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Oh My God!! Its Raining!!

In Dil Se on June 6, 2011 at 8:23 pm

Rain

The emotions behind this expression can be anything. It can be a romantically excited sigh of young love birds. Joyful scream of a football crazy lad. Irritated curse of a hurrying house woman running towards cloth drying line or a surprised expression out of a young man dressed in office formals caught by unannounced rain on his way to work.

Rain brings mixed feeling to the world. From a joyous celebration of new life to a choked gutters of old sewer lines. Every one acknowledges the rain. It does not come in stealth mode like winter nor it comes in full bloom like summer. It comes like a long distant relative, who arrives undeclared but brings joy to the family. For me the meaning of its arrival has changed since when I was a little kid. Every rainy Monsoon is new for me. More like a start of all new life every year.

When I was a little kid I used to embrace the first rain at my grandpa’s house. The old house was in typical Indian village. We cousins used to gather there for our summer vacations. It had a huge front yard with a cow shed, few Mango trees, a Banyan tree, A huge pile of hay for cattle, a small servant quarter, a well and a big farm just beyond the bushy fence. We used to play there day and night through out the summer. But then On one fine day hot summer weather will start to change. Black clouds will gather and big thunderous lightening will brighten the whole world. Every thing will go air bound in minutes. Girls would scream and run inside the house. Boys will remain outside as if to fight the storm out. We would jump on the hay pile, blow the leaves into the air with our hand. The whole world used to look like into a marry dance to welcome the annual guest of Nature, The Monsoon. After the thunderous announcement first rain would finally arrive. Sheets of water droplets from heaven with strong Geosmin would fall on earth. Everything used to get drenched in the first shower. Grandpa would join us kids into the rain along with the whole family. The first rain is believed to be holy. Getting drenched in it will remove all your illness and make you ready for yet another year. The first rain dance of the season was more than just a joy for a little kid in me.

As I grew older and started going to school arrival of June changed its meaning. The scent of first drop on soil used to bring along the scent of new school uniform and new books. Schools used to reopen just after the first rain. All the joy of carefree and boundless summer fun used to go into tight schedule of school and homework. The wet raincoats in class rooms, muddy shoes and soiled cloths would dampen the summer fun. Occasional offs due to heavy rain and a game or two of football in knee deep mud was part of rare Monsoon fun in those days. Bicycle rides through the mud on way to school, scoldings of teachers and mother alike for unnecessary getting the uniform spoiled, Hot chocolate milk and Halwa on catching the mandatory cold. Warm blanket, an awesome book and rocking chair with drizzle of rain on a compulsory sick off owing to the cold still brings warmth in my heart. The Monsoon memories of my teenage are still warm like hot chicken soup in my soul.

College Monsoons were no different from the school days, except the muddy cycle rides were exchanged with long bike drives, football volleyball games were frequent on college’s lush green ground. Bhutta, Sutta, Chai and Samosa would warm the cold shivering days. Long drives into the chilly hills with someone special for the first kiss, Unforgettable moments of taking hands in hand and smelling those intoxicating wet hair drenched in the rain for the first time, feeling that warmth trickling down from her lips into your heart. The passion of first love, the excitement, the shivers and then blaming each other for cold and fever that resulted from the brief encounter in the rain. That’s how rain brought romance in my crazy teenage life.

Now the equation has changed. The joy of life, The joy of romance that comes from first rain has gone. All I have to search for is my last year’s umbrella from the attic, I have to get new shoes for protecting against heavy rain, change routes to avoid water clogged area, I curse small kids playing in mud for spoiling my cloths by water splashes. I get worried looking at the young couples walking in knee deep sewer water. I boil tap water and store it to get rid of the microbes that come from the rains. I hate traveling on road and unknown routes for the possibility of traffic jams or any mishap. I don’t eat from roadside for fear of diseases. I start my home medication from the slightest sign of flue. Everything that I used to like about rain has now changed into my hatred.

Where is that kid who used to dance in the rain? Where is that boy who used to play in mud? And where is that lovely couple who used to kiss every time the land is drenched in water?

No.. The rain has not changed!! I am changed!!

Yeh Daulat Bhi Le Lo,

Yeh Shaurat Bhi Le Lo,

Bhale Cheen Lo Mujhse Se Meri Jawani,

Magar Mujhko Lauta Do

Bachpan Ka Sawan…..

Wo Kagaz Ki Kashti….

Wo Baarish Ka Paani…

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Save Trees or Use Rubber

In Dil Se on May 31, 2011 at 10:40 pm

Life is hell these days, isn’t it?

Global warming, deforestation, rise in temperature, rise in sea level, natural calamities are making it worse for planet earth. We are facing problems like financial crisis, unemployment, food shortage, high property rates, costly health services, costly education and deadly competition. The situation is so harsh that it feels awful to be alive in this era. If this is so bad for us I can’t even imagine how bad it will be for coming generations.

In last hundred years half of the Earth’s mature tropical forests have been destroyed. In race of industrialization our grand fathers have left us with a highly polluted atmosphere and a life style that asks for more damage to the planet earth. The comfort and ease of living has increased the life expectancy and life style requirements. Greater financial needs and higher social protocols have caused for a stiffer competitive scenario. Larger populations and lesser habitable land are causing smaller houses and crowded cities. Unfortunately we are paying for sins of our grand fathers. But think what are we going to leave behind for our children?

They say 80% of tropical forest will be lost by 2030. Oil resources will run out by 2050. Sea level rise will drown two third of world’s major cities by end of this century. Food supplies will not be sufficient to feed all the humans. Land will no longer remain fertile given to the extensive use of chemical fertilizers. New generation machines and equipments will reduce the human involvement in industrial production resulting to lesser wages and fewer jobs. Unimaginable competition for higher education in race of acquiring high paying top class jobs will demand more out of tender brains. Extensive training and performance enhancing drugs will raise the bar for sports persons high up. Cities will grow and crowd. No more place for kids to play and grow under open sky and clear air.

Future will be gloomier if another world war strikes. The pure drinking water, depleting oil reserves, natural gas resources are already becoming issues for tussle between countries. If any one out of them decides to deploy a nuclear missile anywhere on earth it will start an all out war among all nations. Earth will no longer remain a place to live for humans. We will be wiped out in matter of days. The life on earth will surely survive but not with the human life.

This dark picture of future is not something purely out of imagination. We have already traveled a great distance towards it till date. If we don’t realize and change our course to the doom in time, we are sure to just be a part of history. Living a human life without caring for nature or rest of planet earth is not an option today. If we want our next generations to see the light of the day and a healthy atmosphere to grow and prosper we have to take steps accordingly. Save and restore the nature as much as you can. Conserve and judiciously use the natural resources. Make a habit of keeping a check on your requirements and utilization. Do not waste water, electricity, fuel and money. They are natural resources use them wisely. Cause no one but your own children will miss if you waste them today.

On a closing note,

Save earth.. save planet… save trees or just use rubber to eliminate the next generation at the very beginning.


Are you Mr. Right?

In Dil Se on April 19, 2011 at 2:17 pm

Are you Mr. Right?

This question is oblivious to you being a woman or a man. Yeah girls, even men ask the same question to themselves everyday. A new breed of metro-sexual men who are insecure about themselves ask this question everyday to the mirror. Am I the Mr. Right? Will I be a choice of any Ms. Right? Is someone searching for me right now? Or will I be one of those unlucky 86 (914 sex ratio in India 😦 ) Do I look good? Do I smell good? Why that other guy is so popular among girls and not me?

If you are a guy reading this perhaps the one who stumbled upon this through Google search then see yourself once again. Do you have a big tummy growing around your west because of inactivity in real world? Or Do you spend 80% of your time searching babes on internet and getting high by dirty chatting with them? Do you have phone pals? You can be extremely funny with an online girl-friend but stammer in front of a female receptionist. If you have even one of these characteristics then perhaps some where deep in your mind you know that you are one of those unlucky 86. You know you are not gonna get the girl you yearn for.

Girls, this breed of digital males is increasing these days. Since the time girls have started choosing their mates, males have become insecure. They think there is no point in fighting among themselves when the most eligible female mate can easily be wooed by a non compatible male. Because of this insecurity these males have started to become obsessed by female ideas of perfect male. That is Mr. Right. Now the question arises how to become Mr. Right?

As we know Woman mind is the most mysterious place in universe. Seeking an answer there is like searching for source of light in black hole. And searching for answer to “Mr. Right” question is beyond scope of male brain. So what do males do? They compare themselves with most successful males. TV/Movie stars, Sport stars etc. They try to become like them. Working out, protein diets, facials, make ups, apparels, accessories have become a part of their obsession. They have started taking care of their complexion, hair, diet, figure, looks. They started waxing, plucking, threading, dying. In the race of becoming the Mr. Right they are actually loosing their Macho image.

But then do all these feminine obsession really succeed? Now this is utmost important question to both the sexes who are reading this. Girls/Boys what do you think about a guy who talks about SPF 40 sunscreen better than Petronas W02 car? or a guy who skips a sports bar hang out for an appointment with hair dresser? Surely you gonna doubt about existence of his testicle sack. But then that’s the reality. There are men getting counseling for  after break up depression. Men who are made polygamous by nature why get devastated after loosing one female mate (in most of cases without mating) ? And do you think these are the Males nature will consider for propagating Human species?

Mr. Right is totally a female concept. To become a Mr. Right is like being born from female “Brain” rather than from her womb. If you think you want to be Mr. Right then be yourself. Be Macho, be testorious not like a sissy. I know girls will agree to me when i say they will choose a guy with testicle sack than a guy with make up kit.

On a closing note i would like to quote a Chinese guy from China Town

“Be a Man, Do the Right thing”

Beautiful Lovers

In Dil Se on February 7, 2011 at 7:00 pm

As always she was lonely that day. Standing on a secluded stone. Storm was on his way to the shore but she was not worried by him. In fact she was waiting for him to come, to greet her with his masculine arms, to engulf her with power of his mighty wind. The sea was afraid. He was trying to climb up the stone to hide behind her feet. He was roaring, crying for help. Splashing his water as high as mountain to catch her attention. But she just ignored him, like a mother ignoring a spoiled crying kid. Darkness was around them. Sun slept behind the curtain of clouds. May be he too had no guts to face the storm. Sea grew restless, he was afraid of the darkness and the storm. He just wished he could get to her, and safely hide behind her.

Her mind was calm. She was serene like a saint. She was Enjoying the wind flowing through her wide spread slender arms. Grass waving beneath her feet was cheering her up. She had waited for a year to meet his vehement love. She knew his love will be strong. She knew his fiery strength. And that was just what she wanted so strong. She was thirsty like a parched land; she wanted to be drenched in the shower of his passionate love, to be full once again to bear his fruits on her.

He still had a long way to cross before he could meet her. She could see his tall figure striding over the surface of sea. The clouds formed aura around him. It made him look more desirable. Like a king of the land his head was crowned with shimmering lightning. Now and then he would strike the sea with his sword. Whole universe would quiver hearing to his thunderous stroke. She was delighted to see him once again.

At last he came. The year full of wait and separation was over. He was passionate as ever. She was delighted as always. The whole world saw their passionate love. Her slender figure bending, twisting and twitching by his might. Her challenging grace inviting him again and again. He would kiss her, embrace her, move her from side to side. She too was enjoying it, Her thirst for him was quenched, her bare body was now ready to bear new color of life. She had met him at last. He had drenched her with his love once again.

The storm abated. He was calm now. The universe who witnessed the clash of lovers was silent. The lonely tree on stone was standing tall once again. Her slender branches were sprouting new leaves. The ground beneath her feet was growing green with new saplings. The beautiful nature was cheerful again. Cause she had met her lover, The Monsoon!

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