I've lived the longest part of my life in Madras. More than a decade; and that too through my adrenaline pumped teens, college and my first job. I never really complained about the freaking heat here and was so accustomed to it, like it was normal.
Like most schools; we had what was called the "morning assembly", the stupid thing that it was, you had kids dropping like bowling pins thanks to the heat. Cricket in the summer heat during my school holidays was always the same - a bunch of skinny boys in over sized tees (or) banians (vest) screaming, sweating, panting and drenched completely with sweat. Burnt skin, not even a tan - was the sign of great endurance among the boys. Every guy back to school from the hols was probably 120 shades darker, and boy were we proud of it, it made us feel manly, like you've passed through the training sessions of SEAL team 6.
I look back today and wonder, WTF, was I insane? were the rest of us insane? cycling and playing this this heat of 42 degrees?! I blame the Brits, I think they had summer holidays during this time of the year - when you could probably go out in England - it was warm and pleasant and not freakin chilly.
I just stayed for barely 2 years in Bangalore and now i am back in Madras., after Bangalore, my tolerance for this weather has just vanished. So while Mumbai is being lashed with heavy rains, I stare into the blistering sky with a heavy heart, hoping it bloody rains.
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