Rains and chills

After a long journey of about an hour and a half I’m in office. The roads are filled with water. The rain hasn’t stopped in last many hours and if I’m in office its only because there’s a hope that we’ll be asked to leave early. And of course ... yeah its so damn boring to just be at home.

I'm putting some pics of the rain today on the photoblog. Don't you know http://pinkponytails.blogspot.com/ yet? What a waste!
Anyway.

So I am in office with my clothes dried under the hand drier in the loo. With a warm jacket and socks and 2 shawls :-) and a dry pair of shoes I’m tucked in comfortably in my chair.
Its good to have this extra stock in office in the rainy days.

Yeah the stuff keeps you warm and you feel fine; but you especially feel good when you see others in their drenched clothes, feeling cold in the ac hahahaha
So mean! Nah! just joking.

Well but yeah just a lil bit good ;-)

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Nothing stops

Woohooo I am back.

The sun still continues rising every morning,
In the blue sky or under gloomy clouds
The rain doesn’t stop
With a dreamy rainbow or in a Mumbai traffic jam
The trees stand tall
Dancing with the breeze or drenching in the downpour
Nothing stops
Doesn’t make a difference what you feel like
Everything goes on
The clock keeps ticking and Life moves on
Nothing stops
And so I’m back

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something something

I remember. Megha, my childhood buddy came running to me and said a girl in the next building has died. A little girl, of our age probably, or I guess little younger.
I don’t remember any sadness but we both went rushing to see her... or probably to see how death looks.
We peeped in from the door. She was there on the floor, only her face uncovered. Megha and I stared at her for what seemed like a long time. I think I was trying to see if she’s really dead. For a moment I saw her head move slightly and we ran from there.

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Nikhil’s mum had a diary. She would show it to me to show different songs she had copied down that used to be played on radio. It must be an old diary.
Along with each song she had very neatly written day, date and the colour of saree she wore for work that day.

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In the rains we kids would see where most of the water flows down from the hill that was so close to my house.
I remember we called the muddy water chay – tea; and actually used to be so exhilarated to see so much chay flowing down the hill.
After we were back from getting drenched in the rain, all tired after building a dam or at least a bridge for the chay-water we would get spanked, and we would call it a Six :-) mum used to laugh while doing this. I din’t understand this one.
So like… she actually enjoyed that we tried to build a dam or a bridge and she knew she has to do her duty by letting us know that its kinda not cool to get drenched in rain.

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Oh people come in varied colours!
When I feel down there are few who speak at length to me. Try to dig out, as if to understand the problems I have. I did get a feeling but wasn’t sure of it, I thought for a moment that they enjoy it secretly.
But now when I see them indifferent when I feel good, I’m sure that yes, they did enjoy my bit of problems.

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There are voices in my head. They come somewhere from the right side. Too many voices, whispering, talking, shouting… a big commotion. Probably they are telling me something… I want to listen to them. Oh but this fan makes so much noise. Let me switch it off so I can hear clearly.
I donno what happened. I switch off the fan and the voices fade away; as if afraid that I’ll overhear them.

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Or may be its just some chatter

Guess it’s that time in my life
When I should go on picking up clues and keep walking. Reaching anywhere doesn’t really matter.
Or may be its just some chatter

hmmm should I go out in the open skies
On a bank of a river
Or anywhere
Pick up a stone and throw in the water
See how it bounces
And try to imitate on the grass
See a lil girl watching me from a window
Should I just go and search for the window?
Her mom offers me tea so hot
I should just grab it and say Thanks a lot
She would mention about the fair she’s goin to
Something reminds me the song ‘Majhi re majhi, ramiya majhi’
I donno why I think of this song now
May be I’m gonna see the ‘jogi’ there in the fair
The fair makes me meet a jogi,
a clown and a monkey who chuckles
A photo studio, giant wheel and a man,
so grown up and still playing with the soap bubbles
I can see myself in the bubbles
In the little ones I’m so tiny,
And so fat in the big ones
Big or tiny they are still fun
Floating or bursting,
they are so much on their own.

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