A MONOGRAPH ON THE ‘DESERT COOLER’
A 2×2×4 feet tin box with a thunderous rotor and a fountain pump is what I am talking about here. If you try a little, you will no doubt concur with me that it is the ‘Desert Cooler’ that I talk about, which has been recently installed in my room. So what’s so great about this ‘Desert Cooler’?
For one, it helps cool down the room a bit (so it seems sometimes). It works on the precipice of absorption of latent heat of evaporation of water (or for that matter any other substances yet untested inside the eight corners of the gurgling gargoyle, such as dry ice and liquid nitrogen). I leave the observations and results of the above experiments to your reliable responsibility.
I will recount a short series of anecdotes I have had to go through for this ephemeral (nightmarish and frugal in the long run) elephant.
It was a hot and dry day on which six people ventured out to get themselves something to cool their underarms. After three hours of grueling window-shopping and bargaining, the six people found themselves on two three-wheelers carrying four big boxes of tin strapped to the tin-roofs of the vehicles, like they were on a long journey to some unknown land.
On reaching their destination, they were met with a security guard who with a self-assured manner assured them that they were cheated out of their wallets for good. What conviction he had, that the six people felt that they should have bought the tin boxes from him.
On the first day of the tin box installed in my room, it was a just tin box. With brimming enthusiasm, my roommate filled up buckets of tap water and emptied them into the huge cavernous cavity of our ‘Desert Cooler’. That heralded the beginning of a new life with the humid humongous hippopotamus of the room. And it has kept its reputation alive till this day.
On a warm night, it made me sweat, on a sunny morning, it made me sweat, on a hot day it made me sweat, and of all the good and bad things that come out of life, the only thing that came out of installing this particular tin box by my roommate and me in our room was sweat.
So I fell into a crisis. What use is a tin box that is supposed to cool, if the only thing it does is makes me sweat? Till date, I do not know. But on certain occasion such as when the weather outside is pleasant or there has been rain, it behaves well and shows its true colours. What comfort it is then sitting in front of it. Oh! If only it didn’t make such a horrendous noise proclaiming its presence.
Ha! That’s the strange story of the ‘Desert Cooler’ in my room. While it still lies there in front of my bed like a gaping cavity of some monstrous reptile, I don’t know whether to sing paeans of its praise for it, or throw my pillows at it.
For one, it helps cool down the room a bit (so it seems sometimes). It works on the precipice of absorption of latent heat of evaporation of water (or for that matter any other substances yet untested inside the eight corners of the gurgling gargoyle, such as dry ice and liquid nitrogen). I leave the observations and results of the above experiments to your reliable responsibility.
I will recount a short series of anecdotes I have had to go through for this ephemeral (nightmarish and frugal in the long run) elephant.
It was a hot and dry day on which six people ventured out to get themselves something to cool their underarms. After three hours of grueling window-shopping and bargaining, the six people found themselves on two three-wheelers carrying four big boxes of tin strapped to the tin-roofs of the vehicles, like they were on a long journey to some unknown land.
On reaching their destination, they were met with a security guard who with a self-assured manner assured them that they were cheated out of their wallets for good. What conviction he had, that the six people felt that they should have bought the tin boxes from him.
On the first day of the tin box installed in my room, it was a just tin box. With brimming enthusiasm, my roommate filled up buckets of tap water and emptied them into the huge cavernous cavity of our ‘Desert Cooler’. That heralded the beginning of a new life with the humid humongous hippopotamus of the room. And it has kept its reputation alive till this day.
On a warm night, it made me sweat, on a sunny morning, it made me sweat, on a hot day it made me sweat, and of all the good and bad things that come out of life, the only thing that came out of installing this particular tin box by my roommate and me in our room was sweat.
So I fell into a crisis. What use is a tin box that is supposed to cool, if the only thing it does is makes me sweat? Till date, I do not know. But on certain occasion such as when the weather outside is pleasant or there has been rain, it behaves well and shows its true colours. What comfort it is then sitting in front of it. Oh! If only it didn’t make such a horrendous noise proclaiming its presence.
Ha! That’s the strange story of the ‘Desert Cooler’ in my room. While it still lies there in front of my bed like a gaping cavity of some monstrous reptile, I don’t know whether to sing paeans of its praise for it, or throw my pillows at it.
Dwaipayan Adhya
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