Not just a rainy day...

Back to office after a lull, seems like an age since I obliged the familiar second home-like environ of my white elephant.
My editor says, “Look at you, there is so much of calm on your face. Eyes blank and swollen…err have you been on charas or sorts?”
Ahem…yeah sure. Drugged by medicines and boredom, does it qualify for ‘sorts’?
The point is I felt nice (for a change) returning to my turf with an Everest of work to attend to. Ah the routine feels refreshing today- run for the train, make it just on time, smile-smile at the security guards, pantry fellas, hey ho with colleagues and all the jazz just follows…

Oh this is hot news….The Indian team..you know the Twenty 20 champs, are here in Bombay, at Wankhede Stadium and the crowd is maddening, absolutely berserk, shouting, cheering for their hero’s while the team stood on a roofless BEST, waiving out at the junta. Crowd in such numbers is only seen during the visarjan time, especially when the Lalbaugcha Raja makes his way to Chowpathy for immersion. I wanted to be there too, to see the hero’s, scream and shout a little, though my voice is a little more than a croak, but heck who cares.
Wankhede is a sight to see, Bombay looks electrified and the lull that follows after Ganpati visarjan is non-existent, we’re an ionized lot filling the streets, Wankhede and the damp air is charged with pride, love for the nation, adulation for the winning blue. True, cricket is a religion in this country, and today Bombay is witnessing Gods live in action.
Oh the tricolour flags swaying high look brilliant, I haven’t seen so many flags even on the Independence Day.

Times and life of Nayha in the premises of TOI, times and life of Bombay- yay to this day!