The rains have not just the romanticism about, they can lend you a salubrious effect whether you
walk in the rains or sit indoors and watch through the mullioned window the
silver drops falling from the skies like arrows of avidity. I’m enjoying the
monsoon, reveling in it, tactile about it after very many years. When was the
last I was in the land “Where the rain is born”, in the monsoon?
Where is the dullness of spirit the occasional ennui that
besotted? The friendships that were faux
serenading thus far in malarkey, wasting many a happy hour? All washed away in the monsoon down pour like
the calloused rubble and dust.
Last night it rained, waking me up like with the accompaniments
of a Kathakali libretto and I pulled aside the sashes of the window and lay in bed
melting in the cascading waters from the heavens. The glow of the lone light
outside lend an aura of abstractness to the moment. It was sublime and longed
that sleep doesn’t power over me.
Ironically power cuts come about in the land of rains, now even
in the monsoon. But then this is a land of ironies, of contradictions, of
eternal disagreements, of many gods and of men who fiercely are querulous and
unilateral, of the ones despairing to make believe there is a halo about them. This is a
land of opinions galore, of many News Papers and news makers, of bandhs and hartals protesting a cur crossing the street or a mongrel’s
bark, of literates and lovers of Nature, of activists and patrons. Like squelch
after the monsoon that usually stays for about ninety days life is akin to squelch
in this diversity, incongruity and contradictions.
A few days back, she called from Mumbai to tell what she
wanted to do about her future. The longing, exuberance and tenacity of youth, like Jonathan
Livingston the Seagull learning about life and flight, and a about
self-perfection! That is the import, she will know.
“Don’t believe what
your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your
understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.”
Indeed, yes to fly, fly higher than any seagull and to be the architect of your
own fate.
The power of monsoon rains!
8 comments:
That was a beautiful description of monsoon in your inimitable style making the reading of the post more delectable than soaking in the first shower of the seasonal rains.
I liked the line".....Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly..."Looking with understanding makes many human transactions simple and easy.
I love rains and the freshness that comes with them!!
nice description and awesome pic!
Beautifully written, you really do have a lovely way with words.
Whilst we do not have anything as severe as monsoons flooding is becoming a problem so much so that given we are only a small island my mother-in-law says she wouldn't be at all surprised if we were to float away.
Two powerful statements:
The power of monsoon rains
and
to fly, fly higher than any seagull and to be the architect of your own fate.
They are so true.
Ranis,oh rains.
I have travelled quite a bit.
Two places where I like dthe rains most have been.
Mumbai
Bologna
Its just awesome
The monsoons have their own magic and in "God's own country" it is beyond magic- it is divine. Mumbai which also has a similar monsoon on the other hand gets extremely dirty during this season!!! I guess it is the excessive urbanization effect!
Landed on your page yet again to savor it before I fly to taste the monsoon. Hoping to gather a few memories.
@ Happy Kitten,
You ve been seen less and less these days on blogs.
I really wonder if the monsoon this year would satisfy your longing to be in the rain. It has been dry these days. Perhaps a little better in the hills.
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