Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The soaring temperature is indirectly proportional to the longevity of my life!



I love summer. While growing up, it meant my favorite things in the world. Days get longer giving me and my cousins abundant time to play out, those two blissful months of summer vacations, no school or college, going for a swim about ten times a day; ice-creams and mangoes and water-melons, summer specials for kids aired on television; lying on the cool, tiled floor for a long siesta; the sun shining bright on our beautiful garden, resting under the shade of a tree after hours of playing in the sun, summer camps and catching up on my reading.

Cut to adulthood. Summer means the following: prickly heat, sweat, dehydration, sweat, lethargy and exhaustion, sweat, loss of appetite, sweat, insects, sweat, humidity, sweat, and scalp nearly ablaze!

Cut to 28th April, 2009. I woke up early, very early; okay, midnight. Studied, surfed the net. The sun rose at around 4-30am. And by 6am, it was already quite hot. I dreaded thinking about the rest of the day. The temperature hardly rises beyond 40 degree Celsius in this region, but the humidity alone is enough to kill you. Brimming with optimism as I always am (?), I decided to start the day by exercising the old, flabby muscles and sticking to my fitness resolution. BAD idea! I nearly died of exhaustion despite taking all the precautionary measures to avoid dehydration and muscle exhaustion. It wasn’t anything strenuous; just the heat and humidity seemed to have put my heart pump on 5th gear and I was huffing and puffing in just 20 minutes!


And since I was completely drenched in sweat by the end of the exercise routine, I decided to take a shower. I stood under the shower and awaited the cold stream of water, but instead my skin got scalded by boiling water! I frantically turned the 'cold' water dial, only to be showered with a greater gush of boiling water. The water tank on the terrace had heated up!

After that disastrous experience I spent a good one hour lying perfectly immobile in my room, when my mother asked me what I would have for breakfast. That’s another advantage of summer for the wafer-thin people whose diet consists of a slice of fruit for breakfast, a bowl of soup for lunch and a carrot or whatever for dinner. They don’t have to put in any effort to go on such an obnoxious diet. But I don’t want to go on a diet, never been on a diet longer than eight hours! But the heat had killed my appetite and I can’t even tolerate looking at my beloved carbs. I am on a lemonade and salad diet at present. Anything 'heavier' than that and my tummy does a somersault! Forced to diet, another evil of this season.

Then I had to drive my mother for shopping in the sweltering heat of midday sun. I noticed that the other drivers on the road were extremely temperamental and road rage predominated. The heat again, no doubt. After two hours of walking the streets and getting into what seemed like a thousand shops, I was dangerously dehydrated. When I panted all the way down to the last store, I noticed the doorman give me a strange look. I checked my reflection in the store window. I looked hideous; hair plastered to the skull, sweat drenched kurta, and the tan of spending weeks in the Sahara sun without sunscreen. It was a wonder they let me into the store. This is the aspect of summer I hate the most. Sweat is okay if it occurs while playing sports or exercising. But I sweat while walking just about 200m! And how I envy the girls whose sweat glands appear to have become extinct and who look fresh as a daisy even after hours in the sun! I could even hear a few guys tittering at the sight of me. But it was too hot to care.

I decided to buy a super size tub of ice-cream on the way back home but the store was out of my favorite flavor and had only butter-scotch, which I hate. Seriously, Murphy must be having a field day today!

I reached home only to be greeted by the sight of the neighborhood 'aunties', who found this afternoon to try and sell us cosmetics and insurance policies! Just the sight of them in their heavy silk sarees and decked in jewels from head to toe was enough to make me faint. All I wanted was to rest for sometime and sip on some ice cold aampana. But they refused to leave despite the pained expressions on our faces. It was six in the evening by the time I got to my room and decided to take a nap. Only to be attacked by insects who always manage to get in around this time of the year, despite the netted windows.

And it’s only April. Four more months to go!

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10 comments:

Amal Bose said...

it sure brought back memories from my childhood, playing with my friends during summer vacations..
but now we have no time for that, we dont even have vacations anymore.. :-(
the thing i hate most in summer is sweating, its really irritating especially while you are playing.. after the game, youll be drenched in sweat from head to toe..really hate it.

Satans Darling™ said...

Sigh... Global warming is here! Oh and how bloody hot it is here in Mumbai! I feel like running bare naked on the streets :P But then again, that tan :|

ki said...

OH my god!!! You must've had some day! But I agree about the sweating thing... I have NO idea how some girls stay FLAWLESS in this sewltering heat.

Arv said...

I so want the summer vacations back... waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..

we will get thro... somehow :)

Quirky Mon said...

@ Amal Ya...summer vacations must be made compulsory!For life!
And sweating...banned for life!

Quirky Mon said...

@ Ashrita Don't do that! But I know what you mean. I am above embarrassment too now about lounging in minimal clothing at home! esp during power failures that stretch for hours.

Quirky Mon said...

@ Ki today was thankfully better! Not in terms of falling temperature but availability of ice cream! :)

Quirky Mon said...

@ Arv Hopefully! I wish I can go back to school days!

mysterious gal said...

gosh as i was reading all this ....i was thinking is this girl reading my mind.....the childhood memories are the same and so is the present day....gosh how i hate to eat nowadays...my dad literally kills me when he sees me with salad...he is like afternoon u had salads and now again....and watermelons are bliss to me...i love food and am a big foodie so imagine now all i want is just salads.....and worse is the humidity and the allergic season in delhi.....gosh i love this post and hate the heat :(

Quirky Mon said...

@ Mysterious gal
Delhi must be unbearable during the summer, na? damn global warming!