But it rained..

Well does life get any better
More yesterday than today
How I thought the sun would shine tomorrow
But it rained . . .

Finally the rains arrived in Pune. Well not technically arrived yet as the weatherman says the monsoon is yet to hit Pune. But who cares about that really. When there is an India-Pakistan match, it is an India - Pakistan Match, who gives a damn if it is a warm up game with 12 men on each side and umpires deciding on the spot without the aid of the third umpire. Similar to the Bobby Deol Classic Kranti where Bobby believed in - NO FIR NO ARREST.. FAISLA ON THE SPOT. But anyway this post is not about India-Pakistan match (India really owned Pakistan that day though), neither about Kranti (If you haven't watched the movie you are missing something in life though) and certainly not about Bobby Deol . This post is actually about nothing in particular but I will pretend that it is about the rains that lashed Pune on Friday.

The first rains is something I always look forward to every year. It couldn't have happened on a better day this year. Friday was an very important day for me and a lot and I mean a LOT depended on the events of the day. So as I waited long and hard for the particular event to take its own course and unfold, it rained suddenly, with little warning. Suddenly there were strong winds everywhere. I knew I had to get out. I knew I had to hit the road...

So I switched off my cell, tossed it in a corner of my room, got hold of the bike keys and just headed out with only a single desire - to get as drenched as possible. I generally never ride without a helmet, but whats use a helmet when the only reason you are leaving home is to connect with nature. The nearest place to go when you are in such kinda mood from my home is the Tata Motors Colony, my previous residence. The place is beautiful and anyone who has ever been there even once will vouch for it.. So I just headed towards the place.. It was just a slight drizzle, but which definitely promised to pick up.

Since riding aimlessly was the agenda of the evening, just took some random turns, discovered small roads I had never seen before.. and then the rain picked up. A combination of strong winds and really heavy rains seemed tailor made for the day. The raindrops hitting furiously on the face.. felt as if somebody was pricking a million highly pointed needles on you face.. One needle at a time. I must have a traveled at least 40 kms that day, going through highway stretches, small city roads and small unknown lanes. At one point of time, on the NH4, while driving into the wind, the rain drops hitting smack in your eyes, the visibility was so low that you could hardly see a truck driving in front of you. People had lined up all along the roads, taking shelter below tress, near houses, near shops wherever they could.. Probably they had to reach someplace important, probably they were carrying some valuable they didn't want to get wet. But on that day I did not have an office to reach, a function to attend, an appointment to keep, a deal to be made. It was my time with myself. As the wind grew stronger as I rode right into it and as it started to hurt even more, I started deriving even more pleasure out of it. Wished midway that I had carried my little canon to take some pics.

At one point of time I wondered if I was punishing myself for something. I probably was.. I knew something already I guess.. Had thought that the sun would have shined..

But it rained..

PS: A little update to everyone who follows the blog ( yes this is for you, who reached here after googling for you know what) I will be joining SIBM Bangalore next week. Yes finally I bit the MBA bait. Blame it on recession! Thinking about starting a new blog from college and also updating this one for more random posts like these which make no sense except increasing the no of search results for "Booby Deol", "Kranti" and the likes. Whether it materializes or not, only time will tell.