It has not been raining at all. There are clouds...there have been clouds ever since the rainy season began. But it does not rain. It rained on 7 June as though to keep a promise, but practically nothing after that. Drizzled one day a few days back, raising some hopes. But once again, dry clouds. It is as though the clouds have forgotten how to rain. As though humankind is being punished for the way they treat nature.
The yagnas didn't help this time. Nor did the frog weddings, or the cloud seeding.
It truly is a dismal time. More than 170 districts in India already declared drought-hit; farmers committing suicide. Swine flu making big bad news every day. Terror threats, of course---the new world's malaise. Prices of commodities have already been high (tur dal Rs 108 a kg)...one can expect further price hikes. It is depressing. Maybe I should stop reading the newspapers or watching news. But even if I do that...how can I escape Yahoo's smooth news capsules? And I definitely cannot ignore the clouds...no technology needed there.
There have been years like this in the past. I tell myself it will pass. It has to pass, and there have to be better times.
My ever-optimistic mother says we still have the rest of August, and the whole of September. It will pour...and we will at least have ground water. I hope she is right. As they say in Hyderabad, "Aapke mooh mein ghee shakkar!"