When it rains it pours

Two times in a day does sound interesting when we are talking about certain things, but getting stuck in the rain in a desolated place is not quite that thing (at least for me). And that's what happened to me today. My brother has just left for a global tour (if Malaysia, Thailand and Singapore are the globe that is) and I had to drop him to the Airport at 6:30. So, by some clever backward planning, I decided to leave my house at 4:30, reach his house at 5:00, then leave there at 5:30. But I, like a novice with the Bangalore weather, especially this time of the year, just missed to factor in the "hand of God". And as I took out the bike, I looked up at the sky and like a pro, nodded to myself, "It's definitely not going to rain today". And how wrong could I be, only the passing time could tell.

Midway the droplets started crowding my visor making it a little difficult for me to see. So, I opened the visor and in a couple of minutes, the downpour started as if heading right for my face through the visor. Couldn't see, so I stopped at the nearest tree (not a dense one at that). Stood there getting wet and telling myself that this way was better than getting dreched while riding on my bike. My logic to myself, more raindrops would hit me if I were travelling as I would technically be covering more area of the rainfall, than when I am standing at one place. Logical, yes, but after a limit it stops mattering, don't you think. When you are drenched to the bone, how does it matter if you are still or travelling. And then after patiently standing under the little tree for around 20 minutes and managing to get myself completely wet (and not having moved an inch for that), I decided that it is time to move on, 'coz I could not get any wetter.

Reached home in the next three minutes. Dropped all my clothes, shoes and accessories at the door and headed for the shower. Changed into some of my brother's clothes and relaxed a bit and loaded up Dad's car with my bro's luggage. We left for the Airport, had a scuffle with a rash driver and reached the Airport two minutes late. No problem. Then I had to drop my mom and the car at bro's house. Did that.

Then stocked up some stuff I had to carry back to my house on the bike and rided into the horizon. (And it was filled with another shot of rain for me). Midway again, around the same little tree, the rain came down hard, pretty hard this time, seemingly intent on making me stop under that tree again. (Some would say, sounds like a made in heaven love affair). Anyway, having had the taste of that just a couple of hours ago, I decided to outwit Ma' Nature this time, and I drove on braving the falling droplets, low visibility, and the sting of cold wet water all over my body. I had to be real slow to allow for the stuff I was carrying, the low visibility, the huge pot holes that are the trademark of Bangalore. And guess what, my logic kicked in late again, slow in heavy rain means totally wet again.

Reached home in the next 30 minutes. Dropped all my clothes (again), shoes (second pair) and accessories (don't know how long my watch will last anyway) at the door and headed for the shower. Changed into some of my own clothes and relaxed after this relatively sloshed day.

I guess, some people have been through this experience before and thats the root of the saying, "When it Rains, It Pours". Enough said, I need a shot of Vodka to shake of the chills in my bones. See ya later. ;-)

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