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The monsoon revelations

Rain cleared all the dust and more clear than ever i see a new world

Rain cleared all the dust and more clear than ever i see a new world

There are very few locations in the world that can claim to have a season for rainfall. India has a monsoon season of its own. Four months of incessant, unscheduled or even scarce rain over diverse lands. It has been touching the lives of people in different ways. Some experiences maybe sad, humorous or even ironic to begin with. For instance the floods in Mumbai in 2005 that cut off the whole city from rest of the world for hours. The destruction and impact on lives of commuters and residents of the city was strong enough to leave long-lasting scars and loss of life and money. There are good things out of the bad events and many people came out to help each other. The survival stories are definitely soul-stirring.

Where do I take you with all this information? Well I have some incident of my own that is related to this season of the rainfall. As a child I loved the rains, even now it amazes me in ways I cannot describe. The incessant downpour from the heavens above can be related to childish pranks, getting soaked in the waters, leaking ceilings and getting in touch with mother nature. I loved to make paper boats as a kid and enjoy the rains. Mumbai rainfall meant no train services, overflowing drainage and clogged water everywhere and definitely holiday in school. On one unfortunate night a loud thud woke my parents and we found out the compound wall separating a large ground from our residence had fallen down due to the water pressure on other side. It was fun for us kids. We used to climb the wall to go on the other side for plucking wildflowers and treasure hunts. Now we just walked to the other side.

As a family of four we always played in the rains. I remember dad asking with a naughty smile, want to get wet in the rain? We never said no to that, especially if it meant hot masala chai and some spicy snacks made by mom and no studying for a while. It is a beautiful memory etched in my mind. I just didn’t like the dark skies which was dull when I was sitting by myself and observing the rains, when in company of others the outside weather didn’t bother me so much.

Floods most certainly had me in a home bound situation when I was living in hostel. The phones were dead and no mess food for days only got me irritated. I had walked for hours in knee-deep waters to reach a bus stop that finally took me to the outskirts of my town. That was one long day.

The irony of monsoon struck me when I went to live with my sister. I wanted us to bond after we were forced to stay away for school and other reasons. We rented a 1 bedroom apartment which was advertised in the news paper. India is well-known for corruption and trickery. We didn’t suspect anything as the good in us makes us believe all are good too. All excited we moved our luggage and even went out shopping for some basic household items. I was way to happy to finally connect with my sister and make up for the childhood fights to notice anything out-of-place.

We slept there for one night and all was good  until the next day. Dark skies surrounded the city and we were enjoying the rain as our family ritual. However it was different this time. The soaking didn’t stop at the terrace. Water kept dripping off the ceiling and the walls from various places all night. We were not worried initially, but after morning investigation of the house we found the whole apartment was soaking up water like a sponge. Immediately we tried to contact the person who rented us the place.

It was weird how he ignored our concern and simply said he will get it fixed after some time. We were worried, as the place cost a lot of money and this inconvenience was just not tolerable. Asking the neighbors we found out about the owner of the place. How people can trick you is just unimaginable. A guy rented the house from someone else and then re-rented us without permission. He already knew it was not good enough to live in. All the suspicions came true when we went to talk to the owners.

They simply mocked us and pulled their hands off the deal. Said they didn’t know anything about the re-renting and we have to talk to the person we dealt with. After two sleepless nights, luckily my dear school friend came to our rescue and let us live in her home. A sad sight it was when at 12:00 am we were moving all the bags to her place. Of all the lessons I have learnt till date this was God’s strictest way to teach me how trusting others can have a price.

After few phone calls and help from my paternal uncle who was in the police department we finally got our money back. With some search for next few days we moved to another place. This time we did full inquiry and then moved in. Sadly me and my sister kept fighting and till date do grill each other, I wonder when the lesson in sibling bonding will be enlightened upon my ignorant spirit. However I am more careful with people now and keep clear of any sites that appear fishy.

Lightening and thunder does not frighten me nor do I hate getting soaked, there is not much about the rain that you want to hate. Only an attachable umbrella with belt can be preferred to the hand-held ones we use right now, rain coats are not suited to my taste for sure.

Waiting for the pitter-patter and water drops trickling through my window soon for more revelations to open my eyes.

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Posted by on February 18, 2013 in Experiences

 

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Little sissie

My little sister is the one I miss,

                     Who never lets me give her a kiss.

This heart is brimmed with many memories,

                     Of telling each other silly stories.

All day long what we did was fight,

                                 To prove who is wrong and who is right.

Wanting always to play with my toy,

                              Unknowingly she would spoil my joy.

Time has certainly ripped us apart,

                            Together we are linked by the heart.

As such she is gentle and coy,

                          But watch her on her own oh boy!

In her I treasure a wonderful friend,

                                       With her dreamy moments can never end.

There are times I wish to hug her tight,

                                        And treat myself with her smile so bright.

I’d thank god for giving her to me,

                           Never in her eyes tears can I see.

 
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Posted by on August 9, 2012 in Poems

 

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Mind and its need for illustration: the conclusion

It is there for you but it may not really be there!

It is there for you but it may not really be there!

I was discussing about the requirement to be expressive with apt examples in all aspects of  life. Check out the previous blogs here https://writeforpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/08/01/mind-and-its-need-for-illustration-the-beginning/ and https://writeforpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/08/01/mind-and-its-need-for-illustration-the-intermediate/. The discussion is about gifts and being more open with material exchange to display feelings or strength. The gift element again is an issue for many individuals right from price to the purchased item or the label.

Comparison is one strong enemy for the helpless victims of illustrative relations. He got me this and you got me that! Well the thought process that led to this outcome was 100% different from the other. If only more time was spent on the real deal than the nick knacks it would be a lot easier for us to sustain and prosper.

Show how much more you can offer as compared to the other person. In case you pay higher than that one I will stay with you. I have this brand product it is known to be the best out there. If this all doesn’t drive you crazy there is more to it. Out of sight out of mind, that is one more aspect we got to fight tooth and nail when we are existing. Illustrate that you are a friend. Invite others over, go to their place and hang out. Keep in touch; that is really the oxygen for relationships. If you miss few years of life all the old memories just possibly vanishes. There is no record of your identity if you choose to go on a world trip without a Facebook update or mention to others.

That really is sad, as it could be tiring and impossible to keep track of every person in your life. Make sure they visit you and get along. This virtual world is adding to all the trouble. My cousin is just twelve and she has already changed her email ID more than 5 times. One of my friends probably got a hacked account and so she lost all the contact. Now I am clueless how to get to her, as email and phone number is all we had for communication.

This is not just repulsive technology, but adversity. Now you have to call and confirm the right email address then pass the message. Phones will be gone soon and you will virtually run around only with internet based profiles and numbers. Possibly even name would not matter. Names could be repetitive, but the smart software algorithm generated numbers would be totally unique.

Virtual cards don’t matter as they are based on universal theme. Shopping online is certainly appealing but the stress related to identity theft, shipping charges and long time for returning purchases just keeps people away from it.

So back to my original question, how can you illustrate your true feelings? Being there in times of need, saying ‘I love you’ more often or just popping by often showing you are alive can be sufficient? Would you be yourself and stay away from the universal trends and pressure to get involved in the illustrative chain? I doubt there is a solution to this problem. There are million dollar enterprises running efficiently all based on this need to show and express your thoughts, feelings, potential and calibre in the big bad world.

At every step you will be shown an apt way of doing things, you can either follow the lead or just break the shackles of stereotypes and just leap for a new experience.

 
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Posted by on August 1, 2012 in Walkthrough, Writing

 

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