Dear diary,
Long time no see!
The last month ‘haze’ been really difficult on me. As you would know (unless, you are one of those who don’t believe it’s a serious issue like BCCI President CK Khanna ) I’m suffering from ‘Smogatitis’ – a disease that leaves you with toxic air instead of swachh hawa. I’m not choking, you can even ask the Sri Lanka cricket team.
Bachare Lankans, all they wanted to do was to play some cricket, but they were ‘cough’ off guard. What did the Indians do? We turned the Lankans into a coughing stock of the Internet, and as a result, the global media huffed at me in disappointment.
Great, just when I thought I was keeping a low profile from all the buzz around Dengue/Chikungunya. And not to forget, Padmavati, who ‘Ghoomar-ed’ all the media attention. Out of nowhere, the pollution just blew up in my face.
It’s odd that not even one solution works for us!
You know what? I apparently have more seasons than House of Cards. Yeah! Not the regular summer, winter and monsoon. Soon the seasons would be known as – Heat wave, season of Dengue/Chikungunya, months of smog and cold wave.
Unfortunately, I’m all alone in this.
My buddies, Haryana and Punjab, both have ‘stubbly’ kept their distance away from me. In fact, my padosi Punjab refused to meet me to discuss the issue. And what’s with Haryana? It has suddenly become such a ‘Chhillar’ dude that I feel like Smo(g)uldering it.
Right now, it seems that my only sahara is a heavy rainfall! It’s the only way I can escape from this gas chamber.
Okay diary, I’ve gotten really worked up. I think I need to go near the air purifier and cool off.
Love,
Delhi
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