Blog 059: Where It’s Monsoon

You know it’s monsoon when it rains for 5 days straight.

Welcome to my post of where I hate the monsoon season, which I wanted to write in one of my previous posts but that ended up being a different rant altogether. So why do I hate the rains?

Well, actually I don’t hate the rains, I hate the monsoon season here in Mumbai. Now I don’t know how many places in the world have seasons like we do but the four months from June to September is called the ‘Monsoon Season’. Why? Because it rains almost every day. Now you may say a little rain never hurt anyone, but I’d say, come to India and say that again. So what is so bad about the rains in India?

Quick points
– Water logging
– Garbage all over
– Wet clothes sitting on wet seats on wet public transport vehicles making them wetter
– Wet umbrellas everywhere, including inside a crowded bus and train
– Mosquitoes
– Clothes don’t dry quickly
– No size of umbrella or raincoat could save you when it pours heavily
– Going to office/school/anywhere when it actually rains heavily, because apparently work and education is important than being stuck

And that’s not all, there are many more reasons to not like the monsoons but you will come to realize them only after you’ve experienced it.

First point. Water logging along with garbage is one of the main reasons for me hate the rains here. I’ve said this before too and I’ll say it again, India is not one of the cleanest places to live in. Yes, there are places and cities in India that are clean but where I live, no way. And it’s not because there aren’t any municipal workers cleaning the streets early in the morning, there are, many, and they do a great job too, but it’s the people who turn the streets into a garbage dump. It was just a week back when I had gone out for some work that I saw a man throw a packet of paper or something on the footpath after he was done with it. Like literally just dropped it and went on his way. Well, he wasn’t the only one because there were other wastes thrown in that same place by people before, so it had apparently turned into an open garbage bin. Sigh.

Mix that amount of garbage with water and ask someone to walk through it… that’s what we have to do.

Wet clothes on wet everywhere. This is the most annoying nightmare for every person that travels in a public transport. You see, there is a major population of people who are not super rich to afford their own vehicles. Most of them travel by either the bus or the train. Now the buses and trains in Mumbai aren’t anything extraordinary to speak of(they are the best in other ways), but if it rains then you would wish you could travel by Uber every single day. Why? Because it’s almost jam-packed with people during the peak hours. People who are wet from top to bottom. People with their wet umbrellas who hold it on top of you while the water drips on your head the whole ride. People with wet rain coats, which is worse than wet clothes. And all these people, as they are, will sit on the bus or the train seat and make it wet too.

Every Mumbaikar knows these things but yet they still travel by the same vehicle every day. At first, it does feel weird to sit on a seat that’s already wet because, obviously, no one wants to enter their office with wet butts right? But give it a few days and everybody will stop caring about wet seats and would happily sit on one if available.

Another funny thing about public transports is that no one wants to sit near the window. It’s the only time of the year that window seats are ‘offered’, not out of courtesy, but out of self-defense from the lashing rains through the windows. Close the windows? Yeah if you’re lucky. High chances are the windows being jammed and won’t budge, medium chances are the windows get jammed half way, low chances, but does happen – there is no window at all.

No, our public transports weren’t air-conditioned back then, in case you are wondering, but we do have now.

Mosquitoes. The species that will probably be responsible for wiping out the human species. I won’t talk about them because you either know what mosquitoes can do or you don’t. A single mosquito bite doesn’t count.

Clothes don’t dry quickly, that’s also another no brainer. But what’s more annoying than that is that everything feels moist, like cold and moist, even your bed. Nothing feels warm and sleeping on a cold-moisty feeling bed is annoying.

But monsoon is not monsoon here when it doesn’t rain heavily at least once for a few days straight. In these four months, 2 things will happen,

  1. there will be heavy rainfall for almost a week
  2. there will be thunderstorms so much so that the power will be cut off in the middle of the night. (add that with mosquitoes and strong lightning)

When it rains heavily here, it’s not your typical straight downpour. Rains here are accompanied by strong winds that will more often than not blow your umbrella away. Heavy rains are so frantic that you cannot even think of stepping out of the house or anywhere you may be. No matter what protection you are wearing, you are bound to get wet. And if you are stuck somewhere outside then good luck reaching home.

Talking about outside, nothing shuts down during a deluge of rain. Schools, offices, banks, everything is up and running. Imagine going to school in your nicely pressed uniform at 6 in the morning. (Our schools have uniforms). Even the parents won’t allow their kids to stay and bunk that day because apparently, their kid would miss that day’s ‘learning’ and won’t become smart. Yeah, that is what education is here. Well, that’s another topic altogether.

What I’ve just written about the monsoon season is all true, and no amount of word can actually describe the real experience. You have to live it to believe it. If you are planning a trip to India(specifically Mumbai) then I’d strongly recommend not doing so during these 4 months, but if you are looking for the monsoons then be my guest.

Till then, that’s all for this rant. It’s still raining at 2:30 am. I off to sleep on my cold-moisty feeling bed.

This is Nad, signing off.


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4 thoughts on “Blog 059: Where It’s Monsoon

  1. Agreed to the shortcomings, but don’t you think there is a strange pleasure in getting soaked? You forget about all logic and necessities and just live the moment. If you don’t, then ek kaam karo. The next time you step out and the rain drench you, close your eyes for a minute or half, and feel the drops as they pour. Be at peace with them, and believe me you will fall in love. With the rain. With yourself. =)

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    1. Hey, well said and I totally agree. I don’t hate the rains, I actually love them. I’ve had a lot of beautiful memories in the rains including my first love, but it’s the monsoon in Mumbai (Navi Mumbai to be specific) that I am not very fond of because of the reasons stated above. Been here since birth, 25yrs now, I’ve experienced monsoon in every way. Even the way you’ve said and that’s the first thing I do in the very first shower. But I guess I’ve probably experienced it too much to not like it that way now. :)


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