Today Morn

Today morning was a beautiful affair. While sitting in the college cafe, my mind wandered off to similar wet moments which had made me so happy and so insanely ecstatic in the past. And those times seemed to have gone so far away. Or may be I had traveled ahead. The good part was that none of it made me feel lonesome or sad. I did not feel I was missing something. I did not long and I did not look back teary eyed sort of a way. And it all happened naturally. Yes, my heart longed for romance, my hands longed for a hand to hold and to caress.. for a friend who I could perhaps make pakodas with and raise a toast of tea to the serenity around me. The little droplets hanging by the green leaves spake of hope and abundance. How I wanted to capture each swinging drop about to trip into the abyss of nothing and everything! I basked sitting under the shed...the rainfall making crackling noises.. so pleasing to the ear and wholesome in thought. I wanted to record the sound forever. But it is as good I didn't do it for what's rainfall to an habitual ear?

I sat on the table with my feet perched on the bench below and my back resting by the pole sustaining the hood overhead. I had a friend sitting with me.. who shared with me his hopes and plans about life. He happened to tell me about his gf too and by the soft look on his face I could tell he loves her so much. :) It was enriching to see someone in love and yet so much at peace. That's what's love. It is supposed to be an extension of peace and freedom..how many of us actually see it that way? :) But let me not dwell on that topic for there will be no coming back. I was happy because I felt free. I was happy because the raindrops for once did not mix with tears.. did not remind me of sad times but chimed only of hope and abundance.

It wasn't bliss that I was taciturnly celebrating sitting under the shed with hot coffee in hand. It was freedom to be who I am and a teeny weeny proud moment of being the way I am. This normalcy was what I had pined for for so long.

Some more time passed and by then I had gone to the classrooms to join some other friends. I sat on the parapet - something not advisable but very tempting and cosy. I lounged lazily as the rain poured and chatted with friends. The rain had begun to feel what it was meant to be. Perhaps this is how a desolate tree must experience when it sees the maiden sprouts of baby leafs, all soft and fragile, clinging on its barren branches. Almost in hugs.

Here's a li'l smthing I wrote for a friend as I sat under the shed:


As mornin' comes a-knockin
Rain rushes to welcome her in
From behind the glass window
I can see beauty unseen.

With every drop of rain
that dangles by tiny leafs
Reverberate my tiny hopes
and enormous happiness
Your friendship brings.

Let it rain crazy today!
Let us all get stuck!
In this moment, this beauty 
Let us all chance our luck!

Independence Day Special

Independence Day Programme: 

I am going to Di's place and i'm gonna do the cooking! That's the way modern women celebrate independence. Back to the cinders- at their convenience :)

The menu so far: 

1. Appetizers: Chilly Potato

2. First course: Kulcha Sandwiches

3. Main Course: Rajma - Chawal

4. Dessert: Icecream with nuts

And lotsa lotsa Breezer and Old Monk to boot. Kites department being handled by Sir. Me and Di will be caretaking the music and food. :) My friends are also throwing a party so I may go there for a couple of hours. :) 

tête-à-tête

Hey! Had a long day - partly spent at college and partly at home. Post internship, I feel I had been walking with this weight (that I liked) upon my shoulders for a month and suddenly the weight has been lifted but my shoulders pretending not to have felt anything! But I know i'm gonna get used to the college schedule (read being free for most of the working hours) and enjoy being by myself again. 

I am reading a few nice books these days. I recently got a copy of Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali at the recommendation of a friend. I read a few passages but just got time to skim. (Actually, I procrastinate with purpose).

Another book I recently bought from dear old colorful delightfully quintessentially Indian and  Dilli-rious Janpath is M.J. Akbar's India- the seige within, which I enjoyed reading immensely some years back and wanted to adorn my collection. It's the most readable, precise, concise, interesting and captivating yet honest portrayal of Indian History-as we know it. Its my book-in-hand these days.

Among my other simultaneous reads is the ever-friendly Harry Potter.. am reading the 5th part for perhaps the 5th time now. Its light, its cool, its kiddish, its fun, its happy..what else does one want before one doses off to sleep or reads first thing in the morning when eyes are still dry and mind disoriented? :) Besides, the first part of Deathly Hallows is about to hit the cinema halls and I wanna go well-prepared, you see. ;) 

Another extraordinary collectible I recently purchased and have read is an anthology on 'Love' by Modern Library. The book is a complete steal - a rare and a classic compilation of perhaps the best of short stories, poetry, ballads, fables, essays and excerpts from English Literature. What would you say if you got the likes of Charlotte Bronte, Jane Austen, Anton Chekov, D.H. Lawrence, Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde, Samuel Taylor Coleridge et al talking of love and longing in one single bind? And wouldn't your heart do a silent somersault when introduced to the amorous poetry by Donne and Robert Browning? Especially Donne, I must mention. And wouldn't you wanna picture yourself sitting under a tree, singing to yourself, with a basket of flowers and a river softly flowing by, when reading of Greek gods and their trysts with love? I read these all and so loved 'em. There's more I am yet to savour. :)

I am in an exceptionally soft mood today. And no it isn't in reaction to the anthology. I don't know why, but my heart is swaying to something. What is it? What is it?

I watched The Fountainhead today...mustered the will to watch after considerable dilly dallying. Didn't want the images in my head to be washed away with those of the characters in the movie, as it so often happens and spoils the read. But having seen it now, I can safely pronounce it to be a 'safe-adaptation'. The movie is in black and white, little coarse but nice. Had it been balmier or dulcet, it would have besmirched Rand's polemic reputation.


Me thinks.