Hope For The Monsoon To Arrive Soon
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If you watch out for the weather forecast of Malaysia, it does not give you any instinct of how dramatic the weather changes are going to be. If you live long enough in Malaysia, you are easily a soothsayer capable of predicting the weather forecast earlier than the newscaster is to report on television. For a tropical country like Malaysia situated right on the line of Equator, climatic condition is humid and hot throughout the year, it’s insipid and bland, no drama.
Last week in Kuala Lumpur, I was engaged in a mood to find out the present climatic condition of India on TV before heading there. A clip was aired on TV news showing groups of Indian peasants raising their hands high and widely embracing to the sky feeling grateful over the soaring draught that has finally reached an end. It means the rainstorms brought along by the monsoon have begun to sweep in to the inner region of India. It begins to show signs of rainfall after enduring through the soaring hot season for the months before coming into present wet season of June.
So, does it mean that by now Tiruvannamalai will begin to receive rainfalls bring forth by the monsoon? The answer is a No – not yet.
India is so vast that the climatic condition of the southern tip of Tamil Nadu has little relation to the region of the far north. While the central and northern region of India now are receiving monsoon rain comes from the south west, Chennai including Tiruvannamalai of Tamil Nadu in the south east are not affected by the present monsoon where most of the farmers and peasants in India are now jubilating for. Cities like Delhi, Mumbai and Calcutta begin to receive heavy rainfalls during these months of June, July and August. For Chennai of Tamil Nadu, its turn will arrive only in October. That could have translated as – Tiruvannamalai remains as hot as before for you to unlock your Nehru collar.
I am getting acclimatized to the weather In Tiruvannamalai after settled down for a week here. Not that Kuala Lumpur is cooler, but Kuala Lumpur has a higher humidity. That may cool down the heat a little. In Tomato’s home, the heat would start to build up in the room by noon like a clay oven tandoor. Stray dogs get topsy-turvy before watching them running into the shades. It is a no joke when it really gets heated up. Temperature in the room could rise up to a burning 35 degree Celsius.
The weathered old window screeched and shuddered as I forced it open. Opening the doors of the room hoping for a greater flow of ventilation doesn’t work its way out. Splashing my body with tap water doesn’t help to cool my body down either. When a room is trapped with heat, it is not completely a bad wrench after all. Doing laundry has become an easier task. The moment I twisted the laundry from the washing bucket for drying and suspended them over the arm chair in the room, an hour or two later you may harvest the laundry.
When I was in Kashgar of Xinjiang many years ago, I remember a roommate of mine who shared the same lodge did a frantic pursuit which according to him was effective to cool down our heating hot room. So, he carried a bucket of water and splashed it over the floor of the room. I had an instantaneous squeak. I was overwhelmed by his frantic idea but remained calm. Over in Malaysia or even in India, we do not normally acted in such a pursuit hoping to cool down the temperature of the room. Perhaps, it’s a norm if you do it in the outdoor. That was a culture shock.
“No worries, it’ll dry up in an instant while”, the roommate was confident and at the same time showing his pride in wanting me to trust him. True enough, a full bucket of water that was splashed on the floor in the room dried up soon. Furniture and cupboards were kept dried still. Living in Kashgar for outsiders, our skin may dried up easily as the sweat emitting through the sweat glands is evaporated before it moistens our skin, that causes us nettle-rash. That was an indication of how dry the weather in Xinjiang is. If you clumsily follow such a pursuit in Malaysia, not that you only get a free bash up for blowing up the room, but you would also be kicked out of the house. The water will hardly dry up. One man’s meat is another man’s poison. Never try out such a pursuit in Tiruvannamalai.
It’s been a rare day today and yesterday - an outcast windy day. The sun is hidden shyly by the cloud over the horizon. When there is no sun, there is less heat. When there is less heat, there is less sweating. Sitting with our legs crossed, our mind tends to establish a subtle calmness when we feel the gentle blow of the breeze. Our mind is retracted so not to be shaken by wild thoughts and our major plexuses are aligned to the energy axis of muladhara to sahasrara. A chanting of the name of Guru Yogi Ram with a melody that vibrated to the ears was audible when I was at the pathway walking home. I could hear the faithful people chanted - Yogi Ramsuratkumar, Yogi Ramsuratkumar, Yogi Ramsuratkumar, Jaya Guru Raya” in a low but overpowering voice without stop. Every day, faithful people after another take turn to do the chant that lasted from morning till dusk. That was a belief and of faith, a strong one that the faithful people have unto the Bhagavan Guru.
At the nearby neighbourhood when I was walking home, Pramu had a sudden pounce from the shade under a tree very forcefully against me. He took some fault against me as an outsider who does not belong to his neighbourhood. Like an old Chinese saying, he has been picking bones from eggs and being hypercritical to find fault over nothing. Having met Pramu is a ganglion wound in the making. Pramu, being a dominant male of the neighbourhood, behaves neurotically irrational. Pramu immerses a great tendency to find fault at newcomer at his wish. One fine morning, Pramu took no counsel but to find fault at me again, but there had been no attack yet.