“Rain” has different meanings for different people. For some, it’s a sign of relief from the scorching heat of summer; for some, it’s an opportunity to get wet deliberately and do some cha-cha-cha; for children especially, it’s is a time to do splatter; for elderly it’s a time to sit back and relish their favourite home made cuisines. Likewise, for a seed, it’s a hope of rejuvenation and for a bird it’s a blessing to quench its long time thirst. In fact, it won’t be wrong if I pronounce ‘Rain’ as the lifeline of this Earth.
Just like everyone else, rain used to have significance to me too. I come from a hill station and for me, Rain always meant an emerald mood; the revitalization; the rainbow extending between mountains; the fog, rising up from valleys to cover the mighty hills and playing hide and seek with them; and a time when umpteen waterfalls glorify the mountains and even the barren rocks turn green in celebration. The ambiance used to be such that you couldn’t resist the feeling of picking up your favourite umbrella and handy camera and just disappear to soak in this nature’s jamboree. It used to be a time of jubilation. But as they say, Change is the law of the Nature” and same is true for me. However, in my case “The Nature” didn’t change its nature; I changed nature of ‘The Nature’ by changing place where the meaning of rain changed altogether.
The onset of rain (which is seldom) is welcome here as well because it signals the end of ‘Loo’ (summer hot wind); But along comes a huge crisis. The rains if scanty, makes your life miserable. You can barely stay outdoors as it is too much humid out there. Your entire body is drenched in sweat all the times and it is simply impossible to get rid of. You can’t bear the uncomfortable feeling. It’s a hell tough job to travel, deliver lectures entire day and demonstrate the experiments in such horribly baking and soggy conditions. You are completely exhausted; mentally, physically and environmentally. There is only one place where you can be optimistic to have some respite from nature’s bane that is the air-conditioned area of your abode. Consider it equivalent to heaven in this awfully trying time. You can’t stop yourself from blessing the person who invented AC. He made life worth living in such dreadful places and appalling times.
Though, I am aware of the fact that the usage of AC is not good for our environment. Air-conditioners are known for the emission of chemicals which are responsible for depletion of the life saving ozone layer in the upper atmosphere. Ozone is the safety valve against the harmful UV rays (the agent behind skin cancers). I am from science faculty. I often come across various other environmental hazards and frequently motivate my students to do something for the betterment of humankind. I personally do have good intentions and constantly try to improve my habits so that we have a green and clean environment. But when it comes to AC, I just want to go deaf even to my inner voice. Though, I never heard anybody dying of excess moisture in air. I mean you won’t die but you won’t feel alive either. All day, you just keep mumbling, “Oh God! It’s too hot today.”
Please people bear with me or pray to God to be little gentle and make seasons slightly endurable. I can’t explain how I miss that refreshing monsoon of hills; that misty beginning of the day; that floral umbrella of mine; that roaming on The Mall in the rain; that impromptu escape in to the countryside; that hot cup of tea at a stall along roadside. How I wish to get lost in those extensive woods and that eternal miasma. In short, I totally miss the fun that ‘Rain’ used to be.