Summersault

IT'S THE summer time and the weather is fine...

Gonna clutch to fun and touch the skies...

Shaggy surely stirs up a soothing sight in the mind - the sun bathed beaches, crystal clear waters lapping the shores and your sensibilities too as you listen to some reggae and the ragas sipping from a chilled can of beer. Exchange the cold days for the sun, as the Scorpions put it once, exchange all the troubles for fun, the frozen mind releases its yearning for a bright blue sky.

But, this Paradise is far away. It takes a lot to make it what it promises to be. The reverie is broken with the earth turning into a sizzling pan and you into a sponge caught in a traffic snarl at Khairatabad absorbing the rivulets of sweat trickling down the face. Sunburnt face, to be more precise.

Folks, it's summer again and the time is ripe to open the closet and fish out those cool cottons and shades for the city is going to simmer and sizzle in the next three months. Hardly out of winter, the Hyderabadis are already reeling under the onslaught of the oppressive heat which seems to have an undying appetite to drain you of all energies.

The tar on the road has begun to melt with the sun beating down -- straight and relentless. Everything seems to burn, bodies and bonnets. The smell of burnt rubber permeates the place. The eyes blink at the blinding glare of the sun. Automobile exhaust is the final ingredient into this lethal atmospheric concoction that is sure to convert traffic junctions of Hyderabad into mini-gas chambers and make you swoon.

Just think about all the clients you have to meet and the endless board meetings, stiff necks wrapped in suits and ties and the stiffer upper lips in this heat. And what about the youngsters who would be hardpressed without their constitutional - the matinee show! Summer is surely a torrid time to live in. But you have to live here unless a trip to Switzerland or our own Himalayas is assured.

And how? Dumping the formals in the attic and slipping into some cool cool cottons. This is the time of the year when everyone gets into something light and bright like those vibrant Hawaiian colours. Short sleeved shirts, knee length shorts. And then dig into lots and lots of cucumbers, coconut water, fruit pulp and out on those shades that screen the blinding glare (oh! yeah, they also scream for attention) and of course those cool and comfortable cottons, an ultimate luxury on a hot day.

Laze by the pool or lounge on a park bench, the feet caressing the just watered grass and pray for the rain God to shower all his love. Meanwhile, the sun sets down. But, tomorrow is another day - a hot torrid day.

By K.V.S. Madhav

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