Description: Yamuna floods, politicians swim, and Delhi remembers its annual monsoon heartbreak.
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Ah yes, monsoon in Delhi—where romance meets rot, chai meets choked drains, and thunderous rains reveal just how thin the line is between a megacity and a mildly tilted water park. This year, the Yamuna river has decided to rise again—not in spiritual enlightenment, mind you—but quite literally, reminding us annually that it has an excellent memory but apparently the city planners do not.
Now if you’re wondering, why does this happen every year despite the government having a budget roughly as large as Akshay Kumar’s annual film output, sit down and grab a bucket (not for crying, but just in case your ceiling starts leaking mid-read). The Yamuna has crossed the danger level—again. Reports say nearby colonies are experiencing “minor flooding,” which is bureaucratese for “please locate your furniture floating past the window.”
Naturally, this has led to the Great Evacuation Opera of 2024. Livelihoods move to higher ground, cows climb flyovers, and rubber duck sales see an unexplained but impressive spike. Meanwhile, politicians arrive in rolled-up sleeves, pointing seriously at stagnant pools of water as though directing traffic at a frog wedding. Selfies are taken, vows are made, and potholes are promised to be turned into ponds for amphibian tourism. But, let’s not be cynical—it’s not that nothing gets done. No sir. Every year, sandbags are valiantly stacked, water pumps hum like overworked DJs, and someone definitely launches a new drainage mobile app that crashes during sign-up.
Now, you’d think being the capital of the nation would earn Delhi a decent drainage system, but no. Every year, the mood is less “smart city” and more “damp simulator.” The government departments, like true Indian uncles, point fingers so efficiently you’d think it was a cricket match. Delhi government blames the Centre, the Centre blames the previous governments, and the Yamuna blames the Himalayas—because that snowmelt certainly isn’t cooperative either.
Residents, as ever, are the heroes we don’t deserve. One aunty in East Delhi offered snacks to evacuees in knee-deep water. Rickshaw drivers became unsung lifeguards of the gallis, ferrying kids and grocery bags on seat-turned-rafts. And WhatsApp groups were flooded (pun fully intended) with updates, warnings, and eventually, memes—the true coping mechanism of the subcontinent.
In the middle of this damp drama, people are debating whether Yamuna flooding should get its own seasonal rating—“Yamuna: Season 7.” Spoiler alert: the antagonist is still urban misplanning, and the twist is that water always finds a way, usually through the cracks in your wall. But hey, who needs beaches when your colony lane becomes a lazy river?
Still, every puddle holds possibility. Maybe this is the year they finally upgrade stormwater drains past the Mughal-era brickwork. Maybe the local announced de-silting drives will move beyond just announcements. Maybe the engineers will one day visit Venice, get inspired, and return with blueprints that consider water as more than a driver’s side inconvenience.
Until then, Delhiites do what they’ve always done best—cope, laugh, invent jugad, and keep spare flip-flops at the ready. After all, if the river can rise each year without losing steam, so can we. And if you’re lucky, maybe this monsoon you’ll finally lose that one sock that was never meant to be part of a pair anyway.
So dear Dilli, chin up, umbrella up, and maybe, just maybe, let’s use this watery mess to finally push for some watertight planning. Or at the very least, add a jet ski option to the Delhi Metro pass.
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