Oh Humidity!!! How Cruel Art Thou!!!

They say that the weather in the park is always a few degrees lower from its surrounding area. Well when it comes to humidity, you just inverse that assumption and multiple by, hmmm, say 10 (give and take). That’s how high the humidity can be (and in another inverse, the josh is poosh, please don’t try to ask that too).

So you’re one mass of sweat. You’re sweating, or should I say dripping, or even leaking, from all possible parts of your body. Your tee, your vest, have become a part of your skin. You have no clue where your skin ends and your tee begins. Your shorts look like as if you peed in them, and you’re still peeing cause they are still dripping, and for no good reason you’ve begun to froth (that’s if you were me)! So now you know how poor Mandakini felt under that damn waterfall with all your inside on display out.

You curse the weather, you beat your chest and cry out, “Rain, Rain, what have I done to you, how have I offended you, where are you”. And if that that wasn’t enough, you let out a shrill wail, “Rain Gods, Rain Gods, why have you foresaken me?” Well not this dramatically, or blasphemously, but you do utter silent curses under your breath, in your head. 

You huff and you puff and you try to get that bloody run done. But then the weather seemed to be smiling and telling you, “You can’t hurry love, you just have to wait, Running in this weather don’t come easy, it’s a game maintain your pace” making you wonder if the weather is ever going to let up, and no matter how fast you try to run you can’t get away from it. Even the deer seem to be stumbling, rushing trying to get away from the brutal humidity. Somewhere, in the back of your head, a voice is singing “Showers of blessings, showers of blessings we need, sweating we have done aplenty but for the showers we plead.”

But even in this humidity why do we continue to run. Firstly you get the opportunity to meet and run with some awesome runner, Comrades finishers, taking in the experience and advice they have to share. You are running in pristine greenery, and your nose filled with the sweet feel of the forest and flowers in bloom, intoxicating your senses. You get to meet friends, who you would have not met if you ran your usual days. Some flaunting their sexy legs, others giving you a tight and warm hug (the only warmness that’s welcome), since it’s been a long while since you met. Not to forget your sweet friend with the cutest and brightest and sunniest of smiles, which can effectively brighten any boring run. And yes most importantly you have you mr buddy, with whom you continue to yap with the whole way through, and up the slopes, a chit-chat Run.

So no matter how humid the weather maybe, you’ll continue to run but never missing a beat and complaining, “Oh Humidity! How cruel art thou!!!”

P.S. if the humidity doesn’t kill you then the civic sense, or the lack of it, will surely do the trick. The number of empty plastic bottles that we found strewn at the top of the Kanheri slope was surprising, cause these weren’t small 500 ml bottles but the 1 litre ones and most of them not Bisleri. The surprising thing was that the dustbin was visible and nearby. How lazy and irresponsible can we get?

And who gets their four wheelers and two wheelers to the park and then effectively cause a jam, in the park! Thrill seeking youngster speeding with their vehicles, effectively putting life in danger, not to forget to poor runners, cyclists and walker. And is that wasn’t enough they park at the side, keep the doors open and keep chatting, moving the incoming vehicles on to the runners who are cooling down and stretching. When you tell them l they have the audacity of saying that if you asked them politely they would have moved, makes you wonder if they thought you were their paid employee (damn I didn’t even utter a single colourful word).

All this makes you want to exclaim “Oh God, where art thou, when they were teaching civic sense!!!”