What is it about monsoons that I like a lot? It’s just a simple answer. Everything .yeah. Everything. People just hate it because of the slimy way the things get.
I guess its d moms that hates monsoon more than anyone. The whole trouble of washing the uniforms and socks, and if it’s white the work is more. I myself have a cool dude in my house who goes out in white and come back in muddy brown. In his words” you won’t believe what fun we had on the field, my goal was the best, I just dived through the puddle and it was just awesome, you should have seen the expression of the guys, dumbstruck”. The commentary is now paused with the sudden entry of my mom. And now the mood changes, and become quite rebellious and then later on the promises, that it will never happen again. But promises are always made to be broken. That’s the way it goes on with a school kid.
But I always enjoyed rain from school days. A sudden rush in adrenaline, the bus journey that mostly everybody loathe, I just simply enjoy and if you get the window seat that adds to the fun. And the best part of it is the number of free hours you get in school, that when teachers get sick.
Let me just take another normal routine like visiting a temple during heavy downpour. The whole floor is dirty and you get back finding your footwear in a pathetic state. Then with the little pricking stones underneath your foot you wear it. The whole feeling is just so sad. But let me just give a twist to the same story.
It’s around 6:30 in the evening, and a sudden splash of rain. you just take your umbrella and just simply move out of the house, you step into the road, a sudden flow of water, like a mini river, half of you is already wet now, you just move on, the river becomes more thick, now you are totally drenched , just the throw the damn umbrella!! I guess it has served its purpose, now just go ahead without it, yeah now you reach the temple, just a few heads in there and you see the deity amidst all the lights and you have a valid point to put on before praying, c’mon!! I made it up in spite of this damn rain!! So at least this time please…and believe me the feeling is heavenly.
It’s more of a fun, when you are on your way somewhere and it rains. Recently I just happen to go to a restaurant with my cousin. It was classy one, but the crowd was meager. Then it rained!! There were just a whole lot of people who rushed into the restaurant. The very first thing that came into my mind “people become hungry when it rains!!. I know it’s kinda dumb, but the overflow of people was all of sudden and this waiter came and said “mam! Can you just sit on one side? Sorry for the trouble, but there is a sudden rush” and we did and indeed did people come and sat opposite to us. When the waiter came, the answer was” it’s the rain, you know the monsoons, unpredictable, and we will get out soon”. The waiter just blinked and we were like LOL!!
There is this weight loosing thing! That has got into me after reaching bengaluru. Most of the girls there are smoking hot. Almost everybody who sees me starts with “why don’t you loose some pounds”. So since I crash landed up there I have been walking a lot. I mean going for this evening walk. So even after coming here at home, I continued my walking. The monsoon did stop me for first two days, but I get these nightmares like “me blotting up and people just failing to recognize me when I get back”. Whatever. So I and dad go a walk in the evenings. Its fun , lot of politics around and we end up arguing at the end of THE WALK. We predict the rains by seeing the density of clouds and also the darkness of it. I know its kinda weird, but I guess that’s how its usually done. And then decide how much distance to cover. And btw there are no hotels around where you can run into, when it rains just long and vast strips of fields. When it rains, you are doomed.
So what I really wanted to say is its fun, there is lot of freshness around, new buds, blossoms, tendrils. The overflowing rivers, the green trees, with little droplets of water falling down from the leaves, the cloudy mountains ,make the monsoons so waiting. So just feel the rain, let it wash of all the weariness and burden in your heart. Someone has truly said “best thing one can do when it rains is to let it rain”
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
My place..the heaven
Let me just describe where exactly this place is. i used to face this problem right from my school days. Back in school. after summer hols the whole class will b in a heated discussion ,about their native place. They used to find it really funny,about me not having a native place. Yeh..ammas place is just 10 kms away from my dads place.. and here all that decriptions what they say about “ the native exists”..the green fileds, ponds, temples ..yeh its kannanur..” not kannur(another term misunderstood”..around 20 kms away from palakkad station.
It can be called heaven. People here feels all that happens is for good, and are miles away from reality. Everybody know each other. If you just plan for a morning or eening walk , don’t expect to reach on schedule time. You will find 100s of people on the way talking to you. It’s a place where in midst of conflicts people do really care and help one another at time of distress ( d whole thing called conflicts dissapears in seconds). Its half way between “modern, city type and the country”. Most of People inspite of being educated don’t wanna move from this place. Its just a internal,quite deep affinity towards this place. But the scenario now is changing I guess.
When I look back, there have been tremendous change in past 20 years. People have all d way prospered. They account this to “lord ayappa “ , the main temple in the vicinity. The childhood memories are just so refreshing. The festivals or any other events inclined to the temple used to send waves across the place. Each and every house will be overflowing with relatives. Its immense fun watching the the whole possessions elephants in a row, chenda melam, thaala poli, vedi kettu..still fresh in mind.
Here the communist party rules. Any problem around are solved by them. There used to be a time when the party was really active and their deeds where really appreciated. But now the fresh minds have polluted it. Its become more of a private affair.
But, I feel to actually meet the reality one should leave this place. I had faced real problems in my early days of engineering, and now continuing in my later days of mba .You don’t know whom to trust? Whom to talk to? The other side of hedge is just so contrary. But the exposure is really moulding my personality. I guess I have changed to an extend. A change for good J
It can be called heaven. People here feels all that happens is for good, and are miles away from reality. Everybody know each other. If you just plan for a morning or eening walk , don’t expect to reach on schedule time. You will find 100s of people on the way talking to you. It’s a place where in midst of conflicts people do really care and help one another at time of distress ( d whole thing called conflicts dissapears in seconds). Its half way between “modern, city type and the country”. Most of People inspite of being educated don’t wanna move from this place. Its just a internal,quite deep affinity towards this place. But the scenario now is changing I guess.
When I look back, there have been tremendous change in past 20 years. People have all d way prospered. They account this to “lord ayappa “ , the main temple in the vicinity. The childhood memories are just so refreshing. The festivals or any other events inclined to the temple used to send waves across the place. Each and every house will be overflowing with relatives. Its immense fun watching the the whole possessions elephants in a row, chenda melam, thaala poli, vedi kettu..still fresh in mind.
Here the communist party rules. Any problem around are solved by them. There used to be a time when the party was really active and their deeds where really appreciated. But now the fresh minds have polluted it. Its become more of a private affair.
But, I feel to actually meet the reality one should leave this place. I had faced real problems in my early days of engineering, and now continuing in my later days of mba .You don’t know whom to trust? Whom to talk to? The other side of hedge is just so contrary. But the exposure is really moulding my personality. I guess I have changed to an extend. A change for good J
Sunday, July 5, 2009
rain!!!!
It’s raining!!!
I remember the very first thing my mom told when I was leaving for Bangalore, “di you will become fair, have heard that Bangalore is very cold”. The green city still is a amusing place for people far-off. The as always boasting neighbor was praising her daughter, who is Bangalore and was giving inference to my moms comments. its been 2 months since I came here and each and every call my mom makes ,she will always make it a point to ask about the weather here.
Hey “mamma Bangalore is in the same planet”. And her perception about b-climate is so strong “ohh!! Its hot in d morning, but night must be cool, wear your sweaters”.
I think iam deviating from the topic. So yesterday’s downpour was just so refreshing. I was waiting for the clock to strike 6, so that I wake up quite early as possible and make a quick phone call and tell how it rained here and blah...
Sundays are always long awaited. If you ask a non-party goer like me what I would prefer to do in weekend. Instant reply “movies or snooze”. The change in lousiness is instant with a sudden outburst of rain. My favorite pass time way back in home in home used to be “sneaking out in rain to the terrace”. Open your hands wide open, look upon the sky and feel the rain. Its wonderful. The feeling is quite heavenly. The world is in your hands, feel the strength of the rain drops, wind and of course sudden jerk of thunder will obviously wake you up. And now again you can capture the best moments. That’s when technology comes handy. “Taking snaps with mob “and posting in “orkut or facebook”. Apart from all these is the whole feeling “ the black and white sky, the overflowing terrace, the splashing sound of water droplets and the huge “don’t know what tree” (messes our terrace with leaves) giving a boarder to the portrait. Of course yesterday’s rain brought in a different sort of pleasure, the city-type, even though it did remind me of the country portrait. It washed away all the virtual over load I thought I had. It woke me up. And I found myself dancing I the power cut that accompanied. Probably like the rain just adsorbed all the tensions in me. May be it dint get imbibed in the concrete floor of hostel hostel (base is not strong), got swept away with the winds. The bottom line is “iam happy “.
“The rain drops hit my window pane, knocking me from a long deep slumber”. And I woke up “it’s a new day”.
I remember the very first thing my mom told when I was leaving for Bangalore, “di you will become fair, have heard that Bangalore is very cold”. The green city still is a amusing place for people far-off. The as always boasting neighbor was praising her daughter, who is Bangalore and was giving inference to my moms comments. its been 2 months since I came here and each and every call my mom makes ,she will always make it a point to ask about the weather here.
Hey “mamma Bangalore is in the same planet”. And her perception about b-climate is so strong “ohh!! Its hot in d morning, but night must be cool, wear your sweaters”.
I think iam deviating from the topic. So yesterday’s downpour was just so refreshing. I was waiting for the clock to strike 6, so that I wake up quite early as possible and make a quick phone call and tell how it rained here and blah...
Sundays are always long awaited. If you ask a non-party goer like me what I would prefer to do in weekend. Instant reply “movies or snooze”. The change in lousiness is instant with a sudden outburst of rain. My favorite pass time way back in home in home used to be “sneaking out in rain to the terrace”. Open your hands wide open, look upon the sky and feel the rain. Its wonderful. The feeling is quite heavenly. The world is in your hands, feel the strength of the rain drops, wind and of course sudden jerk of thunder will obviously wake you up. And now again you can capture the best moments. That’s when technology comes handy. “Taking snaps with mob “and posting in “orkut or facebook”. Apart from all these is the whole feeling “ the black and white sky, the overflowing terrace, the splashing sound of water droplets and the huge “don’t know what tree” (messes our terrace with leaves) giving a boarder to the portrait. Of course yesterday’s rain brought in a different sort of pleasure, the city-type, even though it did remind me of the country portrait. It washed away all the virtual over load I thought I had. It woke me up. And I found myself dancing I the power cut that accompanied. Probably like the rain just adsorbed all the tensions in me. May be it dint get imbibed in the concrete floor of hostel hostel (base is not strong), got swept away with the winds. The bottom line is “iam happy “.
“The rain drops hit my window pane, knocking me from a long deep slumber”. And I woke up “it’s a new day”.
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