when it gets boring...

45 minutes, 30…20..15..13…10……is there something amiss with my Timex’s internal circuit? My unstable head starts doubting the reliability of the product. Past 45 minutes, I have been floating in the thin air. I first fly to Rajasthan, find myself by the road, enjoying a “bhutta”(corn along with the cob) shaded black at areas, an assault on it by the red hot coal ;the ‘nimbu’ rubbed over it along with just the adequate amount of salt. Ahh!!what a taste,I swallow the saliva that has made its home in my buccal cavity within as short a time as 3 minutes. A grumbling alarm from my tummy sounds like a happy kid who gets an ice cream after throwing a big tantrum. But my tummy is quite adjusted- kinda habituated to getting ignored..(it bears some analogy with my battered Nokia-5130, whose morning alarms continue after every 3 minutes of snoozing, until it gets tucked beneath the pillow and its vibrations  can no longer be sensed)..

Next moment, I find myself pitying the dog which heads in the direction of the door but soon changes its destination as it comes a little closer. I go back in time. Grandpa had a dog. It was brought by him when it was just a puppy and it grew up to become a beast and every time I used to visit his place, it used to scare the hell out of me. And needless to say, I was quite relieved to hear one day that it was dead(I sound quite rude, but excuse me for that. As a 10 year old, I was always frightened of its teeth).Now, I sigh on seeing the canine approaching the door. It might be infested with ticks, or lice or whatever. But suddenly it strikes-why a dog? And why am I seeing it at this place??

Fan is on..is it because of its rotating blades that I am getting goose bumps?..A musty odour follows and then the harsh melody of the big droplets reigns the atmosphere..voices are getting subdued. My clammy hands creep inside the hollow and are satisfied on feeling the contour of my umbrella. The drops diminish in diameter, and now what is persisting can be termed as a slight drizzle. I calculate-I am having a mild form of cold. Drenching in a slight down pour will not hamper much. If at all it does, it won’t be much. At the maximum, I may be down with a fever. Not very serious, chalta hai. I allow a smile invade into my drowsy face, thinking of other times I was out in the rain. Out I step in the rain and realize-there’s no better shower than this. Feet immersed in the tiny stream of free flowing surface water, umbrella nowhere to be seen, wetness on my face, I experience ecstasy!
       
Ecstasy,  doggy thoughts and ‘baarish’..a tour worth 45 minutes! “Present”, I respond to my roll call. All this time I have been sitting in the class and imagining things ! And in the 15 minutes preceding these heavenly 45 minutes, I was chatting with my friends regarding the so called “hot news” of our college. The professor was 15 minutes late!