Sunday, December 5, 2010


"ee mazhanoolil enikku oru oonjaal kettanam
kanda swapnangal ellam cherthu oru mazha aayi peyyanam"

- Lines by a Malayalam poet whose name I don't remember....

Mazha/ rain/ baarish/ mallai (he he... the word 'rain' rendered in all the languages I know) has been the subject of many a poems and stories that I have read. Especially in Indian literature, the monsoons are an integral part of our lives. I am reminded of a Hindi play titled -" Ashad ka ek din" by Mohan Rakesh.  It was a prescribed text in Second Language during my graduation. Somehow this play with its description of ashad (ashad means rain) and its association with the central characters is touching and captivating. It is a tragedy (and I don't like tragedies). But the plot has remained in my mind for a long time.

 I am not that fascinated by the monsoons. I like it if I get to be at home when it rains. I hate to be out when it is raining. I prefer being at the cosiness of my room, watching the rain from windows or balcony, from where I make sure not a single drop wets me. I love watching the rain. I like the look of leaves and plants that are rain-washed and shining. I like it when it feels like all the trees and plants have taken a bath :) Oh! I do like to watch the rain falling on the ground, making patterns and ripples, the sound of rain, musical and lilting, different every time it rains.

My sis and I used to make paper boats and float it in the water that had accumulated in the courtyard of my mom's ancestral home. That was an interesting and fascinating game. I didn't mind getting drenched then. It was just awesome. The very feel and thought of it makes me very nostalgic. Those childhood fantasies and memories... no wonder rain makes people nostalgic and sentimental.

But now, I am very particular and obstinate of the fact that I like monsoon only if I am allowed to stay at home and watch it from a distance. It is so comfortable to cuddle and sleep in your cosy bed when it rains outside.I know I know what you are thinking "Such a lazy goose this female is!!"  :))

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Life is a tale....

"Life is a tale told by an idiot..full of sound and fury..signifying nothing" lines by Shakespeare from his famous tragedy 'Macbeth'. I have felt many a time, these words are really an echo of the fragile human life in this temporary abode of man called earth. When we look back at our life, things we valued most during a period of life mean nothing now. An absolute vacuum. But life has to go on.It will go on, leaving behind all that we tried to possess, cherish and adore. Things are not as they seem. Something that we thought had a great influence on us will in a matter of time 'signify nothing'. The great lessons that life teaches us remains a lesson learnt for a lifetime. Life is a great teacher. Every phase of your life teaches great lessons. Words that used to make you happy once would make you abhor it later. Memories are like the beautiful sights of nature that you had seen once and which becomes a replica in your mind forever. The thought of it brings in a rush of emotions. I am sounding like a philosopher or rather like a paganist. But I like being one. I wish I could solve all the intricacies of this complex phenomenon called life. Be God - like. Be able to see through everything. Wonder what a terrible experience it would be. I guess that makes Gods different from us. Life is also like these notes I wrote above. No clear beginning and you never know the ending. You never know the paths that you have to travel. But one thing I know today is that I am not what I used to be. And that is what made me endevour this recording of my thoughts as it-came-to- my- mind. There was a term I studied. I guess its called Stream of Consciousness. Critics can attribute my ramblings to be a fake and futile attempt to emulate the Stream of Consciousness. I don't mind being criticized. I don't bother. This is my space (I guess so..I don't know much about a blogger's rights!!). Let me write what I feel. I have learnt to take better care of myself and not be selfless. Selfishness I guess is an essential skill to be adopted in today's rather selfish and callous world. This is enough for today. May I be redeemed by my writings to be a better human being. Not all can be like me!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010


It has been a long time since I thought of blogging.. Well today I started it... Writing has always been a passion for me. While doing my graduation in literature I dreamt of becoming a writer one day. I guess this thought would have occurred to many students of literature in the initial days of their literature study. I don't know how many of them thought so, but I definitely did.
I believe this idea of blogging is actually an attempt to fulfill that dream. I have read writing can relieve you of your stress which comes as a result of the mad rat race that we encounter everyday. 'The mad rat race' if I remember correctly is more of a cliche. I think I read it first in a play of Miller's.
So here I post my first entry with the hope of continuing it for a long time in my life. Life is unpredictable. You never know what happens next!!!