

Hordes of them - Vayjantimala to Esha Deol trying to look coy yet enjoying the tingling feel of droplets on the skin - quiet like cows in a desert, washing all the ticks off in first seasonal showers.

Yes, Mumbai is like this at the moment.

Water, water, everywhere and still you end up in a bar. (Just Joking, of course!)

I mean, the city is coy and shivering, yet it's confusingly gay. People milling out off local trains, auto rickshaws zooming past you and giving you a bath you never again want to have, Traffic Cop sipping a cup off tea under the teeny weeny roof of a tapri, kids swimming in the middle of road, aunties wringing the edges of their sarees under the downpour and then hurrying along with lesiure, couples entwined with one another under a small umbrella in empty gardens ... I mean people (if at all they come) feel overjoyed when they get a break from office on pretext of municipal warning 'Heavy downpour expected in next 24 hrs', instead of worrying about how to head back home - just the thrill of being a witness to impending doom keps them hanging onto their windows and gates of a local train.

An absurd joi de vivre.

Watch the TV news ,and people are more thrilled in their misery than overawed.

What the hell is happening.?

Well, I am cynic and shall forever complain.