Raindrops keep falling on my head.....

“I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain; what a wonderful feeling ; i'm happy again"

- arthur freed



The rains in kolkata strike you, seemingly without any warning...dark foreboding chariots loom up in the sky suddenly replacing the meek sun, and signal their coming by the mighty roars the thunderclaps make...

what semed like an oppressive summer afternoon suddenly transforms...

the first few drops arrive quickly, and the rain slowly picks up pace like a champion runner quelling all competition and starts pouring in gusto.

everyone around, inclusive of the ubiquitous 'shady' looking dogs that hang all around salt lake rush to the nearest shelter...pan stalls, tea vendors, building stairs...

and the rain plays on...like a spoilt child unwilling to leave his favourite plaything...much to the dismay of the dripping folk...



a few brave souls have it rather diferently...

a couple takes advantage of the sudden privacy on the roads and the romantic weather and walk hand in hand...a lucky few who do have umbrellas walk gingerly past with just the hint of a smirk lingering on their faces....a group of boys take to the streets noisily, having the time of their lives...a few bewildered crows with their dripping coats huddle up on the telephone wires...

cars whiz by through the massive pools created....sometimes leading to the bystanders addressing them in the choicest baangali expletives...
the chai wallahs do brisk business...the drenched softies exchange wry sympathetic grins with each other...
as a classmate of mine says 'kolkata e baarish ka morshum pooro varsh cholchhe..."

not that i mind though ! every drenched outing in the rain is like a much deserved break from monotony...a one off meeting with a much loved childhood playmate...
an old friend who remembers the little boats you used to make..the puddles you loved getting into much to your mom's dismay...the times when you played football that transformed to rugby in school...even the times you walked alongside someone along a deserted road to college...wishing that the rain would linger just a while longer..
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nourishment for the soul...well...enough of reflection...
henry wordsworth longfellow once said....
“the best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain"

period....

if music is the food of life and love.......

surprise surprise....even blogging has a honeymoon period.....
hardly been 24 hrs and i've been itching to lay my hands on something to type about....

and little wonder, i have.... in a stifling accounts class, with the prof muttering vague warnings about the impending end terms and people staring blankly at their laptops...a few souls all worked up about the "yaar....summer placements aa rahi hain yaar..." factor....pretty much as usual, i lie curled up in a corner...thinking about everything and nothing in particular....

the prof breaks for tea....and suddenly someone's laptop strums to life with a song....
wonder if you've heard the song "beete lamhein" from the movie ' the train' i guess....

a very mellow, soft number...with all the typical ingredients of mush, longing, nostalgia thrown in....

and suddenly....something happens.... the 'summers are here' ppl are replaced by one's slouched on their desks ...eyes closed....someone asks for a cigarette....and rushes to the nearest window to sit and reminensce....a lot of people shift in their seats as their faces betray their thoughts fleeting backwards....i hear a few faint sighs and chuckles...a few far away smiles settle down on faces...some people reach for their phones...for a few seconds...almost everyone is stuck in a moment of their own...the song somehow, miraculously lifting them....

and...then...the fancy passes by...people realise they're hungry and noisily make their way downstairs to the chaiwalla....the "f#%$ yaar summers hain..." ppl start off again....and the music is drowned out in the rising cacophony....

one little song..one little instant...and so many outcomes....

The bard was rite....if music be the food of love(and life)....PLAY ON.....


ps: listen to the song...am sure you'll find something that pulls at your heart strings...at least some portion.....and btw... i reached for the phone! :)

to blog or not to blog.....that is the question....

well....
the so called blog 'revolution' has come and gone....hell even bollywood bimbettes are supposedly regularly blogging now, and in the midst of all this , far from the madding crowd, i've existed... away from the whole 'blogosphere' (!)...basically too lazy to attach myself to something which requires so much of my not so precious grey cells and not so overflowing energy.....

But...a beaten up compaq laptop...and an airtel broadband connection later...the task doesn't seem so daunting after all....

it offers an outlet for all the crazy stuff that keeps popping in and out of my head, stuff that i've always wanted to jot down somewhere...why?? well...i dunno...probably so that someday somebody will derive some pleasure out of reading this and say "ha..what a crackpot!"....

so is this my diary...no....not quite..although i'm rather sure i'll be one of the very few souls reading and rereading these pages...

and how long will this truce between me and my 'blogophobic' tendencies last...will it?!!

now..that's the question ....