Weather is a strange memory-generator. I say generate, because sometimes I am not quite sure if the memory is real. Or if it’s a memory I want to have. Or if it’s someone else’s memory that I have internalized.
Going back to the weather, today, while walking with NB I was thinking of how barren the streets of London are. There are no animals. Especially in The City, even dogs are rare. I sometimes miss the sheer zoo-like character of the streets back home. In Delhi, cows were always branded with initials of the owner or the dairy farm. Sector 3 in RK Puram, where I lived for about ten years, was full of cows with the letter J stamped on their rumps.
One day in the afternoon, when the weather was exactly like it is today, my father and I wondered what the initial J stood for. For some reason the name Jay Delaney came up. It was the name of some character in a James Hadley Chase book. After that whenever we saw a J cow, we yelled Jay Delaney at it.
So the weather reminded me of cows, and that reminded me of monkeys in Delhi. The word monkey made me think of this song – Aao Huzoor Tumko. There is a band that plays in the background of this song with the name “The Monkees”. And so it was, that in my mind this wonderfully soft and lovely song began to play.