War of the Worlds!
Did I think there would be a day, when I would no longer only wonder, what it would feel like to be a victim of the forces of nature?
The sky was overcast and the rains came suddenly, with no premonition of the intensity of the attack..
Caught unawares, the city was slow to react..
We've seen lots of rain before, but as the water pelted unceasingly, one realised that this wasnt a normal rainy day.
While I write this the entire city is plunged in darkness and many many feet of water..
I dont know when I will be able to leave work or reach home.
People have braved the rain...and remained stuck for the last 6 hours or more, in various modes of transport; Trains have been stopped. Flights cancelled; Cars float on flooded streets. People abandon umbrellas, accepting the futility and plodding on in waist deep water;
Anxiety runs high...contact to be established with family, friends, colleagues. One hears of a person gone missing. One hears rumours of water running 8 feet high...
The streets are enveloped in a shroud of darkness...broken in places by the dim headlights from slow traffic - of those who were brave to venture out of the office building and had to return. Telephone lines stopped working; Cellular phones have intermittent network; Air-conditioning switched off; lifts have stalled; circuits have blown a fuse; all modes of communication severed;
The cafetaria was raided savagely, people willing to chew on dry bread; Others pooling in forgotten remnants of biscuits, nuts, candy from drawers; one person contributing a bottle of whiskey from the boot of the car!
The financial capital of India, the pulse of a country of millions - brought to a standstill, the populations held hostage, by a superior force.
And I sit hear, with an open glass pane - the breeze on my face, bringing frequent splashes of water...watching..cant help admiring the music of the rain, the darkness interspersed with the myriad colours of fleeting headlights, of one solitary halogen lamp casting an orange glow, of dark figures splashing on flooded streets...and the night that has no end...
The sky was overcast and the rains came suddenly, with no premonition of the intensity of the attack..
Caught unawares, the city was slow to react..
We've seen lots of rain before, but as the water pelted unceasingly, one realised that this wasnt a normal rainy day.
While I write this the entire city is plunged in darkness and many many feet of water..
I dont know when I will be able to leave work or reach home.
People have braved the rain...and remained stuck for the last 6 hours or more, in various modes of transport; Trains have been stopped. Flights cancelled; Cars float on flooded streets. People abandon umbrellas, accepting the futility and plodding on in waist deep water;
Anxiety runs high...contact to be established with family, friends, colleagues. One hears of a person gone missing. One hears rumours of water running 8 feet high...
The streets are enveloped in a shroud of darkness...broken in places by the dim headlights from slow traffic - of those who were brave to venture out of the office building and had to return. Telephone lines stopped working; Cellular phones have intermittent network; Air-conditioning switched off; lifts have stalled; circuits have blown a fuse; all modes of communication severed;
The cafetaria was raided savagely, people willing to chew on dry bread; Others pooling in forgotten remnants of biscuits, nuts, candy from drawers; one person contributing a bottle of whiskey from the boot of the car!
The financial capital of India, the pulse of a country of millions - brought to a standstill, the populations held hostage, by a superior force.
And I sit hear, with an open glass pane - the breeze on my face, bringing frequent splashes of water...watching..cant help admiring the music of the rain, the darkness interspersed with the myriad colours of fleeting headlights, of one solitary halogen lamp casting an orange glow, of dark figures splashing on flooded streets...and the night that has no end...
posted by Itineranting at 10:35 PM
9 Comments:
The important thing is to have booze and smokes handy. Do you?
yeh.. just got an SMS from a friend.. she's in a similar position, only at the airport... ah, bombay, meri jaan..
P, got both. But strangely, all I want is my bed.
FG, not so much 'jaan' tonight!
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Update: The novelty has worn off; No sign of the weather improving..the waters get higher. We remain stuck(er). 2:52am
What a surreal event.
Yep, August. Surreal is the word. And yesterday & today have been equally tedious!
"night that had no end.." APT!
no posts in a long time. you okay??
Hope now is better?
Welcome Samudraa, hope you didnt have to suffer the deluge too..
HWSNBF, thank you for asking, but given the current mood a harmless question like that can make me ramble inanities like...what is the meaning of ok, is anyone ok, what is it to be ok, are you ok, is she ok...you get the drift?
Just kidding :)am ok!
A, pl see response to HWSNBF..similarly - is now ever better? Better than what? What is now? Is now dynamic?
But yes, now is better in terms of the weather..wouldnt you agree?
All - For these crazy responses I hold my dearly beloved Progga totally responsible. She believes I've been grumps and should write instead. So I did. Ami very obedient.
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