I'm back to writing.. after what I call a *short* sabbatical aimed at self introspection... which did me good, if i might add....
All these days... i've known what was missing.. that motivation to write.. that fear *what if i screw up again* That guilt..
But something happened today that made me wanna forget all the things i've mentioned above..
But before i get to it, lets talk Seasons....
In India, theres pretty much only 3 seasons....
Winter... thats my most favourite.... Its not freezing cold.. but its chilly enough to make you wanna shut all the windows and tuck in under that warm fuzzy blanket... n sleep a little longer than you usually do.... Winter is the time I feel all snug and safe... Anddd best of all... two of my favourite festivals come during winter.... Diwali (cos of the lights, not the firecrackers) and Christmas (cos everyone seems happier than usual during christmas and cos I love christmas carols n cos New Years round the corner!! )
The Summers are the WORST!!! The heat nearly kills.. and nothing makes it go awayy!! :*(
And we have the Monsoon... (i've always wondered why we call it that :o )
which brings me back to the incident that happened today... IT RAINED...Dark clouds in the sky... the weather going from unbearably hot to mild and windy... Then there was thunder... and lightening... And I watched from my window... little kids laughing and playing, their little hands outstretched to feel the raindrops... and the smell of wet earth... just too awesome...
I have quite a lot of great memories attached with the monsoons....
jumping in those muddy puddles with Keerti... those great volleyball matches we used to have (n it always rained when we were playing) knowing that even if you have an umbrella, ur clothes are still gonna get wet... The bike rides with dad...those times when (i know this is gonna sound really cliched) all you need is a perfect seat by the window, a good book and a cup of steaming hot filter coffee (yes, im South Indian) and you feel that you could live like this forever... ohhh and the bhutta n vadapav.... (yuummm....) and when the neighbour's little kid sings 'rain, rain, go away..' and all you can say is "awwwww'... and i could go on like this FOREVER...
From where I come, people HAVE TO have an opinion about the rains.. some love it... some despise it... others like the rains, but only if they're indoors wen its raining....
I know theres a lot of negatives to the monsoons... the unplanned city (Mumbai) gets flooded, there are power cuts, blah blah blah....Then there the environmentalists with the Global Warming crap.... about how its raining sooner than the MET department predicted (yeah, like any of their predictions are ever right...)
But can we just, for one small minute, forget about everything else, and think of the smiles it brings to the people of the city... I mean, in Mumbai, the city of dreams, there are soo many people who dont know where they're gonna sleep that night and whether they're gonna earn enough money to provide food for their families.. They dont give a damn about Global Warming...
For the beggars, monsoons mean bad roads, more people travelling by vehicles and cabs, meaning more traffic at the signals, i.e more people who might just see them getting drenched in the rain and feel pity for them and give them an extra rupee or two...
For lovers, maybe its sharing an umbrella while sitting at the Marine Drive or Bandra Bandstand..
For school Kids, its the opportunity to let loose and play in the puddles while returning from school...
For women..i guess for most women, its about shopping for 'rainwear' or watever...
Bottomline is PEOPLE LOVE RAIN.... :))
Im gonna leave you here, to think over something i read somewhere...
All these days... i've known what was missing.. that motivation to write.. that fear *what if i screw up again* That guilt..
But something happened today that made me wanna forget all the things i've mentioned above..
But before i get to it, lets talk Seasons....
In India, theres pretty much only 3 seasons....
Winter... thats my most favourite.... Its not freezing cold.. but its chilly enough to make you wanna shut all the windows and tuck in under that warm fuzzy blanket... n sleep a little longer than you usually do.... Winter is the time I feel all snug and safe... Anddd best of all... two of my favourite festivals come during winter.... Diwali (cos of the lights, not the firecrackers) and Christmas (cos everyone seems happier than usual during christmas and cos I love christmas carols n cos New Years round the corner!! )
The Summers are the WORST!!! The heat nearly kills.. and nothing makes it go awayy!! :*(
And we have the Monsoon... (i've always wondered why we call it that :o )
which brings me back to the incident that happened today... IT RAINED...Dark clouds in the sky... the weather going from unbearably hot to mild and windy... Then there was thunder... and lightening... And I watched from my window... little kids laughing and playing, their little hands outstretched to feel the raindrops... and the smell of wet earth... just too awesome...
I have quite a lot of great memories attached with the monsoons....
jumping in those muddy puddles with Keerti... those great volleyball matches we used to have (n it always rained when we were playing) knowing that even if you have an umbrella, ur clothes are still gonna get wet... The bike rides with dad...those times when (i know this is gonna sound really cliched) all you need is a perfect seat by the window, a good book and a cup of steaming hot filter coffee (yes, im South Indian) and you feel that you could live like this forever... ohhh and the bhutta n vadapav.... (yuummm....) and when the neighbour's little kid sings 'rain, rain, go away..' and all you can say is "awwwww'... and i could go on like this FOREVER...
From where I come, people HAVE TO have an opinion about the rains.. some love it... some despise it... others like the rains, but only if they're indoors wen its raining....
I know theres a lot of negatives to the monsoons... the unplanned city (Mumbai) gets flooded, there are power cuts, blah blah blah....Then there the environmentalists with the Global Warming crap.... about how its raining sooner than the MET department predicted (yeah, like any of their predictions are ever right...)
But can we just, for one small minute, forget about everything else, and think of the smiles it brings to the people of the city... I mean, in Mumbai, the city of dreams, there are soo many people who dont know where they're gonna sleep that night and whether they're gonna earn enough money to provide food for their families.. They dont give a damn about Global Warming...
For the beggars, monsoons mean bad roads, more people travelling by vehicles and cabs, meaning more traffic at the signals, i.e more people who might just see them getting drenched in the rain and feel pity for them and give them an extra rupee or two...
For lovers, maybe its sharing an umbrella while sitting at the Marine Drive or Bandra Bandstand..
For school Kids, its the opportunity to let loose and play in the puddles while returning from school...
For women..i guess for most women, its about shopping for 'rainwear' or watever...
Bottomline is PEOPLE LOVE RAIN.... :))
Im gonna leave you here, to think over something i read somewhere...
"Whoever said Sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the Rain."
