I have a dress that used to be called white at one point of time. So, what's special you might ask. Every one has a white dress that does not remain white for very long. The reason I choose to blog about this particular garb of mine is that it is jinxed. It can make rain. Yes, in the 21st century where people scoff at witchcraft and wizardry, some whites can still be the reason behind 'black magic'.
Whenever I wear this white dress, it rains inevitably. While I don this dress, all cleaned, starched and shining, and pray fervently that it should remain that way till the end of the day, Mother Nature always seems to have other things in store for me. Last time I wore it was on a sunny day, when it seemed nothing could go wrong; it rained all of a sudden. It always has to rain just when I am on the road in that dress negotiating a particularly muddy area. Or when I am trying to cross a street and a moving vehicle splashes rain water.
As a result, my white dress has become mud stained, spotted and in short cannot be worn without proper restoration. I stopped wearing it for nearly a year and last night suddenly thought about it. It’s the middle of summer here and there is little sign of the much awaited monsoon. I smiled to myself because nothing could go wrong and put out the dress that had been restored to its old glory.
I woke up this morning to a flood of rain - it’s rained so much that most streets are flooded, trains are not running and going out anywhere is out of question.
I am next thinking of taking that dress of mine to some famine stricken area.
Whenever I wear this white dress, it rains inevitably. While I don this dress, all cleaned, starched and shining, and pray fervently that it should remain that way till the end of the day, Mother Nature always seems to have other things in store for me. Last time I wore it was on a sunny day, when it seemed nothing could go wrong; it rained all of a sudden. It always has to rain just when I am on the road in that dress negotiating a particularly muddy area. Or when I am trying to cross a street and a moving vehicle splashes rain water.
As a result, my white dress has become mud stained, spotted and in short cannot be worn without proper restoration. I stopped wearing it for nearly a year and last night suddenly thought about it. It’s the middle of summer here and there is little sign of the much awaited monsoon. I smiled to myself because nothing could go wrong and put out the dress that had been restored to its old glory.
I woke up this morning to a flood of rain - it’s rained so much that most streets are flooded, trains are not running and going out anywhere is out of question.
I am next thinking of taking that dress of mine to some famine stricken area.
4 comments:
Strange! there are certain things that invariably make the natural phenomena like rains look to be the result of some white magic! Tathagata, a friend of mine had one such pair of shoes, Adidas, white!! He had it for a long time before it was spoiled by the rains!!!!!
Coincidence??
*Dhrishtadhyumn Padmnabh Prajapati Neelkanth Dhumketu Baarishkar*
aka the Rainmaker! :D
Disclaimer: Non-original comment! This name is from the delicious movie "Thoda sa Roomani Ho Jaye."
@Oirpus: yeah, bade bade desho mein aisi choti choti batein hoti rehti hain
@FR: heh heh! sounds interesting!
Hi Anwesha, You are very correct. You can go to a famine striken land with the white dress and make it rain there. The government will pay you in millions. Thus u can be a milllionaire in no time. So next time in the month of May-June-July please go to Madhya Pradesh, Rajasthan, Bihar, to amke it rain there.
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