BAMBAI KI SARDI !

A cold wave has swept the city. Brrrr...Temperatures are dropping day by day. People everywhere are covered from head to toe. Designers are getting creative with new stylized jackets sweaters mufflers ponchos stoles...even monkey-caps. One lingerie designer has racy woolies displayed at his various stores. People walk with robotic movements with their hands in their own pockets for a change, and that’s nothing to do with style this time. Nobody on the streets with people so used to flaunt their bindass attitude with their top one two buttons undone…and females, with no display of flesh. Boy, am I dejected? Nobody wants to latkofy from the train doors, welcoming the warmth generated in the crowed indoors. People crowd around at roadsides taking shekoti from the lighted fire. Couples (not only girl+boy) do not feel the need to escape to Matheran Mahableshwar Khandala Lonavla for whatever gratification. People eat garma-garam bhajias and drink hot tea and this time have got a valid reason for the evening coupla' pegs. Electricity costs are at an all time low with people switching off fans ACs coolers. Someday it will snow and we will have ice golas made of them with flavours of kala-katta and raspberry and orange.

But the thin-blooded people of Bombay are sssshivering…and anything which is not to their liking or comfort is instantly disliked. They rant and crib and phone their relatives in far off places and tell them (with the chattering of teeth for added effect) about the bitter cold. ...while I sit in the loo and crap!
Bapu knocks at the door and shouts, "how much more time?!! Come out and go take a bath.”
Bath! I wonder, with water!! Am gonna be a dead man!!!