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Of tear-ible times…

Ever since I posted about my eye troubles in my new year post, I have not received a single question about it. So I am going to talk about it of my own accord. I know none of you care, BUT YOU MUST!

In the beginning of December, my contact lens started to get uncomfortable and I would be constantly blinking or trying to move my right contact around to make it sit better. I was washing my eyes all the time because there was this feeling that something is stuck in there. My eyes were drying out too like no tomorrow! That feeling of a foreign object being in my eye started growing into eye pain where keeping my lids open were really bothering me. I tried a couple of lubricating OTC drops, but there was no improvement.

Finally, I made an appointment with my primary care doctor, and I had to wait for 2 days, because legendary American healthcare system. I went in, got my eye prodded and poked at, dyed, rubbed vigorously with a Q-tip, but the doctor said there really wasn’t anything. She just asked me to continue with my OTC lubricant eye drops and discontinue contacts for some more time. She did give me an opthalmologist number, in case I didnt feel better in another week.

By the time that week ended, I was crying most evenings out of the pain. I would weep while driving to work, and bawled while driving back home, because the pain was becoming insufferable. My eyes are anyways too sensitive and the high prescription makes it even worse. I am pretty much blind without glasses or contacts and they do hinder my lifestyle in some way or the other. It’s a very sensitive subject for me, even if you leave the vanity part aside. My short sighted friends do agree that it definitely affects confidence and self-esteem. As shallow as that sounds, it is true.

Finally I took the eye doctor’s appointment and went in, another 2 days later. Meanwhile, my insurance decided to play games with me, and that very month increased specialist visit rates by $30. Again, legendary American healthcare.

The optometrist took a look at my eyes through a slit lamp and told me that my tears were evaporating as soon as they were forming, and my eyes were extremely dry as a result. The oil glands seemed to be underperforming majorly and she wrote down names of two more OTC eye lubricants. I noted that down, and asked if that would also make that foreign object feeling go away. She looked at me, and asked me to come back to the slit lamp. She flipped my lids over and declared that it was full of inflammation and bumps. She prescribed some anti-histamine eye drops and asked me to see her in another month and to not use contacts until then. She also asked me to heavily consider switching to disposable contacts in the near future. Holiday season, looking good, makeup, got flushed down the drain. I asked her about estimated recovery time and she gave me between a week to a month and said it was hard to say. Ugh, more bummage.

That evening after the doctor visit, I had to go to a shopping mall to finish some last minute holiday shopping. I think I bawled all the way to the mall and some more while I waited in my car at the parking lot. I spoke to my folks too, and there was a good deal of tears for around an hour. There was some more breakdown in a Banana Republic store, the classy chick that I am. I had had enough! My eyes were hurting like crazy, they were prickly, I had to continue looking dorky for holiday pictures, the drops were $200 and with insurance $80, and I had to handle all that sh*t by myself during that time. Meanwhile, I convinced myself that I am never going to get better and never be able to go back to contacts. I simply lost it.

I did calm down the next day and with a peaceful mind, started researching my condition and all my options. Turns out I have something along the lines of Giant Papillary Conjunctivitis(do not Google it!) which affects most soft contact lens users. Steroid drops, anti-histamines and disposable contact lens help with the condition. You could be wearing contacts for years, and one fine day, your eyes decide to go rogue on you. Such betrayal! My doctor did not prescribe steroids yet, so maybe it’s a good thing? I did some more research and have managed to find a substitute OTC anti-histamine till my drops get to San Diego through someone. Meanwhile the prescribed drops just got into my hands me through a friend, from my father, because they cost a paltry $5 in India! Yep! The same brand, some composition, and it even says manufactured in the US and imported to India! Once again, all hail American healthcare.

I have used my new drops for 2 days, and my eyes are in pain again. Probably because I had skipped a day to switch from OTC to prescribed and the irritation had started again. I am sitting here annoyed by the pain and I know I am being dramatic, but I feel like my life has come to a standstill. I was happily prancing around in my contacts everyday, and had a nice thing going on. It’s all gone out of the window. I don’t want to constantly whine about it to the people who I spend time with, but the fact that I can CONSTANTLY FEEL MY EYEBALL AND EYELID is extremely annoying. So, hopefully this post takes care of the crying and the whining part.

Atleast I have learned to swiftly take my glasses off whenever someone wants to take a picture of me. I am getting used to going to the gym in glasses, even though it’s a real pain to run blindly on the treadmill or risk shattering expensive glasses if they fly off my nose. It’s not the end of the world, and there are bigger problems in my life. With time, and medication, hopefully I can get back to my contacts, and perhaps think of a permanent solution to the problem. Let’s see how it goes.

Hope you all have the answers to the questions that you did not ask. Thanks for letting me rant!

PS- I know you all do care about me. 🙂 I promise, I was only joking when I accused you all of not asking anything, but the scolding seems to have brought all my old-timey favorites back! So yay! “My scolding brings all the bloggers to the yard…”

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Happy 2019!

Hola, chicos!

Finally into the 3rd day of 2019, I have opened my wordpress and decided to write. As I started typing, I stared at the keyboard and actually drew a blank. Have my creative juices dried up? Or have I actually written about everything? That can’t be so. Ah well!

Last year was, eventful, to say the least. I did a few new things, explored a few new cities, and met new people. I met a LOT of dogs through my dog rescue and my new friends and that made my 2018 a resounding success! There was puppy love everywhere and I soaked it all up like a sponge. I do feel that I lost out on a wonderful doggie because I truly am not ready for the responsibility. But she found a great family, and that warms my heart. I may foster this year depending on my apartment situation. I also know when the time comes, Moony will help me meet my soul-dog. Waiting for that wet-nosed signal from the beyond. I wrote ads for 150 dogs, the last I checked, and all of them have been adopted. I am happy to have helped a teeny bit.

One of the biggest highlights of 2018 was skydiving! A gazillion people have done it before me, and it’s not even that rare anymore, but for me, it was SOMETHING! That rush of air as I tumbled out of the plane, that ‘whoop’ in the pit of my stomach, and my spit flying everywhere because my mouth was in a constant ‘YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA’ scream with a giant grin, remain unparalleled. That jump has made a lot more people believe that I am a badass, and I will strive to keep the facade on with other acts of faux daredevilry.

Mid-2018 saw Moo saunter off to her sasural wrapped in exquisite silks and gold, and she managed to do that without tripping. Thanks to her I also saw Kanyakumari in it’s full glory, and once’s enough, truly. None of us cried, even when I dropped the oil from the vada on my silk saree, I maintained my composure. She found love, and how! She scaled mountains to get there and couldn’t be more proud and happier! Now if only, we grow up mentally and stop doing what we do best, that would be great. Thank you very much.

I ticked off another major checklist item in 2018 but mum’s the word on it. Moo and SP, do not dare! Remember the comment has to be approved by me first.

With some motivation, I finally decided to enroll for a Spanish course at the university and I got an A! I can describe myself, tell and ask the time, look for bathrooms and food and supermarkets, and my hobbies. I do have a limited vocabulary so I stick to describing myself as muy bonita. Just agree with me, okay? Bien. Also, we have been only taught about the present tense, so just roll with it when I talk. Give me a few more months and Spanish 2 and 3, and then watch me describe the past and future activities!

2018 is going to be super special and close to my heart. It is going to be a favorite year for a long time to come, unless 2019 topples it off the chart. My heart, body and soul have been fuzzily happy through the year and a sense of calm has come into my life. I, obviously, still have my crazy moments, but I am learning how to communicate better. Instead of holding in thoughts that are constantly whirring through my head, i let ‘some’ out and we deal with that. It’s a change and it feels good! I haven’t been this happy in the longest time! *Knock on wood* May God grant us the power to beautify every moment, to revel in happiness, to accept things that we cannot change, and to use the ‘block’ feature on Facebook if everything fails. Amen.

Per every year, the end of 2018 has seen some piling on with respect to sweets, cheese and pounds. I have some major shedding to do, and have decided to be regular at the gym and with cardio. The puny amount that I run, helps only if it’s regular, so will focus on that too. And like I always say, vanity IS a major factor too. That new Zara skirt is not going to fit itself.

December has been sad for me healthwise. My eye and contact lens have been giving me trouble, and it made me miserable. I let my emotions and vulnerability take control of me during some special moments. I can’t wear contacts for a while till my eyes heal and then perhaps have to switch to disposable ones from my cheap annual ones. and sadly, glasses bring out the little bullied girl in me. It sounds really shallow, but these issues affect confidence and self-esteem. But I am taking it in my stride now, and hoping for a full recovery.

Professionally, I am alright. There shall be some improvements and changes but that will come when the time is right. I shall try not to fret over that.

I sincerely hope for the coming year to be even better than the last for me and you all! May the new year bring you all that you craved! We shall strive for a drop of insanity in that cauldron of peace. Here’s a toast to a healthy, adventurous and exciting 2019!

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The power of educated acceptance

A new favorite, or perhaps life changing? I don’t quite know how to define this book that I recently finished reading. I am not doing a book review here, but just nudging people to pick this one up next, specially if you need some solid inspiration and motivation. The strongest emotion that comes screaming out, is that I feverishly wish this was a dystopian fiction and not an absolute reality of the writer’s life. Tara Westover has created a masterpiece, which unfortunately is the true story about her life. ‘Educated’. A monumental memoir.

It’s a very difficult book to read and I went through a varied range of emotions which made it even harder. I wanted to protect the little girl, rescue her away from the path she was put on. I wanted to nudge away the young woman from her belief of shame and worthlessness. I desired to take her on a real coffee date or to a library where we could sit and discuss the history of Mormonism, ethics, mental disorders, human rights, European history together. I wanted to learn from her raw intelligence. What that child went through is unthinkable, being taught to hoard for ‘The End of the World’, being shoved around by her bipolar father, a mother who was a doormat and the extreme physical abuse by her brother, and then being told that it was her fault.

I feel sheltered and protected. For every little fight about not wanting to wear what my mom picked out, to not leaving my shoes in the hallway, I want to hug them tight and tell them that I love them beyond the Universe. From reading about a childhood like Tara’s(she still dilutes it in interviews, out of family love and loyalty), I feel beyond blessed to have been able to have mine where the memories are sweet and sadness is far in between.

I googled her and listened to some of her interviews. She has been featured in magazines. This girl went from never going to school, to Cambridge and Harvard. She was a raw learner, completely unexposed. She took it and molded herself to go to these institutions with all the respect she deserved and more. The biggest success was, her being able to defeat her thoughts(passed down as concrete sayings by her father), shame and self-humiliation. She learned to ask for help. She learned to be okay with being a woman and to have dreams beyond the kitchen. She overcame. She learnt acceptance. When she says, it is possible to love someone and miss them, and also be glad that they are not a part of their life, I believe her.
Yet, there are two sides or ‘duality’ to her that I cannot shake off. The one from her book, and the other from her interviews. Although, I do find it okay to accept because that’s human nature.

When I researched her, I researched her families and their real names too. I have faces to give these characters now. And I shudder. The brother, I saw his Facebook page, gave me chills down my spine. Somehow not unpredictably, his Facebook is full of political and ideological support for the person who leads this powerful country. There is pure venom and loathing in the words he chooses, to side with him and the gun lobby among others. The men wear lifetime-member NRA caps. I don’t feel surprised. Her family has chosen to cut her off because she refused to forgive him post ‘Atonement’ and they have refused to seek any help for his disorders, instead, accusing her of lying. Unfortunately this is the truth for a huge population. She is considered a cancer that will tear the family apart, not the brother who used to maul his sisters and girlfriends like a vicious animal. The family is so brainwashed and gaslighted by the Dad, that they are discounting her memories and have an attorney. I have no words.

This book has given me hope and a lot more. I want to leave here some powerful quotes that I took away and that will remind me to keep moving. Hope it inspires you too.

Emancipate yourself from mental slavery

None but ourselves can free our minds

-Bob Marley, quoted in Educated by Tara Westover

I carried the books to my room and read through the night. I loved the fiery pages of Mary Wollstonecraft, but there was a single line written by John Stuart Mill that, when I read it, moved the world: “It is a subject on which nothing final can be known.” The subject Mill had in mind was the nature of women. Mill claimed that women have been coaxed, cajoled, shoved and squashed into a series of feminine contortions for so many centuries, that it is now quite impossible to define their natural abilities or aspirations.

Blood rushed to my brain; I felt an animating surge of adrenaline, of possibility, of a frontier being pushed outward. Of the nature of women, nothing final can be known. Never had I found such comfort in a void, in the black absence of knowledge. It seemed to say: whatever you are, you are woman.

-Educated by Tara Westover

The decisions I made after that moment were not the ones she should have made. They were the choices of a changed person, a new self. You could call this selfhood many things. Transformation. Metamorphosis. Falsity. Betrayal. I call it an education.

-Educated by Tara Westover
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Seasonal insanity

Deck the hall with boughs of holly,
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
Waiting for that kiss, oh golly,
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
‘Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!

What’s that you ask? That is just some more sugar rush from another piece of chocolate cake that some dude at work keeps bringing in. It really is that time of the year again, eh? My body has entered the hibernation mode, which is my polite way of saying that I have gained my 7-8 lbs and my cheeks are puffed up like the Pillsbury doughboy. Winter is upon us in the most California way that it can. It’s raining like cats and dogs outside, and we know this part of country needs it like yesterday!

I am just back from a beautiful Thanksgiving break in Mammoth lakes and I am dreaming of the snow, wine and the fireplace, while crunching up some analytical data. The couch at the AirBnB has a wonderful story to tell and the oven is still reeling under the impact of baking my mighty good lasagna. It was a nice, relaxing weekend but not so much for my feet, post a 5 mi hike. But I suppose the view at the end of it made it worth it. The evening post the hike, most definitely did.

The holiday season is here. I see a bunch of Facebook posts insisting that it should be called ‘Christmas’ and we must be wishing ‘Merry Christmas’ and nothing else. Who am I to argue? I will wish people whatever they want to be wished and move on while I get my order of Peppermint Latte in a cheery red and green cup. Christmas trees are springing up everywhere and people are sending invites for holiday potlucks and ice-rink parties. Major FOMO(Fear of missing out) has struck me, per usual, and I dont want to miss out on anything, but there doesn’t seem to be enough time anymore. I am here thinking, reminiscing of the beautiful moments I have had and even more amazing moments that I will be having. I definitely do feel full of gratitude and thankfulness. Will this season also make those relationships we lost, come back? Will we get everything we wanted? Is there something wonderfully new on the way? We never know but sure hope for the best.

This year running by feels like I am watching a contestant on Food Network’s Chopped who has a minute left and hasn’t even started plating yet! Ufff, the anxiety!

Anyways, will get through it all. But first, another spoon of this velvety mousse. Ummmm….

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Being a vegetarian sucks…

  1. You are always being told to simply order salad at a restaurant of everybody else’s choice. You hate salad. Specially when it costs $15.
  2. You are ridiculed and called a goat at every opportunity. So you decide that goat is simply G.O.A.T.(Greatest of all time).
  3. When one of your favorite vegetarian appetizers arrives with like, 8 pieces of Paneer, each of your friend goes for it, “Lemme just taste one!” and you get ONE friggin’ piece at the end. You know who you are! 😉
  4. People constantly tell you to eat whatever and “just take the meat off”. Right.
  5. Somehow people expect you to be healthy and with a beautifully high metabolism, but you so goddamn aren’t!
  6. People wave their finger at you to tell that you are a plant murderer. Not sure about plants, but I will murder you, Shib.
  7. You don’t want to kiss your boo after he chomps down on a bird, but you so want to kiss the hell out, and the eternal conflict destroys you. Sheesh.
  8. Office lunches turn into a battleground with meat eaters throwing questions at you while you just want to take a breather and finish your pizza.
  9. You wonder why do you still have a 2nd trimester-like belly after working out so much, while downing that glorious garlic bread and ricotta lasagna.
  10. You are too shy to say no to splitting the check when peeps got lobster risottos and you had plain pasta, with them eating most of your appetizer anyways! Sure you remember this, SP!

Hey, but my soul is still whole. 😉

 

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Birthday lessons

Be happy and be a little sad.

The sadness reminds you that you are a human being with feelings and emotions. It is a little darkness that makes you realize the importance of light in your life.

Value that light, that brightens up every nook and corner of your soul and makes every fiber of your body tingle. Hold on to that light that engulfs you in it’s warmth with the promise of ‘even better’.

Cherish the moments of the day that will weave themselves into your life. For these are the moments, that you will look back at when alone, while driving, having lunch, going to bed, and smile and giggle.

Give back that love, in any way that makes you happy and brings about a positive impact on other lives.

Spread out your birthday to a birthweek. And enjoy being a princess, with the best people around you.

Yesterday I turned a year older, and hopefully wiser.

Happy 31st to me!

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It’s PSL time!

Today morning seemed like every other morning when I got to work. That was until, I saw the newest Starbucks post. Pumpkin Spice Latte is back, bit*hes! The official start of the Fall season, per the calendar, may still be away, but the ‘real official’ Fall is here.

Fall is the season when we get back to the ‘basics’. We fling our hair back, flutter our pretty mascara coated eyelashes and take a sip of the ah-mazin’ Pee-Ass-Ell. Unless we leave a rusty taupe(appropriate fall color) lipstick mark on the steaming hot cup, the ritual isn’t complete. The moment the spicy cinnamon notes hit our brain cells, the basic girl transformation is complete.

Now is the time to take stock of all your jackets and cashmere that need to go into laundry. Ditch those shorts, and bring out your leggings. Check if all your tank tops have appropriate newness to them and can be layered under those fresh flannels. Move your long sleeves to the more accessible side of the closet. Keep track of all your scarves and match them to the sweaters. Bring out your Uggs(vegan, fake ones of course). After all, leggings and Uggs are like cheese and wine. One without the other does not constitute a proper Fall attire. You don’t want to flunk your ‘Basic Girl’ course at the first go.

Just make sure that you order PSLs the right way, ladies. Keep that sugar on the down low and go for soy and an extra pump of cinnamon, specially if the baristas look swamped. They actually enjoy difficult orders, no matter what their expressions say. To counter that caffeine kick, make sure you get your daily ‘om’ with Bikram Yoga in the evenings. And then, a decaf PSL.

After all, basic lives matter!

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This is a reminder to…

….be kind to yourself.

Maybe it’s one of those days, where things don’t feel right. Maybe, it’s the blues. Maybe self-doubt decided to say ‘hey’ and proceeded to stick around. Perhaps that led to sadness providing you with some unsolicited companionship. Your faults and flaws could be exceptionally conspicuous at this moment. Something could be in your head, clouding your thoughts and better reasoning. Maybe, common sense has decided to take a hike.

But, remember, it’s OKAY!

Just, be kind to yourself.

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Being back home…

I came back to my 1st home, Pune, after about 2.5 years. It felt different, yet familiar. The magic of belonging and not-belonging still holds true! There are so many new things in the city, that I felt quite lost and pleasantly so. This visit also saw some major changes happening, specially about my future visits and I am still upset about that!

One of the reasons for the visit was to make sure ze best friend gets married to her guy and doesn’t skip her own wedding! I ensured that by booking my tickets to India, insisting that she book our tickets to her home town and the wedding venue, and making sure to keep her in my sight during the last couple of days. We had fun last few days, shopping, eating Idlis and getting Mehendi done at my place on our last day in Pune. Going around on her scooty on her last day before traveling for her wedding, I felt really, really sad that this was going to be perhaps the last time we went about town. We both wondered when would we ever do this again, where we went out, bought a bunch of trinkets, had momos and went back home. Not having to worry about anything else. I feel terribly sad that I will have only the boys to hang out with whenever I come home next! Not that they are horrible people, but they are not my girls!

The wedding turned out to be quite fun. We had a mini hostel room reunion and it was great to catch up with the girls! I got to travel to the southernmost tip of India and checked off Kanyakumari from my bucketlist. The place is unique because it is a confluence point for three seas, the Bay of Bengal, Arabian Sea and the Indian Ocean. It was hot beyond reason, but we lived to tell the tale. Unfortunately, a tale of terrible behavior by tourists, lack of peace, and plastic trash everywhere. The Vivekananda Memorial was beautiful, and would have been amazingly peaceful, if the people would have been respectful. It was underwhelming, and disappointing. Luckily, the cab driver took us to another spot on the other edge of Kanyakumari, where there was no human in sight. Now, that was stunning! The water was so blue and clean, and the visibility was glorious so that we could see the nuclear plant of Kundankulam from the shore.

The rest of the trip is passing by in a daze of laziness, rains, humidity and gluttony. I have gotten drenched in rains in Pune more than I have seen rain in the last year in California. The monsoon has gained way too much speed right now, and my flights back to SD are causing a good amount of stress. The humidity has made my hair crazy but I am not complaining! The added task of filling buckets of soft water from kitchen tap to wash hair has been interesting, but apparently everyone does it here! The groundwater is hard and is terrible for skin and hair, and hence this exercise. Gluttony is at it’s peak per usual and I am on my see-food diet. I refuse to refuse food offered to me, and I have been downing everything as long as it is vegetarian. Bring on the street food, mom-made food, desserts, and my mint antacids like cherry on top. It has been glorious!

The biggest problem now is, how to deal with the gnawing pain of leaving home, again. I was hoping that I was used to this by now, but it still feels new just like back in 2009. All the euphoria of coming to motherland, to home, to family, is replaced by this weird nervousness of having to leave again during the last week. Anyone and everyone visiting HAS to say “Oh, she’s leaving this Saturday?! It’s almost here!” YES WE KNOW! I find it insanely annoying when they have to ask me about my next visit and if I would take as much time between visits like last time. I see my parents going about their daily life, and I wonder how they would continue after I leave. And I wonder how I would continue after I go back? This woe puts all the stupid dry hair, humidity, fatty food issues to shame.

Anyhoo, for now, this is all the fun stuff that I have to share. I am constantly monitoring the flood situation in Mumbai for my trip to the airport, and palpitating a bit. Hopefully, this stress will be for nothing, and I would be catching my flight without too much hassle. Here’s to wishing and hoping for the best!

See y’all on the other side of the globe!

 

 

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Of Mumbai rains, rails and ruination.

For the uninitiated(you shouldn’t be, and should read ALL my posts), I am from Pune, Maharashtra, India. Mumbai is 3 hours away and is quite easy to get to by trains, buses, shared cabs, and even flights. Yet, I avoid going there if it’s in my hands, which usually is not. I have to take a lot of my flights to and from Mumbai, and a lot of my visa work happens there. I just got back and had crazy Mumbai experiences in just one day. Everything was annoying and irritating, except the people. The people of Mumbai save the city, while the people from Pune(including, yours truly) are what takes the city down. All because of the torrential downpour and all that goes wrong with the city right away.

The rains! Holy moly! Now, I have mentioned earlier about how my feelings have turned around about rains, ever since I left Lonavala. I miss them, and when it rains the little bit in SD, I enjoy them. But Mumbai rains, are not rains. They feel like a punishment. I am not talking about the Sealink, Worli seaface, South Bombay kind of rains where people instagram rainy pictures with #mumbairains #rainandchai and all that fancy stuff that goes with it. I am talking about the ‘plastic bags floating in murky brown water and the constant feeling of something brushing against your leg’ kind of rain.

We had to go to Mumbai and reach somewhere right by 10 am, and so we left Pune well in time by 6 am. We were on the expressway and it was gorgeous everywhere! Lush green mountains, foggy valleys, milky waterfalls cutting the landscape in stripes, painted a beautiful scene and made for a wonderful drive. I was quite excited about the drive with that kind of a scene. That was, until we got to Mumbai. Our cab slowed down to a snail’s pace, and the rain that was rain earlier, turned into splashes of buckets. Within a couple of kilometers, we got stuck in knee-deep water. It was 9 by this time, and tempers were flying high, all mine. I was starting to panic and I was folding up my pants to get ready to walk the last couple miles if I absolutely had to! We could see some cars, bikes and a bus dying in the water and starting a terrible traffic jam. Somehow, we got through that terrible stretch and managed to reach our location in time. After a while, my mom called and told us about a bridge collapse in Andheri. And this driver forgot that he was driving a double decker bus and rammed it into an overhead horizontal barricade, thankfully without injuries to anyone.

My question is, HOW? How does this happen to Mumbai year after year? Every year the corporation claims that they have worked on the drains, the potholes, and consulted the meteorological department to plan well in advance for the monsoons so that they don’t wreak havoc on the city. Yet, that is all that happens. The authorities have an equal hand with the crazy monsoons to ensure that public life is disrupted. Specially after the deluges every year that claim lives, and the horrible footbridge collapse incident from last year, the blame game that goes on between state government, railway department and Mumbai corporation, is pathetic. Until tonight, rail officials and municipal corporations have been busy passing the responsibility to each other. While all this goes on, the common man suffers. Due to the closure of a lot of train tracks due to the bridge collapse, millions of people haven’t reached home yet.

This is a sorry state of affairs, and nobody knows how to solve it because the people responsible for solving it, don’t give a damn. Until they do, Mumbai people will deal with the rains in their amazing creative ways and their extremely helpful natures. I have heard powerful stories of human chains, and strangers coming together to help people through the floods. While the authorities slumber, the common man sweats.

Until then, good luck to me fishing for my floating flipflops, each time I go to Mumbai during monsoon. Well, atleast my feet did not get dirty in Mumbai. There was constant flowing water to wash them clean. 😉