Strange summers

FROM ISSUE # 199 (July 2012) | IN THIS ISSUE
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Ahh the much awaited summer is here. Globs of sweat, mosquitoes and unbearable heat, much awaited indeed! Guys riding bikes in their 'ganji' and girls wearing deviously short clothes; people are finding unique ways to beat the heat and the only reason I criticise is because it's fun.

Splash football is the in thing among Valley residents this season. In this new form of football, a group of people dive into a pool, kick a ball around with their eyes tightly shut screaming "Achooo Achoo!".  How many goals you score is inconsequential, drenching viewers is far more important. People who can't even kick the ball on the field are attempting tricks on water. But I'm not complaining.

A close cousin of splash football is pool parties. Sounds fun doesn't it? Who wouldn't like to pay an outrageous entrance fee, buy drinks at an inflated price and step in to find out that it's a normal party with a pool thrown in? Yes that's right, after your wallet has been sucked dry, you are expected to pay extra to enter the pool. Spectacular! And did I mention that the people who wouldn't suit up for a wedding show up in their finest at a pool party. Even Barney from 'How I Met Your Mother' would leave behind his trademark suit at home. It's a pool party for god's sake. But I'm not complaining.

And then there are drunk brats threatening people with, "Ma ko ho chineko chas?" and "Himmat cha bhaney mero tol ma aija". What a sorry sight!

Summer also means rain! Don't get me wrong. I love the rain. I just hate those uncivilised creatures who choose to speed their vehicles even when they see puddles ahead and pedestrians on the side. I don't know about you but I hate showing off my ninja reflexes to dodge sludge aimed straight for my shoes. But I'm not complaining.

Love it or hate it, summer is here so we might as well make the best of it. You can stay home and get bored or go outside, get drenched, duped and covered in mud just like me. The choice is yours.

Ohh and this is off topic but I just found out that my press card doesn't get me a discount on micro-buses. Seriously? Now I'm complaining!