I’m in a mall, doing a survey armed with A4 sheets, a trimax pen and one question- looking for unsuspecting subjects to participate in my project on what summer means to them.
A man in his twenties emerges out of Croma. Specimen No.1.
Me: What comes to your mind when I say summer?
Specimen 1: Umm heat, dust, water shortage…..RAINDANCE…….(trails off).
Maybe the water saved from the banned IPL matches could be used to organise a raindance for the irked cricketers.
My next few specimens were cackling women, just about to enter a jewellery shop when I assaulted them with my question.
Me: What does summer mean to you ladies?
Specimen 2: Water shortage…..ACUTE water shortage. I tell you, its safer to own diamonds than to own gallons of water in water tanks.
Specimen 3: Summer means mangoes, watermelon, lichees……yum!
Yup, but at what cost?
Meanwhile, I spotted Pappu with his brother Varun.
Me: What do you think of summer vacations?
Pappu: I miss school.
Me: (Shocked) Weird child!
And then he told me about how he recently stunned Patel sir, his Maths teacher.
Not one to be outdone, Varun recounted his encounter with his professor on the important issue of prohibition.
I guess, water train takes on a new meaning.
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