‘How beautiful is the rain,
After the dust and heat.’
Yes, the rain was very relieving yesterday after a dry and dusty day. It was the day of July—arid hot day. We were all queuing up in line, which seemed endless, to felicitate our King Gyanendra BB Shah for his birthday. We, police and army officers, were all in tunic with heavy aculeate, frills, medals, and decorations rattling in the chest, the belt tightly tucked up in the waist. The drummers and pipers of Band Company were marching in front and behind us playing their numbers. We were summoned to be at the army pavilion at 1130 AM. But it was at 1530 pm when started our march past towards the palace. Thousands of people were marching ahead and behind us very slowly with their banners and bouquets. The marchpast was intermittently stopped.
It was very hot day. Suddenly it began to rain…platter..platter..platter.. The peaked caps received the first drops. At first it was a big welcome and relief from the hot sun. We thanked God. But the rain began to pour heavily. The cap and the coat seeped in the rain. The uniforms became heavier. The colors of aculeate and ribbons began to run down coloring the white tunic of band players. The heavy rain upon the musical instruments began to create its own music. The music key note pads got saggy and crumbled. It also made the hot black top road feel the presence of rain. The dusts were now turned into small blotches of mud. The long trousers were heavily laden with these muddy particles and were sticking to the skin. The shining black shoes were no more shining but heavy with muddy water. The water seeped deep through our uniforms. We were drenched and soaked into it.
Then the rain stopped when we were at the gate of the palace. Briskly we marched past the King who was humbly responding to our felicitation.
From the pages of my diary….2005