Rains, CM & C’mmon Man Bechara

Its been raining heavily in the Capital. The poor, dented, pot-holed roads are getting water logged as usual. The aftermath? Endless hours wasted in navigating through clogged traffic to and fro office.

Breaking all records, this year even the VVIP roads got submerged under water adding an extra frown on the PM’s forehead, when one cloudy morning, his convoy got stranded in knee-deep water right in front of his residence. Did he complaint or voice his disapproval to the CM? Or forgave her in his usual taciturn way? We never know. But Ms. Dixit did come out with another one of her placid, janta-jaaye-bhaad-mein comment, “If you want to stay away from traffic woes, do pray to God to stop the rains”. How convenient. When you don’t get anyone else to pass the blame on, throw the responsibility on the ever-strong shoulders of none-other-than God himself.  Aakhir bhagwan kab kaam aayenge…

In the meantime, the common man donned his/her raincoat and unfurled the umbrella to dive into the pool of dirty, pollutant-ridden river to wade  through to and fro workplace.

And as for myself…Well, I always wanted to canoe through the water ways of Venice knowing fully well that this wish is never going to be fulfilled at least in this janam. But the angels heard me and in an expansive mood brought the waterways down to our Mahaan nation Bharat.

While Ms. Dixit sits comfortably in her secretariat, which from the exterior looks like a plush five-star hotel, twirling her grey locks, with one impatient finger, waiting for the clock to strike the closing hour whence she can swoosh past all traffic back to her cozy den, the common man sweats it out on the choc-o-bloc roads adding some more H2O to the already lapping torrents around its mud-caked feet . Haai re kismet!