“Jeez, we’ve been forced to stay indoors for like an entire day!” sighed the Delhi friend [let’s be cheeky and call her Carol Bagh]. “It’s like sooo not done; my weekly parlour-shalour visits have had to be cancelled for weeks on end. Didn’t want to risk getting my Jimmy Choos all wet since it’s a really long walk [read: 10 metres] from where my driver drops me off to the door of the salon,” she continued.  

“Twenty-four hours of nonstop rainfall? Ha! That’s like normal pitter-patter here,” I replied, nonplussed with her rant. “But, even all the roads are flooded; and we can’t get the Maybach or the Jaguar at top speed. Never happened before,” she argued. “Ours are the kadak kinds. When floods hit Bombay, speed boats come into play; I doubt you’ve seen that kind of crazy stuff in your city. It’s also when our local trains look like Noah’s ark piercing through waves on the Central and Western Lines. And don’t get me even started about the Harbour Line,” I figured those would be clinchers in this unusual, new area in the Mumbai vs Delhi debate that we’ve had for decades. Carol Bagh took a moment. She had to come up with something major to counter my monsoon-powered points.