The first rain of every year is a red letter day for me. There's something about it.
In 2010, it was on February 17th. It looked like it would rain on Feb 17th this year too but the day arrived 4 days later on February 21st. My mother woke me up saying that it was pouring outside and flung open my bedroom door leading to the balcony garden. I delightedly jumped out of bed!
Rain is only gloomy in the rainy season, so spring showers are more than welcome! With a cup of cinnamon tea I sat and watched the rain as it lashed away a majority of the mango flowers and cleansed the green and grey. It cleared up in an hour. However, it set the tone for the rest of my year and refreshed me. That's what I love about the year's first rain.
I never thought of recording such a day before 2010 but I remember the joy those special days would bring, the dangerous feeling of satisfaction that came along with the breeze. It's alright to feel like that once in while along the route of an ambitious life...
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Monitoring the Mosquito
After a lot of "Come on, you'll miss the train", I get into the car just as it finishes singing London bridge in a very annoying tone...Every morning, Appa drops me at Seetaphalmandi Station where I catch the train to Begumpet to get to college. It isn't just a 3 km drive. It is 3 km and 8 minutes of trying to shoo away or kill mosquitoes. Note that I do not like killing mosquitoes and face the guilt of a creature's blood on my hands. Wait, that's my blood!
Coming back to the point, these journeys completely scare me because I tend to get very paranoid on roads and jump every time Appa claps and slaps a mosquito, his hands a good 4 inches away from the steering wheel. The other much-preferred strategy is to open the window at repeated intervals for it to fly away, the sound of the radio going up and down with the sound of traffic. This strategy does bring in a lot of noise and pollution apart from the hope that the mosquito does not prefer the silence of the backseat.
This ordeal is a routine of sorts. Appa is used to assessing the possibility of a mosquito lurking close to his skin, I'm used to saying, "Don't worry, just drive. I'll take care of the mosquito." Then he claps at it again and I scream...Well, I'm beginning to wonder if the mosquitoes stay just because we look so amusing and sound so hilarious.
If you wonder how these nibbling creatures get into the car with the windows all rolled up, I don't know! They just do!
No monitoring the mosquito until Monday!
A note:
"Appa can afford to take such a risk because he is a very skilled driver"- Amma
Coming back to the point, these journeys completely scare me because I tend to get very paranoid on roads and jump every time Appa claps and slaps a mosquito, his hands a good 4 inches away from the steering wheel. The other much-preferred strategy is to open the window at repeated intervals for it to fly away, the sound of the radio going up and down with the sound of traffic. This strategy does bring in a lot of noise and pollution apart from the hope that the mosquito does not prefer the silence of the backseat.
This ordeal is a routine of sorts. Appa is used to assessing the possibility of a mosquito lurking close to his skin, I'm used to saying, "Don't worry, just drive. I'll take care of the mosquito." Then he claps at it again and I scream...Well, I'm beginning to wonder if the mosquitoes stay just because we look so amusing and sound so hilarious.
If you wonder how these nibbling creatures get into the car with the windows all rolled up, I don't know! They just do!
No monitoring the mosquito until Monday!
A note:
"Appa can afford to take such a risk because he is a very skilled driver"- Amma
A Cloud of Inspiration
I'm quite taken aback that I silently watched my blog float away into oblivion. It will be defunct no longer and I'm now here to stay! The good thing is I never stopped writing; Now I'm ready to share a part of my everyday contemplations however bizarre the idea may be! Here's to a new beginning!
A note to Amma: " As the February showers sweetly dominate the expected sunshine, I'm finally listening to you and writing my experiences! I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them, I hope it gives you something to think, laugh and smile about wherever life takes us all."
A note to Appa: "As you read The Hindu, with the rain dampening hopes of a possible political agitation a few kilometers away, I hope you will be able to overlook my excessive punctuation, which is not as much as it once was, and enjoy my ramblings!"
A note to Amma: " As the February showers sweetly dominate the expected sunshine, I'm finally listening to you and writing my experiences! I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them, I hope it gives you something to think, laugh and smile about wherever life takes us all."
A note to Appa: "As you read The Hindu, with the rain dampening hopes of a possible political agitation a few kilometers away, I hope you will be able to overlook my excessive punctuation, which is not as much as it once was, and enjoy my ramblings!"
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