rough weather for some

if i was the weatherman. and i worked in MET department in mumbai, i would be ready to fling myself out of the closest window.

we got four days days of incessant rain. every road is wet and flooded. every building is dripping and looking mossy green. every kid can tell the bloody monsoons have hit us. except...yeah, except the above mentioned weatherman.

once again, the monsoon has snuck up on mumbai. the weather guys say they were caught unaware. a rogue cloud that was heading for brazil decided to relieve itself on us. a westerly wind meant for the easterly direction turned renegade and rained on our parade.

for heavens sake, these are huge bloody clouds. they've been sitting on top of the city for days, building themselves up, bit by bit. and what did the weather guys think. " Oh, guess what Cloud-dark-as-thunder is just building up his strength, just resting his tired legs before he heads all the way to brazil."

" and you see those guys, those big-daddy-o-one's, they're just wafting around, pretending to look like monsoon clouds."

Really, where do they get these guys from. What exactly do you need to study to become a MET officer. The ancient study of runes? Astrology for Dummies? The art of getting it wrong every time?

And what about the weatherman's kids. What do they do. Can they insult dad by openly carrying an umbrella just after he's said no chance of rain today. Does his wife snigger when he says, "looks like today will be dry and sunny."

Or does she just run out and pull the clothes off the clothesline?