On a Rainy Sunday

The day started late with me waking around 08:30. When my mind came into senses the first thing I looked around was for the mosquitoes inside my net. These days this has been a routine. To fight back against the commando mosquitoes who sneak into the net during the course of night. Today was better as there was only one which was too careless to move even when it saw my hand coming towards it. 

May be it would have over worked and filled its belly than the normal dose of blood. Straight from bed to kitchen where the mirror smiles at me. Rain which started from Friday night was still pouring. I kept the kettle on the stove for my morning black coffee. After brushing teethes were shining as in the advt. I add a half spoon of coffee powder to the boiling water and few spoons of sugar make my coffee the best in planet earth.

I sip the coffee reading the news paper. After a quick round I finish off my coffee and rush towards the shower because time is 09:00 and I am already late for office. I finish off my shower and start by 09:30. Experience I gained from last few days had taught me what to wear and how to ride the bike on a rainy day. 

I took the blue rain coat laying on the dark corner of the hall untouched my any one in my room. The old tracks were of great use. I kept my Jean and T-shirt inside my bag. With helmet the makeup was complete. It was drizzling and the drops kept my glasses always covered to ensure that my visibility was less than 70%. I drove all the 20 km to office in 40 mins. At office a quick change of dress and the corporate guy in me was born. Been a Sunday the work load was less and thus the rain seemed more beautiful.  Around 04:00 I finished my Tea and started from office with the change of dress from the corporate back to a rain driver.

But this time it was not just a drizzle but it was raining. My visibility was less than 40%. But the good part was glasses were always kept clean by the continuous downpour. The 20km back home took nearly an hour.  My speedometer needle was ranging between 35-40 Km/hr.  Rain gave my bike continuous free water service. I was wet from head to toe expect the bag which was hidden inside the rain coat. Been wet, brought insane ideas in me to which I surrendered at last. I decided to go to beach. I kept my bag in my home and drove towards the beach imagining a bare beach with rain beating hard against the raising sea tides. But I was flabbergasted to see a flock of insane fellow humans on beach. 

A couple was sitting on the cement embankment without even a rain coat. They were enjoying the warmth of love been wet. Few guys were playing cricket. Few even dared to have a bath in the roaring sea. The sea had swallowed a part of beach were we used to play football on Sunday mornings. I couldn’t see more than 10 meters into sea. The rain drew a curtain of mystery on the sea. Even with the rain the business was spurring on beach with hot items calling the wet customers. I had a 50 rupee and a 5 rupee note folded in a plastic cover kept in my pocket. But I had no intention to mix the food with water as I was without a shade and the downpour hardened. There were cars parked on the road adjacent to the beach. People were peacefully enjoying the dark clouds. 

I decided to take a walk on beach. After the refreshing wet walk I joined the couple and sat with them enjoying the rain. Time was 06:30 by now. I kissed the sea and waved a signoff. On the way back home I had a hot tea and my 5 rupee was exchanged for that. Back home I had a quick shower and then into warm clothes as half of my body was still numb. The rainy Sunday could have been better. What a day was it? 

A Day at home

I started writing this page sitting in my front porch. I have my black wagon R on my right hand side and the pink sym – the moped on my left. Don’t get confused. I am sitting in a corner. The climate today has been pleasing. It’s neither hot nor raining, it neither humid nor dry. It’s a perfect November morning. I woke around 7.00 am. After five days at home I was felling dry with the thought that I was flying to Chennai today. It sucked my happiness at least for few seconds. Life at home was, is and would be the best whichever part of world u fly. As always home is sweetest. 

With all these thoughts in my head I woke from my bed. As always the birds had woke before me. They were busy with the chirpings which rose and fell like a chorus practicing. There were few notes that grabbed my immediate attention. The chorus had not only birds but squirrels too. They all were located at different parts of the Mango tree that stood in my backyard, a few meters away from my Window. The sun had its rays touch everything adding an extra dimension to their beauty. I woke with my arms stretched. My spectacles were kept on the table. I took them and climbed down from the first floor to the main hall through the connecting stair. 

My day had begun. As it was a working day Mother was busy at Kitchen. Dad was reading the news paper which was full of Obama as his foreign trip to India had concluded. News paper and the TV and had their chunk of flesh and rejoiced the Presidential visit. 

Our cat – Kitty was roaming around the room and was playing with a small green ball running across the breadth and width of the room. I brushed my teeth and started with my first tea of the day.

After the daily routine I planned to seek the blessings from god. To spent some time with my creator. I wore a dhoti with red lining and a shirt matching to it. The time was 8.30 am. By cousin would be starting to the school which is few meters away from the temple that I would be going. I picked him and dropped at his school. The view of the school brought back the memories of my school days.

My school was only 3 km away from home. To be more precise my parents decided to settle down near to the school. Though the distance seemed less I still used to travel by school bus. The days when the school used to start at 8.30 which were later changed to 7.30 to ease the traffic. The radio kept at home used to be my navigator. 

It ensured that I always followed time and never missed my school bus. My count of friends in my locality was limited but I had some real good friends in my school. School life was one dimensional. It was all about studying and scoring marks. I still remember the wait for the playing time period. In my time table I used to mark them bolder to ensure that I don’t miss them. Though I was never a champion in any sports you pick I had a larger heart and high level of energy to be part of it. But football had a special place in my heart. The time when the excitement was at its pinnacle was during the opening and closing of the summer vacation. 


At the closing time mind was full of ideas of how to get out the maximum of the time I spent. I learned time management from those days. The day started early and ended late. Life was busting with energy. I traveled to far places and stayed with my relatives for a small span of time. That was really refreshing. By the time the countdown for the school opening starts rain would arrive. This would give some days for rest as play was restricted inside home. Now again the excitement level peaks as with the covering of books, buying new bags, water bottles, boxes and a lot more. I used to paste the best label on the text which I loved the most. Science used to get the best label always. The excitement dies out some time after school opening. Soon life is mouse and cat race with exams and marks.

I press the quick start button and the engine comes to power. I drove from the school to temple. The temple was not crowded as it was a regular working day.  The temple is located in the centre of the ground which used to be the venue where the temple festivals would be conducted. It would be attended would by thousands and is a display of the culture and heritage of the region. That’s a festival that needs to be experienced once in life time.  I drove back after my prayers. I had my breakfast ready on the table. I switch on the TV and ate my breakfast watching it. Finishing my breakfast I sat over the sofa idle for few minutes surfing through the channels. Kitty my cat had taken the pleasure of sleeping over my tummy. I laid there for few minutes without disturbing her. Around afternoon I felt the pain with the thought of leaving to Chennai on evening. I stitched a web of positive scenarios to create the a better feeling. But it was worth of it as I got some relief. I had my tea and by the rain had started pouring.

I love when it rains. Rain has the power of invoking emotions. It makes the atmosphere wet. The wetness has the beauty that is so unique. Rain brings in new energy to the planet. The smell of soil on the first rain is something to cherish for a life time. Both flora and fauna respond to the natures call in their own way. The cry, sprout and every where the positive vibe is felt. I love rain for its mystery. A mystery that I love. I miss my loved ones. Rain always brings the memories of the left over days. The days when I used to go in a cycle to my kinder garden classes, the days at school when it rained, at college where the first romance sprouted and a lot more. Rain brings hope for me. It gives me memories that I have left in the race that I am part of.

Now it’s time for my train. I start after having a cup of tea. Mother packs the food for me which I would be having after some time getting into the train. Dad accompanies me to the station. I meet an old friend of mine at station. He couldn’t recognize me. I spell my name and his memory gets connected with my profile. We have a quick exchange of greetings and end up with a promise to meet sooner. 

I board my train. In my cabin I meet a couple, a young girl and two guy’s one aged around 60 and the other around 40. I exchange a pleasant smile with all and slowly pick a conversation with the couple. Soon all becomes part of the talk. We have subjects varying from climate at Chennai to Obama’s visit. The guy around 60, curses the politicians for the prime reason for the country’s so called under developed status. I defend him with my incorrigible optimism that change is on the way and our country is goanna be super power within the next 20 years. May be this could be the reason that President Obama told the world that India is going to become a super power with half of its population below 30. He would have calculated the power of youth in delivering things and in their power of dreams which could convert any nation to a super power. I still have that faith in me and my nation.

After the brief talk I got to the upper berth and finish the delicious home packed food. I rearrange the bags for me to sleep. Tomorrow when sun raises in East I would be in Chennai ready for the fast paced race. 

When I thought 19th was 18th

I was excited about going for the session. I had planned this before a long time. I payed my registry fee of 100 rupees and waited for the day with Hands folded. I charged the batteries for my Camera as a cam without batteries would be the last thing expected for such a session. On the morning for session I woke around 6:00 am. The sky was not as cloudy as it used to be. The birds were singing their chorus. I woke with the excitement in my heart. 

The energy was pumping in. I selected my dress, pressed it and kept it ready. Now I had to take a quick shower and get ready. As I stay at Thiruvanmayur I have to travel almost an hour to reach Nungambakkam. So I was planning to start around 7:00 which would give me ample time for having breakfast too. The shower refreshed me and the pressed clothes made me feel good. I collected the batteries from the charger. I took my camera. Kept everything in my bag. Before starting I went through the printout of the email that I had taken. Everything was fine. I had a pulse to check the date in my watch and it showed 19^th. But the mail showed 18^th.I couldn’t believe what had happened. But the truth was I had missed the first photography session scheduled for 18^th Saturday. There was no point in regretting. But still the mistake haunted me. The freak accident left me in blues with a full Sunday to unfold.

Moral: Always check the day not just the date.

Happy Diwali

The diwali has always been special.The crackers light the dark sky with rockets roaring across making a perfect canvas to capture. The sky at night during diwali time is breath taking. If you happen to be at some metros where there are no space for the individuals to express their share of joy. To get the spirit of fireworks they have two choices to opt for.One the road in front of the house and the other sky above the house.In chennai if u happen to drive during a diwali day through any in-cut road then you are guaranteed to experience some war field scenario. Both sides of the road people will be standing the throwing the crackers to the middle of the road. But seeing the joy and spirit with everyone celebrates dissolves the anger if any within you. The next special which diwali has are the rockets which people send across..I mean they are intended to touch sky but a bit change in direction and landed them inside neighbors living room. Here in Chennai people spend their money getting crackers,shopping new clothes (u can see boards in front of showrooms offering buy two get five free offer) and then making sweets.

My diwali morning started at 7 .I had a quick bath. To add surprise to the day even my friend Suraj too took a bath on the day. I wish every day was diwali. Then as usual the yoga session.It was around 8.30 I decided to go for BF. When I came went outside to my surprise all were celebrating diwali and no hotel was open.I thought I will celebrate my diwali with millions of other Indians who would be left hunger. But the sudden flash of thought that a malayalee hotel would be remaining send waves of happiness. I thought of staying with the minority of Indians who will have their BF.Took my bike and had a Juice from there with bread omelet which I took only a half.The second half I packed and brought back home for Jimmy as he was hiding in wour bathroom outside afraid of the crackers bursting around. He was happy to have a surprise BF..Poor dog..the sound of crackers is too much to bear for them.Now need to wash clothes and make few calls..Now thinking of lunch and dinner..lets c hw the Diwali Day goes on. Happy,prosperous and a colorful Diwali to all.

India still crawls well Behind in moulding true leaders.

Few days back when i was reading through the news paper, news about Sanjay Dutt contesting the elections on SP's ticket grabbed my attention. This news certainly had a element of glamour in it. Of course the 'Munna Bhai' factor and perhaps this would be same reason that they are thinking of staging Munna as their party man in the election. The Munna effect can grab the layman and ensure that he would stamp for Munna . Of course these are those set of people who participate in elections just for the sake of it. 

Let’s have a retrospection of Sanjay. Though there were times in his career that could really tear it down, he still managed to make it to the top in his field. The effects of his movies where tricking down and reached all sections of people. The latest of the series Hits with him playing as Munna was restoring the lost glory of Gandian values. People found the magic that non-violence can create. Well that’s looking from his career perspective. But when his personal life is looked on, it seems like a wretched story. The involvement in the Bombay riots, the possession of arms and trail of another incidents which few days back ended him in Jail with the media crying out for the Sanjay Bhai's innocence all are bright in our memories. But Crime is crime and there is no escape. With such an history of broken personal charisma the real question would be is he really strong to lead people morally and can the people look at him as a leader for future, at least form hia constituency. May be or may not be. I don’t know.

Any way that’s a question that future will answer. But i got the real shock I got was when I heard that Sanjay would not be able to contest due to legal hurdles (may be,he would) and SP is looking his wife as a alternative with Sanjay campaigning for her. This shows how much importance we are giving to leaders of future who will drive the country. This shows how low morale the political parties can have while selecting a leader. It clearly shows it’s not that they are believe Sanjay as a leader who can be the voice of millions, but their faith with Sanjay who with a tag Bollywood could turn the election results in favour of the respective party. This attitude of the political parties to win at any cost by contesting quality less glamour leaders who really can’t be the leaders should be rechecked. This not only gives us a light towards the future with strong leaders to guide us but also helps our country to be as strong as what we dream of her to be.
Jai Hind.

Stay floated,stay ahead.

It was sudden decision. to be frank one which always resided in my heart from long back. The memories of sitting out as a odd one when ever i visited my fathers village when other children of my age swam across the temple pond sent a chill across. I avoided having bath there coz of my lameness in swimming. I always wondered hw people managed to stay afloat. My mom always insisted me in learning swimming. but i couldnt do it,there where thousand of lame excuses.
The day had came to pull the strings close.i decided to do something in order to control my belly dia..and the best way sorted out was learn swimming..There where two options for that..a doudle shot..one it cuts the fat in ur bodythe second u can learn swimming..Put a brave face across those whom made u feel ashamed coz of ur attitude difference towards water.So we decided to explore the near by resources and tally them with ur financial status.I and my friend had to face a volley of sarcasms from my friends when i kept the idea of swimming..Now it was do or die..Coz u said it and u have to keep it,atleast for ur peaceful existence there.We paid the amount and then joined for a 15days class..

15days is too less for a person like me to atleast catch up with water, Any way i was standing in position where i cant walk back..We bought swimming shots and a cap..atleast something is better is than nothing.The big Day arrived..we walked across the pool with a feel of guiltiness for punishing myself against the cold water which paused my beat at heart at least for few seconds..The first day was quiet boring..A good tube was given and we made to float with the aid of that..our hands where subjected to rigorous motion for creating ripples in water to keep as float..We felt like,its not easy,lets call it off...But something’s when poised to complete, gets completed in across conditions.

The second day the same was followed with an addition of legs to it..My legs moved in a V shape pushing the water across like a paddle boat..When i tried coordinating both arms and legs it was like a frog in water..i remembered the ones i used to see across in the near by fields,a sense of respect for them filled in me.The tube was removed on day3..Perphaps if someone was there to see me and my friend swimming they would have a cardiac arrest coz of our style of swimming..it was like a boat trying to keep itself stabilized in a sea swept by huge waves.Though we drank hell of water by the end of the hour we learned to keep stabilised atleast for few seconds even though that method may suck ur total energy..But a milestone was achieved.

Day 4-7 we praticised in expertise breast stroke and we succeded..The rest of days where kept apart for different styles like free stroke,butterfly etc..The day which we really started enjoying water was day11..Once ur done with the learning u feel urself quiet comfortable across the cool water which shivers the laziness in u.The days passed without out notices. There where few breaks between the 15days..it extended finally to around 30 to complete the 15day course..But the sense of been a more better compared to others whom cant swim gives a feel of good..Why shouldn’t i learn swimming in this world when 76% of her itself is been covered by water itself...Lets keep gng to enjoy the strokes of joy and refreshment.

i was born alone..lived alone...died alone..Thts life

I was born alone to parents whom i havent ever seen...I never thought of them really...By the age i was able to think i was left homeless in streets fighting for food and keeping away from the machos who ruled the street..A life which i live for no reason but for some cause which the lord sent me here...

My day started early morning..after a small tour across the street i would settle near by the hotel whose owner was merciful to lent me part of food thrown from the hotel..I was pleased with that..having my part of food from there was a routine..the same set of my fellows share the food given...but the elders were always respected(coz they would throw u apart)...Then i would enjoy the morning rays by laying myself across the tarred road..its a pleasure sandwiching urself with the coolness from the tar and the rays breaking down their part of heat to refresh me...i would lay down enjoying the busy morning street..people dressed across races,age would be racing towards their destinations..some say..."look at the cute laying there"..i feel myself been embraced with a layer of pride...I wonder why people rush..its only once u live,live it.

The clock ticks,i notice it by the changing direction of rays and the feel of heat..with a sluggishness i drag my body against the gravity to spring back on my four legs..Its time for a tour.Been the watchman of the street ur quiet responsible for the activites happening there..Moving across the street i see myself standing at the other end of the gate watching me with a sense of selfnes..I believe it dosent matter which side of the gate u belong when u get food and shelter.My legs drag across the tar which slowly catches with the heat from the rays of the moving sun.The street has died out with all the noises been wipped off..coz not much activity is there..people walk across with small wishpers which some times break into appauld..The hotel soon catches the noon fever..large section of people fill the hotel room to fill their part of stomach..The heat force me to pull acros the shades of the tree near by...After having food from the hotel,people sit across the tree besides me and enjoy the lighter side of life...

By this time my fellows would be hovering near by calling me for the sweet lunch..We share the food some times with few barks but have it to the neck..Now its time for a sleep..i feel myself like a feather floating across in my dreams...The shade shifts its direction calling me everytime to allign myself with it.Who said its not bad to dream during day..i enjoy my dreams..playing with my friends,having food across and a lot more..The street soon sprouts back to life with children back from school.They dance,sing songs and enjoy life to the brim..Its time for me to have some exercises..i run towards the beach wher my friends would have already settled and started playing..its time when all ur feelings dissolve in a thick soup of friendship.We run across the beach till the panting over comes the spirit..Laying down the beach till the sun departs make my soul peacefull..i see humans pampering their children..

As the night pulls down i find a right place to settle against the cold winds which pulls the life out of ur heart..The night slowly crawls in..i sharpen my ears to the sounds across..coz i have responsibility of the entire street hanging down my shoulders..i enjoy the night...Sleep catches slowly..i think..who iam i,why iam i here...but i know everything god does is for a cause..a cause which people search throughout their life and never find till the music in them dies out ...