The Night is still on

See I told you there are so many things the rains will bring with it. I am just desperate to share the night scene. I work at night and it is really an experience in the rainy season.
The air is thin and there is so much peace in the atmosphere. You can hear someone yawning in the next house, a dog barking far away in some society and then it starts raining. Raining, raining, raining, what you hear is the water pouring from the clouds. That is cool to hear.

The ‘not so cool thing’ to hear is the symphony of frogs, toads and other species. Their noise is a continuous symphony you can hear and it makes me feel like I am in some deep forest with only trees around. They are joined by crickets too.

There are trees and plants around my house and to make it more scenic the garden has a huge area of grass. Now that’s where all the bands reside. There are small frogs to big toads; they are of low decibel and octaves to high decibel and octaves. How do you think they would sound continuously?? Not fascinating at all. It is creepier and wishes they just stop.

To add to all this, after 3 am it is the koel bird that starts, joined by the crow with other messages. Far in some place the dogs are still barking. There is always some cacophony when the growling trucks pass by on the highway near my dwelling place.

It is funny that till 3.30AM my ears get used to all the sounds and adjust and enjoy and I see the day break with some more birds joining. Did I tell you about the Black Heron nesting in the trees nearby!

Oh how do I forget to talk about the irritating clattering noise of the Egret babies?

And they are grown up noisy babies now.

Good Morning.

It is still raining at night

See I told you there are so many things the rains will bring with it. I am just desperate to share the night scene. I work at night and it is really an experience in the rainy season.

The air is thin and there is so much peace in the atmosphere. You can hear someone yawning in the next house, a dog barking far away in some place and then it starts raining. Raining, raining, raining, what you hear is the water pouring from the clouds. That is cool to hear.

The not so cool thing to hear is the symphony of frogs, toads and other species. There noise is a continuous symphony you can hear and it makes me feel like I am in some deep forest with only trees around. They are joined by crickets too.

There are trees and plants around my house and to make it more scenic the garden has a huge area of grass. Now that’s where all the bands reside. There are small frogs to big toads; they are of low decibel and octaves to high decibel and octaves. How do you think they would sound continuously?? Not fascinating at all. It is creepier and wish they just stop scaring me.

To add to all this, after 3 am it is the koel bird that starts yelling, joins the crow with other messages. Far in some place dogs are still barking. There is no change in the symphony, it is still on. The cranes migrate in our vicinity and this is the time their babies have grown up to enjoy rain so they too join with their clutter clutter clutter clutter.

………………..Enough is Enough…………….
that is what comes on mind sometimes when the work is overload on me.

With all this drama around I still feel I am so lucky tobe near nature and in a way enjoying the rain and the symphony around me. All the work seems to be non-existent once I just close my eyes and hear voices around me.

Keep going you toads, frogs, crickets and birds, please do accompany me over the night in these rainy days.

Joys of the Rains

A warm welcome to the Rains.

I have been reading those Facebook posts about raining everywhere.

!!! Boring !!!

As if others can’t see it’s raining, other can’t watch or read news that it’s raining at other places too.
Still there is some joy about the rains. A joy in declaring ‘it rained’ or ‘it’s raining’, ‘it is going to rain’.
It changes everything. The nature seems to have washed off the old with rains. All the dust is washed off from the leaves and trunks. The quality of blue sky changes when it is clear. The sun seems to shine softer and on and off those grey clouds in different shades bring a relief. Mustn’t forget the Rainbow, as many times you see it brings a radiant smile, though have watched hundreds of times since childhood, but there is some unexplained joy that rain brings to heart, every expression changes.

It surely is a relief after a long killing summer. The summer; when you are soaked in sweat, the summer when you just wish it rains right now… right now. I would avoid going out and if I have to then I look for shades to walk under. I do this crazy thing to walk in a shop for some relief; it surely is shameful that I don’t buy anything. I am surely more shameless to let the shopkeeper know I just came to rescue myself from the heat. The crisis just makes you do things beyond your imagination. Just like it makes us do so unimaginable things as it starts raining. So much to think as the clouds gathers.

One starts singing the rain songs. You just crazily search for the umbrella and raincoats in the storage rooms. I don’t forget buying coffee in stock, wonder when I will want to sip a warm cup. The rainy shoes and sandals are out on the stand, the clothes, oh the cotton ones are in and some thin; easy to dry ones are out to be worn.
As soon as I am out, I never leave a chance to stamp in the puddle. Who cares what happens to the clothes and footwear.

It’s funny when you are rushing to reach somewhere the umbrella tends to become a bat, that’s the time when I hate the rain, soaking in water and I have to meet people. And not to forget to yell, ‘Oh you idiot’ just as a car races through the running water on roads and I am wet more than I could dry up in minutes. That is the time when all the joy and fun about the rain vanishes from thin air and I start cursing. Hehehehe………..
Anywhere I go; I never refuse for the ginger tea offered. Oh the yummy ginger that soothes the throat and gives warmth. Not forgetting the oily pakodas (dumplings) with the tea, it is by default served while it is raining.
There is so much to come in the season and many things to enjoy and share. Let me know what you enjoy about the rains.

Well, let’s wait for how well it rains this season and the joy it gives every soul.

‘Sprawling’- word on my lips.

‘Sprawling’ is the word on my lips.

Sprawling beauty, sprawling greenery, sprawling bird sounds, sprawling blue sky and beautiful sprawling fluffy clouds.
On and on I go with the word and its usage today. The instance the word struck my mind I fell in love with the wideness it had in the small spelling. Pronouncing it feels like I am making the best use of my tongue, many tongue exercises at a time (maybe just nearby kissing, though I can compare it till I go for a real one).

We were talking about cash back on the credit cards, knowing its advantages I excitedly said, ‘what a sprawling benefit of credit cards’ (I don’t believe in credit cards and don’t own one yet).

My dad gives me this weird look and asks how a word like sprawling goes with the credit card.

He is a man of words, perfect words in a sentence, very selective while using vocabulary. He is sure that today’s kids have the worst language skills; we are not even average in any single language out of 3 we can speak, read and write.

Poor marks from him as always.

But my love for the word did not end for the day. The more I misused the word the more my dad looked through his glasses and gives me those killing looks (I cannot wait to kill you for this wrong word, hehehe).

I had a sprawling evening. I watched a sprawling move and now a sprawling night ahead. Finally at night I checked the meaning of the word, it said something like ‘spreading unevenly’. ‘expanding’ and many more words. I was happy to know that in short it meant something increasing, in abundance, just like the abundant happiness it gave me by speaking it.
Hope to have a sprawling tomorrow and a sprawling new word.

Dew drops on my palm

i raised my hands high in air,
my palms towards the sky,
had many questions on existence,
so prayed to god to come by.

with the palms still stretched in the air
i felt some serving dew
i felt like god was telling me:
‘i m here, i m here,
and i always knew.
knew that u would call up on me,
with questions of this life,
to calm your restless soul
u will stretch your arms high in the air,
i knew u would be crying your heart and
i would give u a sign
with some dew drops on your palm,
i shall give you peace and calm.’

don’t raise questions in your head
no use, nothing to define,
i give u time to explore the world,
to see, feel, breath and touch,
just be happy with the existence
that is what i have for Now.
breath, breath and breath deeper,
that is essence of life.

i never put you on this earth
to question about the life.
u came in your naked self
and u will leave like it once.

When under the Gulmohar Tree

the summer sun shone over the head,
bright and yellow, how it is made,
nothing mattered in those afternoons
when under the gulmohar tree.

the fiery red and yellow shades,
 tiny greens all over the place,
would look to pick those soft petals,
when under the Gulmohar tree.

climb the tree to the highest branch,
not fearing i would end up on the ground,
would pluck those lovely flowers and say
‘Hey, lets eat them away.’
the gang of girls would wait impatiently
when under the Gulmohar tree.

the look and feel of the petal,
the colors each petal cradle,
it was an amazing combination by nature
gazing them for long minutes
when under the Gulmohar tree.

there is a king petal with white streaks
the others are queen around with mix,
mix of yellow, orange and red,
all around the tree like bed,
this beauty so soothing has always been free,
when under the Gulmohar tree.

those innocent childhood days,
those lovely summer afternoons
no heat, no tan mattered then
when under the Gulmohar tree.

Too busy with Technology

Phewwwwwwww…..

Thats the right expression that comes down these days. With the development in technology I thought its gonna be easy to manage and now see; it is harder than i believed it will be.

Technology has opened gates to the world and vast sea of knowledge. This sea made me hungry to know more things from every nook and corner of the world and you won’t believe I almost am logged in in more than 20 sites.

Honestly, I don’t remember which all unless i open up my diary. Sometimes it happens that I bookmark it, and save pages so I don’t forget such a good site and when I try to sign up it shows me that my account already exists. Surfing back my diary I sure do get the login details.

It is surely a headache to track what all platforms you exist on, what all platforms you are active on and what all platforms you are inactive, expired and thrown out.

The more I thought I will be active, the more I screwed things, forgetting passwords, forgetting login ids and emails.

Phewww…

My idea to login and surf so much and save information in other sites and to note that in some other was to keep myself free most of the time. Had no idea its gonna be tough.

Did I forget telling you that i do have to save some info in my mobile too!

See one more product added. And every new handset I buy I have to go through hours of learning and setting and transferring what I saved before.

In all these technology learning and unlearning I totally forgot about the 2 blogs I am managing. Poor blogs, how could I forget about them and neglect for so long. Its a complete blame on technology that kept me busy.

I hereby declare that I will stick to what I like the most, writing and reading.

O hell, I forgot completing that book too I am reading since last 3 years.

Phew………….

 

 

The Lemonade Brigade

Days back I was at my sister’s place. It was a hot summer evening and nothing greater than a chilled drink  be drained down the food pipe.

 

My sister offered to server Lemonade to the guests and was off to her kitchen. She waved me to assist her and off I was to do so. In there she announced that I am going to prepare the lemonade. It was like a sky had fallen on me. I was hell nervous and forgot what a Lemonade is and how it is prepared.

Looking at me she understood the plight and handed me some lemons and ice and sugar etc. to start with. I started squeezing the lemons and cursing her for why she had to make to do this, what if it is total disaster and they have to spew. All kinds of dangerous thoughts clustered my mind and I started squeezing the lemons more. She saw my action and said: ‘See that you don’t make it bitter, the way you served an aunty once’.

Oh my god, her words took me in the past when I had just learnt to prepare lemonade. I can’t forget that day and how I was a laughing stock.

My mom’s friend visited us in a summer morning. After about half an hour my mom asked us girls to prepare some lemonade. I took the opportunity to show how much I have learnt as almost everyone knows that I can not even peel a potato.

I started by squeezing the lemon, all the juice from the lemon in the glass, added some sugar and salt and black pepper and wow it was ready without asking any ingredient to my mom.

I presented it with a mint leaf on the top. So very excited to get the comments of how good it tastes, I waited by my aunt’s side. And to my horror she gave an awful expression of dislike. I was instant to say how hard I have worked to prepare her the drink. She did not say further and asked a glass of lemonade for my mom too. My mom too gave the same expression of dislike. Now I had to taste and it was the same expression I gave like the two ladies. Eeeeeekkkkk.. what did I make????!!!!

I was then given this divine knowledge by the ladies that I had actually squeezed the lemon so hard and gathered the two lemon peels and again squeezed them in the lemonade which made it terribly bitter and no salt or sugar could straighten it at any cost. My aunt was prompt to say that it seems you must be angry on me to squeeze the lemon seeds too and make me drink it to kill me.

So awful that they laughed and laughed and I promised not to prepare any lemonade in my life ever and here it was a time again to take care that I don’t crush the seeds again and become a laughing stock.

Hiccups on being with food

Kitchen and Me are two sides of a coin, NO NO..  let me correct it two sides of the world.

The way i fear to go in the kitchen, i am sure the kitchen feels the same.

It has been bitter, sour, chilly, salty, spicy and tasty concoction of experiences.

Hope you like them as much as i am enjoying to share my foolishness with all.