Monsoon Memories

Hi....
Its that time of the year again, clogged drinage pipes, streets filled with water, ppl running for shelter. Yes, Monsoon always brings its own set of problems.

I was talking to an American client the other day and he went on complaining on how the rains spoiled his vacation. Another lady started listing out all the problems they face during the rains and how if brings life to a halt.

That got me thinking about the season that I most eagerly wait for in an year, Monsoon. :)

I grew up in a house which had asbestos sheet roofing, which used to leak every time we had rains.
The walls had cracks (quite big ones) and the water use to seep into the walls. Yes, monsoon did bring its share of woes in our household.

Yet some of the best memories that I have of my child hood are tied up with this season and every year the first showers of monsoon brings back all the nostalgia.
Playing cricket with school friends drenched in rain, coming back home and getting pampered by granny (with her yummy chaklees, namkeen and hot coffee), pretending to study while gazing at the rain out side through the window, the list is endless....

Monsoon symbolizes the usher of new life in our county after the tough grueling sweaty summer. In days where there was no concept of air conditioning in our country, every one looked up to an early monsoon to provide the much needed relief from heat. In fact our entire economy depends on how good or bad our Monsoon is.

Our movies cannot do without rain songs.. I mean imagine songs like "Pyaar hua ikraar hua" or "Roop tera mastana" without rains... or Mungaaru male shot in the Thar desert... :)

Its not like Ameraicans have an easy summer, yet they don't seem to have this almost romantic relation with rains that we Indians do. Its weird how ppl who grew up in different cultures get used to different things.

So friends (that is a few who actually read these ramblings of mine), next time you are stuck in the traffic and rain comes poring, close your eyes and feel the cool, pure drops of heavenly showers on your face. Believe me its the most rejuvenating thing in this world.

PS: don't forget to open your eyes before driving again, else you may find your self in an open manhole that our BBMP only closes after somebody falls and dies in it... :(

Enjoy your rains with a hot cuppa tea, pakodas and cuddle up with your loved ones.

Chao..

Back to Blogging

Hi,

Back again with another start.
As I have told before, Blogging has a therapeutic effect on me and the thought of blogging comes to my mind only when when I am a little less than happy.

The past 3 years have been probably the most productive 3 years of my life. The strides taken in my career, personal (not love) life have been pretty satisfying, hence no blogs.

Recently a friend of mine told me that he used to read my blog and thought it was not that bad and wanted to know why I stopped writing. That lead me to read my old blogs and I simply could not stop laughing.. God, the things that I wrote .. :) ... So I thought of rekindling the old itch of scribbling down what I feel about my life, my surroundings, current affairs, politics etc etc..... I really don't know how long this is going to sustain but here it goes..... :)

Work Life:
1 word. STABLE.
It feels amazing when things look good head. Many people (those who are too eager to share their gyaan) have told me that happiness lies in this moment that we live in. I completely agree with them but with an addition to that thought. "Happiness lies in this moment only when you know that the next moment is gona be good too", so stability in anytjing is such a positive re-enforcement. Be it stock market, a good job or life as a whole. This is probably the reason why I like watching highlights of a cricket match more than a live one, or why I enjoy movies more when I am watching them for the second time... :)....

Love life:
Its wired how some men (like me) have enough courage (you can call stupidity) to drive through a dark ally at 2am in the night, but can't muster enough courage to confess their likeness to a girl.

Yes we are special kind of men who say the most stupidest thing, even when a girl walks up and complements us.
I remember this one time when a girl (a class mate in a coaching class) told me I look cool... I responded by saying " Err.... (long Errrr) .. Thanks, you don't look so hot yourself". Yes that is indeed pathetic... All I wanted to say was "Thanks, you look cool too" .... man, am I bad when it comes to women or what?
Another favorite example, A girl (and this is a girl whom I quite liked) comes up to me and says " Hey you look handsome today" and I, with all my wisdom mumbled "Thanks, you too... " :( ....
I think pretty girls make clever boys go dumb at their sight... :( ....

With great (read extreme) difficulty, I did manage to confess my feelings to 2 girls in the past 4 years, only to be told "You are a nice guy but I don't feel that way about you". I have put this in quotes because both girls used the exact same line. I think there is a secret manual that these girls refer to come up with such lines... :)

So you might have guessed by now, I am still (regrettably) single, too dumb to mingle. :D ....
Thank god for the institution of arranged marriages in our country, else I would die a bachelor... :) ...

To wrap up, life seems to be chugging along in the right direction, hopefully no nasty bumps ahead.

I hope to continue writing this time around, and any comments (good bad or ugly) are welcome.

Cheers....
Gautham