Sometimes, An Umbrella Is All You Need

People on the road stare at me when I do a Raj Kapoor with my new found umbrella. My brolly is solemn black with a passion red strip bordering its circumference. As an onlooker you see me treating it offhandedly, but what I do is I just keep my umbrella up and awake by putting its feet on the ground with a plod sound and shaking its entire body up so that it remains service-ready. You never know when the sky can turn grey and ungracious.

The other day I was standing in front of McDonald’s. Its giant glass door caught my attention and the next second I was staring at my partly drenched figure and the slightly overworked umbrella clinging on to my side pocket. In the middle of the rigmarole, I was staring at a scene taken straight from the Bollywood script (Hollywood would have been far-fetched) – a guy waiting earnestly for his partner on a rainy day to take her around. Imagination, you see. It can attack you even in the least convenient time.

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I carry this portable roof with me not because it triggers my imagination, but it also gives me silent company when I walk alone. You know how it feels to have someone by your side, and especially when that someone reminds a bereaved son of his father and his animated walk holding it as a prop.

At the end of the day, I hang it on the top edge of the shoe rack. Safely.

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When Tata Safari Storme took Mumbai Bloggers for the XtremeDrive

On an unassuming Saturday, something happened out of the script. After sundown, I somehow managed to drag myself to Chitrakoot Grounds, a place that did n’t seem any interesting to me. As someone who is not much into cars (more so when it comes to speeding cars), the prospect of Tata Safari Storme taking Mumbai on #XtremeDrive wasn’t much savory, to begin with.

What happened next is a delicious piece of history. My thirst and destiny took me the way Red Bull drink was served. As a snobbish self-proclaimed intellectual, I parked myself on one of the chairs trying to figure out how on earth driving a car can be such a grandiose event.  I got my answer.

It’s hard to emote how overwhelming it was to find hundreds of bloggers – cute and solemn, young and grown (like me) gearing up for the extreme drive. The intense curiosity on their faces, the tapping of their feet in impatience, and their elation at the sight of those cars spinning like acrobats made me alive and kicking.

Poor me! How I felt deprived by choice. The tipping point of the evening arrived (for me) when a black Safari Storme found my attention. It was racing through the turf and bellowing a smoke of sand behind it. That handsome car went on to achieve a rare feat. Luckily for me, I am always game for rarity. After having donned the role of a spectator, it was time to push myself to the extremes of tumults and take the ride.

But before that, I had my share of Blogger Biryani and Speed Sweet. If not for anything else, the elaborate dinner made the evening even more worthy.  And yes the cool black T-shirt from @indiblogger fitted me well enough to flaunt it anywhere I go.