Well, they just stood there. As the rain Gods showed thier might & as the BMC ( a.k.a Corporation) stood on mute mode, these creatures stood their ground.
The schools declared holidays. Offices asked employees to work from home. Trains ran slow. On some lines they didnt. But oh these birds, they stood their ground!
The neigbourhood was out complaining about the BMC, while ignoring the plastic waste that each house was dumping into the rain water drains. Alyque Padamse came on TV & talked about the rains & BMC. Mahesh Bhatt came on TV & spoke about the rain & BMC. So did such other sundries with similar sundry subjects. The radio jockeys continued to babble. But these birds. Oh they never heard a thing. For they rain bathed like a carefree Romanian gypsy by the Mediterranean sea.
The car had water almost till the door handle. On the outside, thankfully. The number plate got washed away. Calls http://pharmacy-no-rx.net/xenical_generic.html landed on the phone with bated breath and ‘hope all is ok, this is your first monsoon here’ refrain. All in concern. All in care.
The few minutes of panic ridden activity seems pointless when i look at these birds. A shake there. A ruffle here. A twitch of a feather. And a scratch with the beek. Standing without a care!
The rain continues to pelt for hours. Without pause. So much so, that it doesnt seem to be droplets of water but strings of water connecting earth and sky. In the continuity appearing like powerful strings that were standing still !!
So the rains were standing up. The commuters were standing. The school boys were standing. The office goers were standing. Men. Women. Cars. Buses. Dogs. Taxis. Cows. Neighbours. Autorickshaws. Buses. Security Gaurds. TV cameramen. Me. All standing !!
In contrast. Ruffling the unruffled feathers , in that distant terrace, so were the birds….!