But he had never seen…he used to be in the university when I would go singing and dancing in the rain. And I always had to stop at the last bungalow. The last bungalow was his; his wife and his children always waited for me. Whenever there was rain, they were all standing on the verandah waiting for me. I waved at them and they waved at me…we were not introduced to each other; I did not know that they were the family of Professor Shrivastava. But they thought that I must be mad….
One day Professor Shrivastava said to me, “I want you to meet my family before you leave the university.” I said, “I will come along whenever you want.” He said, “Why not today?”
So he took me in his car, and he had phoned the family to say, “I am bringing a special guest.” The family was waiting for the special guest. When they saw me, they all laughed and ran inside the house!
Professor Shrivastava was very much embarrassed. He said to me, “Forgive me, there seems to be some misunderstanding.”
I said, “No, there is some understanding!”
He said, “Understanding?” I said, “This is your family? We are well-acquainted. They think me mad, I think them mad – we wave at each other….”
He said, “You never told me!”
I said, “I never knew that this was your family.”
He took me inside, he called everybody, and he asked, “Why are you laughing?”
They said, “We have been laughing for almost two years! This young man is strange.” His wife said, “Whenever it rains, he always comes singing, dancing, alone on the street, and he stops just in front of our bungalow and we wave at each other. We are well acquainted in a way. We think he is mad, and we know he thinks we are mad, because why should we wait? We wait for hours.”
Doctor Shrivastava said, “It is strange. I was thinking to introduce you to my family, but they know you better than me! Why have you never told me?”
I said, “I have been asking many professors to come along with me, it is such a joy, but they say, ‘It looks very embarrassing. If some students see, or some professors see, even our jobs can be at risk. You don’t have anything to lose, and anyway the whole university thinks that you are a stranger. You can afford it, we cannot.’ That’s why I did not say anything to you. You are an old fellow, you might not like the idea.”
He said, “I like the idea immensely, but I cannot come dancing in the rain – even my family will think, ‘My God! That young man has corrupted our father, our husband.’”
I said, “This is my whole business, to corrupt. This was the business of Socrates, to corrupt – this is my business also.”
Sun shower mirrored
in a globe of rain
hangs for one moment,
never seen again.
The poet is saying, “Just because it is momentary and you will never come across it again, there is no reason to abandon it. Rejoice in it. The moon, the sun, the rain…they are all so beautiful.”