The great Manipal umbrella exchange

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Right after I got down from the bus, the first time I came to Manipal, I encountered the monsoon in its fullest glory. Thoroughly ill equipped for such a deluge, I scuttered for cover, took shelter under the portico of a shop at tiger circle and waited for it to stop raining. With the innocent ignorance characteristic of every fresher I thought it was foolish to invest in an umbrella. It took me a couple of days to change my mind. Manipal had taught me my first lesson. One can never beat the rains. There is no getting around it. Unless you want to perpetually appear as if you have just come off a swim fully clothed, you have to get yourself a sturdy umbrella.

Quintessential Manipal – The Umbrellas tell the story of the Monsoons at Manipal! Colorful and Ubiquitous

So off I went to Tiger circle and scoured the shops for an umbrella. And then a beautiful specimen caught my eye. It was love at first sight. Its polished wooden handle, crooked but sturdy, long pointed tip and the majestically black canopy neatly rolled up into a three and a half foot frame seemed to hold me in an inexplicable bind. I was sold. I had visions of me walking around Manipal with my umbrella cum walking stick, tapping away gently at the ground like an English gent when it wasn’t raining or frolicking around under the cover of its comfortably large canopy with the prospective girlfriend while it poured. The shopkeeper, obviously trained to spot such enchanted customers swooped in and I had the object of my desire in my hands for a bomb.

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Alas, the love affair didn’t last long. To be exact, it lasted exactly for one glorious afternoon. As I entered the library in the evening, I made the mistake of leaving my darling behind on the umbrella stand outside. I didn’t find it when I returned. What a shock! My faith in the human conscience was shaken! How could people have such little regard for anyone’s private property? If everyone descended to such pathetic levels of thievery, our world would be reduced to lawless anarchy. With great difficulty and a heavy heart, I returned to Tiger circle to buy myself another umbrella. Unable to bring myself to risk another affair, I settled instead on a more modest specimen. An umbrella with none of the splendour of the previous specimen but sturdy and practical nonetheless. Surely no one would want to steal such an ordinary umbrella.

How wrong I was! I had barely left my umbrella alone for a couple of minutes in the food court that it was stolen. Now this had to be the limit. It was pouring outside and I would have to go back to the hostel drenched in spite of buying two umbrellas! They say the best time to test a man’s morals is in a time of need. Well, to put it mildly, I failed the test.  Spotting an unattended umbrella, I picked it up, my hands trembling with guilt and fear. The big bad world of Manipal had made me a thief after all.

As I walked back to the hostel with my stolen umbrella, I looked around. It was raining as usual and I could see an ocean of umbrellas. My mind, eager to rationalize the crime I had committed, hit upon something that I had perhaps missed before. If umbrellas were stolen so regularly and everybody had an umbrella, what if everyone stole an umbrella? What if umbrella ownership involved an endless cycle of stealing and being stolen from? What if there existed an umbrella exchange, the great Manipal umbrella exchange, a system of cyclic ownership of umbrellas. Picking an umbrella up from a stand wouldn’t be stealing anymore! Because the umbrella wouldn’t technically belong to anyone, yet would belong to everyone! To enter the exchange one would have to buy an umbrella and lose it; of course it wouldn’t be lost, it would instead enter the exchange and in return one could always pick up another umbrella. Of course, certain rules would have to be strictly applied to keep the system running smoothly. Every person entering Manipal would have to buy an umbrella. Usage of umbrella stands would have to be compulsory. The type and quality of umbrellas available in Manipal would have to be standardized. This would discourage individual attachment to umbrellas and prevent hoarding. People found in possession of more than one umbrella would have to be dealt with strictly. Imagine! No single person would be left at the mercy of the rains anymore. Marx’s dream would be realized. ‘From each according to his ability, to each according to his need’.

Or, one could always buy a raincoat.

This is  a guest post by Sai Krishna. He is pursuing MBBS at Kasturba Medical College (KMC), Manipal. Sai Krishna is a self-confessed Politics and Current Affairsjunkie and wannabe writer.

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