Cry me a river. Sweat me the sea

The last couple of days, I’ve been trying to answer the age-old q. The question even the master, Plum, couldn’t answer in his seminal work on this subject – Sam, the Sudden. *

Oh, sorry. The q – “What do you mind more? The heat, or the humidity?” I am afraid my views on this subject of all subjects are wildly unreliable – swinging this way once and the other way the seconce. The afternoon, I’d answer without a moment’s hesitation, ‘Tis the heat, surely’. The evenings find me reconsidering the folly of the a.m. Perhaps, maybe, the heat wasn’t as oppressive as the 90% relative humidity.

To top it all, my cousin’s entering holy-matrimony. And one finds oneself shuttling from pillar, post, office and wedding-venue all day. Last evening was the worst offender. Three shirts were changed into. Three were soaked through and through. Sun-tan creams, deos and nycil have long since given up the fight.

Excuse me now, gentle folks. I need to go, fill the next bucket.

*I think it was Sam the Sudden – where the Omni-present narrator asks the same question to the citizenry of New York.

3 Comments so far

  1. vivek (unregistered) on May 15th, 2007 @ 6:03 pm

    It’s the humidity! I’ve been back and forth between here and Madurai for the past few weeks and, while I can do my business in the hot sun there, I come here and within a couple of hours the humidity just kills me.

  2. Govar (unregistered) on May 15th, 2007 @ 11:02 pm

    It’s humidity. Sweat stinks (literally and figuratively).

  3. bharath (unregistered) on May 15th, 2007 @ 11:05 pm

    Why do we to have to choose between devil and the deep sea? :)

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