Good Day Sunshine!

And so, I choose to begin a new year at this blog on a lovely sunny day. Believe me, it’s a hoot and a blast to wake up one day and see the sun shining outside, and actually wanting to get out of bed just so that you can sit in the sunshine and have a cuppa. Especially when a chilling cold wave of foggy days and foggy nights showed no signs of ending only a few days ago.

Not that I have anything against the cold. In fact I love it about as much as I love the rains. Many of my friends in Delhi absolutely detest winter and murmur how bad a time they’re having and shiver horribly for added effect. This I don’t understand, especially when everyone can see that they’re shivering because they don’t have enough warm clothes on. But then again, even I can take only so many gloomy days, overcast and foggy with chilly winds at noon.

And so, finally, good day, sunshine. I celebrated by taking a long, leisurely bus to office and reading Umaprasad Mukherjee’s travelogue on Kedarnath. What a way to get to work! So happy was I, that I even forgot to take the five bucks the conductor owed me. He grinned and screamed from his window that he’ll give it to me tomorrow morning. I love this familiarity. If there really is a sense of community, this is it- being friends with the conductor. I read here that Margaret Thatcher once said that "A man who, beyond the age of 26, finds himself on a bus, can count himself as a failure." How typical. The right end of the political spectrum probably believes that unless you own a sedan post 26, you’re useless. I’m 28, and I love taking the bus. I can't imagine why I'd rather drive than take the bus! Apparently, even Robinho's been at it.

So, anyway, back to work. Though one thing worries me. If its this warm on Jan 27^th, what will summer be like? I shudder to imagine.