Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Driving in the rains

Cluck-squeesh-cluck-squeesh-cluck-squeesh

The wipers are desperately fighting the incessant droplets banging on my windshield. The excitement of the commuters leaving early from work seems to be compounded by this heavy downpour gracing their return journey – as if the skies are celebrating their little joys of saving a few hours on a Monday. The road ahead, barely visible, is glittering with red and yellow lights from all directions.

Legs are busy negotiating the three levers below and mind is busy reviewing the changes being filmed like a flashback. The helmet visors which needed frequent wiping with the palms a few months ago have been replaced by this windshield. The hands which expertly maneuvered the handlebars and steered their way through crowds are impatiently waiting on the bulky wheel – the grip a little lose by sweat or moisture. The heart had reasons then – reasons which reason didn't understand – to remove the helmet, to feel the wet winds gushing on the face, to feel the prickling droplets beating against the skin, to twist the throttle. The heart has reasons now – reasons which are seemingly reasonable – to press those tiny buttons which close the windows, to cut the wet winds coming inside, to decelerate the pace.

Cluck-squeesh-cluck-squeesh-cluck-squeesh

The sound of the wipers is more distinct now – pronouncing their existence – the existence of an anti-force, trying to erase tiny signs of life from a distant glass surface. The windows have just sealed the doors with a thud – almost insulating the honks, the engine roars, and the noise of waters splashing everywhere. The leather shoes, the formal clothes, and probably even the laptop carry-case are thankful that they aren't getting spoilt – those non-living creatures glimmering with the thought that they won. And life lost it. Its still beating against the numerous windshields, window panes and jammed roads.


6 comments:

Solitary Reaper said...

Superbly Expressed...

kt said...

nice :)
and congratulations for ur very own 4-wheels..pop out of it sometime while coming back from the office to hear the click squeesh from the outside :)

-kanishk

Chandra said...
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Chandra said...

till i become one like u - I pity u!!

Rajeev said...

aah...i loved it. the nostalgia, the change, the adjustment in the new environment- so palpable, yet so subtly expressed.

Sanket Bhale said...

Good commentary on our sad lives...Got drenched to the bones few days back, without worrying bout formal clothes and leather shoes...
Laptop was kept 'safe' though!