Its the time of the year, when monsoons soon approach and the first showers soothe city dwellers.
From the time immemorial.... emm actually its just past a few days back, I have been receiving several invites for the rain dance. -For kings who do not comprehend- its something like the taking your bath with the ceiling-shower. The only dissimilarity is that you have hundreds of accomplices with those sexy moves of theirs, smelling of sweat + their after-showers which they very often use to attain the ''irresistible fragrance''.. ahh!
And who cares if they skip the daily baths and take brace of those ''verrry verrrry sexyyy'' deos [which, according to the tv adds, have the ability to steam out the swimming pools and get women close to you, which horny looks, of course!] But when such invites pile up, ladies & gentlemen, they're the first ones to hit the ''I'm attending'' option considering the RSVP. Boom! Its manifest, how could they skip the most awaited ''bathe with the babes'' alliance, even though who cares about bathing daily? Come on! You always have the good deo!
Well, speaking of those times of natural heavy pour, or ''is the world gonna end?'' as they call it, here they are, covered in plastic burkhas along with the polka-dotted or animal printed umbrellas, of course, one of which suits the trend, and the one which doesn't, makes you a trend setter ;)
All these instances remind me of last year, when I told my cousin, from a small part of the state, that I had to end our conversation on phone to get ready for the rain-dance when she misunderstood it as, ''cane-dance''. After a while, some text beeped my phone telling me that she was confused about the tradition of using canes & bamboos for a party. When after coming back it took me quite some time to make her understand that it was we dancing in the rain rather than we jumping with a canes impersonating native Americans. God! Moments of Disgrace?
From the time immemorial.... emm actually its just past a few days back, I have been receiving several invites for the rain dance. -For kings who do not comprehend- its something like the taking your bath with the ceiling-shower. The only dissimilarity is that you have hundreds of accomplices with those sexy moves of theirs, smelling of sweat + their after-showers which they very often use to attain the ''irresistible fragrance''.. ahh!
And who cares if they skip the daily baths and take brace of those ''verrry verrrry sexyyy'' deos [which, according to the tv adds, have the ability to steam out the swimming pools and get women close to you, which horny looks, of course!] But when such invites pile up, ladies & gentlemen, they're the first ones to hit the ''I'm attending'' option considering the RSVP. Boom! Its manifest, how could they skip the most awaited ''bathe with the babes'' alliance, even though who cares about bathing daily? Come on! You always have the good deo!
Well, speaking of those times of natural heavy pour, or ''is the world gonna end?'' as they call it, here they are, covered in plastic burkhas along with the polka-dotted or animal printed umbrellas, of course, one of which suits the trend, and the one which doesn't, makes you a trend setter ;)
All these instances remind me of last year, when I told my cousin, from a small part of the state, that I had to end our conversation on phone to get ready for the rain-dance when she misunderstood it as, ''cane-dance''. After a while, some text beeped my phone telling me that she was confused about the tradition of using canes & bamboos for a party. When after coming back it took me quite some time to make her understand that it was we dancing in the rain rather than we jumping with a canes impersonating native Americans. God! Moments of Disgrace?
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