THE ADVENT OF MONSOONS...

The summer...and its fury...so unbearable is its wrath.. coming down on every kind of life that exists on the face of the earth. The cracked lands, the evaporating water bodies, the troubled animals seem to wait to discard their furry skins..and the plants breathing their last..
Death in its various forms....

Life turns lifeless..The summers have defeated it all n taken over everything alive and dead... The irritating trickles of sweat running down the spines and the charred appearances so scary..The loss of vigour and the forced surrender to the blazing and burning Sun God...

In the times of submission like these, where it is difficult to imagine and hope for transformations for good ... the winds change direction and seem to forget their hostility..they are not the same this time ..they have lost the heat now and seem to carry packets of moisture laden air...they come speeding to get the dead back to life..to make it all rise..all that had fallen and failed to believe in its power of existence...

And then it strikes..the lightning..blinding the eyes..and backed by the loud and frightening thunder. Accompanied by the winds ..spread the clouds and conquer the skies once clear and blue. Clouds ..all dark and heavy with the cure to all the illnesses of the world affected by the scorching heat..

The environs turn grey ..and the winds blow past the sweating bodies to cool them down and gift them gooseflesh..the trees dance in excitement and wait eagerly to welcome ...’the monsoons’..
The season of rebirth has stepped in to revive it all..the clouds rule n winds leave no life untouched..

And then ..it begins to drizzle and finally the clouds, unable to hold it any longer give way...its raining....

The aroma of the wet earth now mixed with the breeze runs helter skelter..the waters so refreshing keep bathing the dry earth..satisfying its thirst of years as if.The waters gush down to every nook and cranny in small streams and gets collected in pools and puddles..

Monsoons ..have been a great time in my life since childhood..and they still remain strong and magnetic enough..to keep me mesmerized..
The rains...the first drop of it..gets back to life all the memories of mine,as a kid. They mean not only the cool winds, the heavy torrents, the thunder and lightning..but..it also means the scented earth, the freshness of flowers and the budding greens..the once cracked lands now giving birth to grass blades and abundance of water..

Monsoons ..not only mean..umbrellas and raincoats ,power cuts and disruption..but ..it also means ..paper boats .. and drenched children madly trying to win the boat race...the rain dance in the garden with my li’l sister and my ma standing in the doorway ,smiling. she waits with a towel to wipe us dry...after the exhausting but still thrilling..rain dance...

How can i forget to mention dad asking ma for a cup of tea..and spiced snacks..it all goes so very blended and great with the raindrops ringing on the window...

I’ ll miss these rains..they are very amazing here ...it rains differently in this small heaven of mine..

Hi...:)
this is my first blog and i knw dat i have to write something sensible out here. but don’t know where to begin..coz life has been all eventful and interesting till date..:)

Considering the fact that, its always great to get to your own roots and be guided by your instincts, my heart and mind both agree and stand by me as I decide to write about my birthplace..it would not be bad to choose to write about the same coz,I know, it’s a place that has a lot to be talked about .it has been bestowed a lot upon me and has nurtured me to a human. .

But..more importantly..its something that I am going to miss big time when m gone to Bangalore for 2 years..so..Welcome to my land…

the day has not dawned yet, but I know that the sun’s trying to crack open the clouds to spread its golden rays on the sleepy eyes of the rose buds in the garden…yes, the ‘chameli’ has flowered. It doesn’t sleep in the nite, its nocturnal, likes to be most active when all go deep into the slumber..the fragrance wakes me up before the alarm clock rings into my ears…

the robins have caught the scent of the blooming flowers ,just like me, and have gathered to make a plan for the busy day ahead on the cashew tree by my window..the baby robin is naughty, it cant remain gripped in a place for long..or is it hungry today and ready to dig up a few worms out of the garden soil ?

‘Rambo’ my dog, hasn’t managed to remain unaffected by the chatter d birds are engaged in. As usual, it doesn’t surely seem to be in a mood to lift up its heavy snout, which seems heavier than its eyelids at d moment, to bark and scare away the twittering beaks..

How can I forget to mention the trees in the farm down,fresh and responding positively to the morning breeze, the areca nut flowers adding up to the fragrance of the chameli now..or rather competing with it to stand out..Whatever it might be,my nostrils can clearly distinguish between the two..they’ve got used to the scents of the countryside by nw…they have persisted since ages..

Hasn’t the farmer’s wife packed lunch for him today yet? Or is it that the kids haven’t given up on accompanying their father? He hasn’t turned up yet to wish his fields a good morning..the golden grains wait for him..oh yeah..can hear the cattle bells ring at a distance ,some where close to the stream..they must have stopped for a little water before moving to pastures for grazing ..there’s a long n hot day ahead ..they know it well..its the stream that satisfies their thirst first and then empties itself into the dam, running down like a kid just learnt to walk…its waters so blue and pure..just like the innocent eyes of a newborn…

The farmer has stepped into the fields, I know, the birds he just chased away seem to be scared ,hence, chirping loud, and unhappy..they have taken refuge into the cashew tree here, with the busy robins..

The fields, once lush green, now golden, stand tall and flaunt the shiny grains….

n..the sudden rattle of the vessels ,straight from mom’s kitchen, yes she’s preparing already for the day to come and as usual, unintentionally ,she has again disturbed my dad, lost in meditation..

here he comes.all triumphant...defeating the forces against him.the dew and clouds cudnt succeed in keeping him hidden for long nw..the sun has penetrated into my world….m awake…

no..its not a dream..but its nothing less beautiful than a dreamland..the land of myriad colors, numerous fragrances,and most importantly rich in love and enthusiasm and positivity..standing strong for the day so unpredictable..yes..so very hostile the world would be once I am out of this small world of mine..

the scents would no longer penetrate into my sleep..the robins would chirp in vain..the aroma of the grains would no longer get me the feel of the faraway fields..hw difficult it seems to go away from here..

but gathering myself up some how.and dusting away the thought of departure..i smile.life has its own way to teach u new things..and make u strong n better ..

I have made peace with myself ..yet again..n opened my eyes to fill myself up thro them with all the energy and positivity that comes from my land….