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Dog days

I was out all day, getting 42 degrees right on the top of my head.

I wonder if I need to write anything more.


Indian summer

It is 10.30 AM and the mercury has touched 40 C (~104 F).  Today is forecast to be the hottest day in the past ten years in our part of the world.

So, people in the eastern portion of peninsular India, stay safe and cool.  Try not to use the AC – you’ll only be throwing out more hot air outside.  Drink a lot of water and stay indoors, if possible.

Unless, of course, you have to go to the gym because you already missed the gym two days in a row.  Oh bother.

Seasonal mood disorder

It’s very unfair that people have only studied the connection between cold weather and mood changes.  Heat can affect moods a zillion times worse than cold – has anyone ever wondered why Indians as a race are a short tempered bunch?  Blame it on the heat.  Look at me – I have nothing to complain about (even the HP has started behaving itself, it just needed some time to adjust to my keystrokes, I like to believe), yet, here I am like a closed room filled with liquid petroleum gas, ready to explode at a single spark. I can only attribute it to the heat.  And the 80% humidity.

I can see one more effect of middle age.  I would never sweat until recently.  Even when I did something strenuous, there would be a single bead of perspiration perhaps that would fall off my forehead, but that used to be it.  The last time I went to the gym two years ago, I would feel a little sticky, but not really sweaty after half an hour of cardio. Now I am like a pig.  Yesterday for example, as I got off the treadmill after half an hour of interval training, I was dripping.  My clothes were dripping, and there were buckets of water pouring from everywhere.  This has never happened before.  Could this be the “hot flash”?

The same thing happens every time I cook. I cook early in the morning to minimise heat, but by the time I am done with a simple meal, I am so sweaty and yucky.  Eww.

The fact that I feel all bloated does not help  my mood either.  I am told that start of intensive workout first causes a bit of bloating due to water retention, so perhaps it is a sign that I am doing it right.  But what happened to the endorphins that are supposed to make me feel good after exercising?  Hmm.  And what’s with the constant hunger, huh?

God, I am a bitchy little thing these days, ain’t I?  Like I said, blame it on the heat, since the hormones and the HP can’t really take the blame this time.

I keep telling myself that pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional, but its so hard to practice, isn’t it?

End of griping.




The eye passing through our city as I write this post. Deadly calm. The lag winds would start in half an hour.

There is just one word that runs in my head in a loop – WOW.  What you see below is at the fag end of the last bout before the eye entered.  The din just before it was like a hundred trains running at the same time.

Just wow.

I hear of 2 deaths already because of the cyclone.  Going by our neighbourhood, I suspect the city-wide destruction would be huge.

Let’s hope the lag winds don’t tax us like the lead ones did.


Vardah phonetically means “Will it come?” in Tamil.  The answer seems to be yes.  The forecast is that a cyclone, named “Vardah”, which in Urdu is supposed to mean “Rose”, will landfall just off the coast of my city, bringing with it anything ranging from 25ft waves/80 knot wind to spritzing breeze.  The progress of this monstrous system through the night over the pond will decide which of this it will be.


Image courtesy; as on Sunday, 11Dec, 2.30 PM.

While I do understand the difficulties that a natural calamity can cause to people, I have always had a soft corner for cyclones, perhaps because I was presumably born in the middle of a raging cyclone many years ago.  Usually, the depression that forms on the Bay would move north or south of us and hit Nellore or Cuddalore, giving us rains without the associated shebang.  About ten years ago, I remember a landfall in my city.  I remember it because my kid was a 2 year old, and overwhelmed with being cooped up inside the house with the child for hours, I dumped her with the father and took a walk in winds that threatened to carry me away.

It is in my bucket list to be at the beach when a cyclone crosses, but that may remain an unfulfilled dream.

Nevertheless, with Varadah around the corner, not quite making up its mind yet, lets keep safe.  And our fingers crossed.