Its a little 'Monsoony'

I wish I could take a thousand pictures from the bus today.
Pictures of memories that flashed by looking out of the bus on this rainy day.

Of hot coffee had standing in a coffee shop. Of smiles on my face looking up to catch the rain. Of guilty joy of being drenched while everyone around you ducks for cover.
Of being part of a group of strangers under the orange gulmohor tree. Of smiling at them as if sharing a history. Of hearing the tipper tapper of rain, on the classroom window. Of gleeful childhood plays, making paper boats in the puddles near by.
Of sweet rainy kisses shared away from the watchful eye. Of singing songs which I remember only when it rains. Of looking out of steamy-streamy windows in the car.
Of halted drops on the little flower. Of my blue checked dress under my red raincoat. Of umbrellas pink and black. Of the tiny smile which I have right now.

I wish I could have a picture of them all.

A little memory of the what just flashed by.

Take Care

a universal feeling

Unrequited Love!

According to wikipedia it's a universal feeling, by estimates affecting 98% of all people in their lifetime.

There is such a beautiful longing to it isn't it? It's the reason why so many movies do so well...
We really want the two protagonists to get their happily ever after or die trying. Funny isn't it!

The romanticism about it; it is always a good story. And when you hear about it's triumphs, we usually emote great joy. We like the happy endings...

Somehow even the unhappy endings seem OK, we relate to it at one plane or the other. We understand it and we accept it.

Every love story I hear about, proves to me how we are so human, we strive for personal triumph... Always ready to outshine , compete ; even kill to achieve our goals... but when we fall in love we might even be ready to lose everything we ever worked for.

That I think is the true beauty of nature! Darwinism best explanation....

Survival.... we are after all social creatures... And love is its best explanation!

Take Care


P.S. Don't read too much into this. This happens after a lot of TV Dramas :)

the same story

It started with the song today. Now on the cycle of infinite repeats...

First the joy of the soothing voice and the comfort it provided...

Then like wine getting better with age... its depth struck me!

"What is
This bond between us
That indefinable something?
Where these fates are tied
To make us inseparable? "

How life is linked to me and I am linked to life... Two different entities in this bond whose fate is tied to the future...

"We advance
Over time
In the wind ...

We live day to day
Our desires, our loves
It goes without knowing ..."

How days just pass by with carrying with it like grains of sand in the wind my hopes and desires...

Now me and my life look to tell the same story...


(Inspired by the song La Meme Histoire
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqdZKhiqWrY&feature=related

Seemingly Insignificant

I just saw the final overs of a match thought to be seeming insignificant. Quite contrary to expectations Ireland beat the might of England (in cricket). This wasn't the way I thought this post would start.

Well, while reading the newspaper today, I realised that it had been almost eight years since the US forces attacked Iraq. It was their war against dictatorship and they thought themselves the messiahs of democracy ( Who cares if the ulterior motive was well, Oil ? ). Then this thought struck me, what if there had been no war on Iraq ? If the people had been so distraught in their homeland, they would have surely revolted last month, inspired by Tunisia and Egypt. They would have started their own Satyagrah, would have become their own messiahs of democracy.

My argument is seemingly insignificant today in that war torn country, just as are now the predictions of the many gurus of cricket who would have been sure that the match would go England's way.

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Two Posts

So these are a few things that I typed out some time ago on my phone, thinking that I would post them soon. Kinda late now but here are the two posts:

1) I'm Beautiful

I'm reading this book Eva Luna. Had bought it because I thought I should read some classics and this one was based in Argentina ( Deep down, am fascinated by South America, maybe because I know so little of this continent). The protagonist is this girl who decides at 17
that she is beautiful- for the simple reason that she wanted to be. I'm inspired. Its this inner confidence which we all question. We all look for acceptance. For social gratification. For our egos to be soothed.
Won't it be so much simpler to say I'm beautiful.
Anyway we all seek happiness in life. Right?


2) Night Lights and other thoughts

I stepped out for a few moments tonight to close the door and feel the chill of the dark moonless night. At first I was quite blind and then my eyes found the colours of the night. The orange of the horizon that seems to absorb all the cities light, the green and red and blue twinkling of the stars. The dark silhouette of the tree from a distant street light. The many shades of the night so similar and yet so distinctly different. I think a night is but a shade of black. Always there to swallow any darkness around.

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Tonight

So I'm sitting on the roof tonight. Its been twenty mins since the date changed. The moon is so bright that I can almost feel the rays on me. And I can't help but hear the sounds of the night.

The barks of a thousand dogs. The chirping of the crickets. The whizz of the far away automobile. The cry of a bird who seems to have had a bad dream. The flapping of the wings of the bat that just flew overhead. The buzz of the mosquito near my ear. The sound of my fingers scratching the mosquito bite on my ankle. The cool gentle breeze across my face. The rustling of leaves of the tree close by. My breath as I sigh and the thoughts in my head as I write.

These are the sounds tonight.
Take care.

Diwali

I am really trying hard to start writing this post and not make it sound like an essay which all of us have written at one point of time in school. You know the whole, the coming home of Ram and the Nirvana for Lord Mahavir, and Laxmi Pooja and Kali pooja and some more thing I can't enumerate right now. But for me Diwali is all about the little things.

I love waking up in the morning on Diwali day buying garlands of marigold on the way back from the temple. Then spending the morning putting up these flowers all around the house. Then there is the Rangoli which mom usually ends up making but where I butt in putting my touches here and there. The casual lunch that we have with something simple but what we all like a lot.

But its evening what I really wait for, when we all spend time filling up what seem like countless number of diyas with oil. And as it starts getting dark outside, we light those up and there is this heat they emit and the smell of oil. Then the hour that we spend keeping them all around the house. I like the smell of burning crackers that fill the air as the night goes by. And then the refilling of the diyas when the oil seems to be ending. I like the lights and the sparkles in the sky. I like how everything looks and clean and then the roads become littered with the cracker paper at the end. I like the sweets and the chaat. I like how its a little cold(at least in the north) and how the lights bring a little warmth.

I like how all the roads seem to shine and all the shops are well lit. I like the few days around this time when everything seems to wake up at night and make things shine.

I really like how Diwali make this whole country bright for at least that night. Its just Diwali and I look forward to this one.

Hope you have a blast.

Take Care