Rantings Over the Phone #2

If you live in Mumbai in 2014 you'd know that when summer came along it was scorching hot and now that the rains are here you're wading in knee deep piss water. Well it's not piss water, it's paan and roadside garbage and dog poop and piss water (that is, assuming dogs are the only stray animals on the streets of wherever you live. No? Too bad.)

Well between these two extremes there is a time when it gets unbearably hot and sweaty and you're waiting for the skies to pour but all it gives you is a windy evening, like the passing fart that warns you about a larger terror that may or may not strike in the next couple of minutes in the form of eye-watering, nostril-flaring fumes of last night's curry.

You know what I'm talking about don't you, you pretentious nose-clincher.

My conversation with Phil the Rapper started off with some taunts to the weather too.

Me: Its too hot these days. I don't allow it. *frowns*
Phil: Yeah I don't know how the heat elves got away with it man.
Me: Heh yeah heat elves. Hate those. Also, the rain monkeys are playing tricks on us. They make it really windy outside and then run away like 'oh you thought it was going to rain? Haha gotcha!' And then taunt us with mild drizzles every now and then.
Phil: I know! Proper government certified idiots them. But they'll only be able to do this till June end, then the unicorn island minions take over anyway. Hah...en deir phes.
Me: haha!

And at other times we're making really lame rhymes

What!? I told you they'd be lame.

(wink)