rains...................

The one thing i always hated about the rains in Mumbai were the muck that it bought along with it. kichad as i would call it, was the most irritating thing about rains but now in the US with everything around me so clean and organised i miss the messiness of my hometown.

And the dreadful monday mornings, when after a long weekend i'd have to force myself out of bed to get dressed for work. That dreadful feeling would worsen during the rains, when i'd have to ponder hours on what to wear for work.....i envy guys sometimes.....nobody bothers if you don't dress up. The worst thing about being a girl is to DRESS UP.....takes a lot of effort and worst still to comb one's hair. (having said that want to share a secret......strangely i like guys with long hair and find the crew cut quite boring)
Coming back to the topic.....monday morning's the only thing that made me a lil cheerful was my train gang...........only god and aunty knw how i would run for the 8:12 train. Supriya, Usha and Sujata the lovely trio as i refer to them were the only reason i caught this fast train. Got to learn so much from these guys...........
Thanks to these three, the otherwise worst monday appeared to be lovely and romantic.....walking through mucky roads whilst balancing your umbrella and trying not to get your salwar, trouser or jeans dirty is an art that i never perfected!!!! And i guess i never will be able to either.....

Heavy rains lashing at the train window, women squabbling in the train worried if they would reach office on time. Once at CST, try walking without getting pushed or hit by someone's umbrella. Women rushing off to office, while men rushing to work as well but admist all the chaos desperately trying to peek at mumbai's newly corporate public...........