Across the pale parabola of joy
Rain Rain go away, come again another day . We want to dry our clothes.
Ha , the great rains. Half the city is flooded, infrastructure down the drain, driving is good fun equivalent to rally driving and the good chief minister was at the receiving end from an irate public over the weekend.
Yesterday was spent in shifting parts of my house in the middle of incessant rains, an idiotic cable operator who managed to overturn my television trying to disconnect me at my old apartment and give me a new connection at my new apartment.
The good thing about the new apartment is that there is a health club next door, a number of eating joints to take care of a poor famished software engineer and the company of a couple of good friends . Other than that watching the rivers flow at a level that leaves them just below the roads in the streams that we call rivers was good and left me thinking.
Heard on mirchi that they closed a couple of bridges near aundh and that all the rivers we know are flowing to the brim . Wah Wah ! More like this and we should be flooded soon. It isn't any better down at the financial hub of India , the corporation apparently took a couple of days because the CM declared a holiday for government instituitions for precisely the corporation to do some work atleast. Looking at this one thinks about the tsunami down south and the amount of time that was spent in getting the place back up and running. Some more thought needs to go in. Disaster management exists only on paper and the moment something unprecedented occurs most of these guys hide behind this.
The roads in Pune have simply disappeared, they have been replaced with craters, currently the main throughfares need to be avoided, the inner roads are ten times better . I lost count of the number of craters that my poor zen went through today at around 689 at which point I was more worried about getting through a traffic jam .
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