Monsoon is a feature of Indian sub-continent. The rainy season is upon us and with a vengeance this time. There are water-logged streets and homes everywhere, thanks to effective drainage management of Kolkata Municipal Corporation. Businesses, including IT, are being affected as employers cannot easily commute with public transport being almost down or minimally operating in places, most private vehicles are also incapable of negotiating the high water level in streets. It is appalling to see a major metropolitan city brought down to its knees by few days of rain. Even the dataone broadband connection is acting up. Irrespective of all the problems I love monsoon.

I love the rainy season. I love the incessant rains and thunderstorms, I love getting wet in the rain, I love standing in the thunderstorms looking in awe at the incredible forces of nature, I love seeing all the dust and dirt washed away by a heavy downpour, I love the scent of earth before a thunderstorm, I love the wet but fresh streets after. I even love trundling down the waterlogged streets. Monsoon gives me new joy and enthusiasm.

In our mechanized society and increasingly mechanical lifestyle, I love aberrations, I love when nature shows her strength and power.

There is something about nature which attracts me immensely. I would love to spend years in solitude in a place of splendorous natural beauty like Hrishikesh, up in the mountains.