This has possibly been the worst summer that I have witnessed. With temperatures touching 47 degrees Centigrade, we simmered, and there were fantastic cartoons that floated all over WhatsApp.
The horrible summer has been replaced by an equally horrible monsoon, which has been characterised by the lack of rain, and extremely high levels of humidity. I detest hot, humid weather, even though the Chinese once told me that it is good for the skin.
Road rage is on the rise, with temperatures of the drivers rising with the daily sun.
In all this, I finally figured why we Indians pray, and with the increasing existence of temples in India, I think that climate change has something to do with it!
During the winter, we are, initially happy. However, our homes are built for the summer, and when the January fog starts to creep between our stockinged feet, we start to pray for warmer weather.
During the months of February and March, when the temperatures are not bad at all, we pray for the year to stay this way. Alas, our prayers are never answered.
We pray for a mild summer, and once in a while we get a summer that is a real scorcher (compared to the normal level of scorching summer), and we pray for the rains.
At the time the rains are around the corner, we go crazy, and really, really pray for the rains…
When the rains do come, after the initial relief, we realise that the corrupt contractors and politicians have, once again, made mockery of the promises they made. When the waters rise to alarming levels on the roads (which cave in from time to time), we pray for the monsoons to end, and for the festive season to start.
At various points during the year, we pray that El Niño and La Niña don’t create havoc and generate new siblings, else the price of vegetables and fruit will rise….
When the festive season comes around, we pray that the prices of gifts are not too high, and that the crackers are not as smoky as we normally have them.
Man, however, does not heed this, and around Diwali, smoke from the crackers fills the air, and we pray to God to remove the smoke as quickly as possible.
Winter then sets in, and the cycle starts all over again…..
And so, we pray. I finally realised why we Indians pray.
God is indeed sleeping in His Heaven, and the priests (and politicians) laugh their way to the bank……..