Rains.... Rains.... Rains.....

"Rain Rain Go away

Come again another day"

This was the poem I read when my daughter was studying in her 1st standard. Of course, when we were studying, it was always welcoming the rain and not cursing the rain to go away.

In India, it is not a culture to hate the rain. Rain is always seen a new lease of life for villages and biodiversities. Even to an extent that Rain has been given the status of GOD....

For the last few days, it's been pouring as if the sky has been ripped off.

Worst thing is that we crib about rain and crib about the mess it creates. But who is the reason for that? No one likes to talk about it.

It is we human beings who screw up the environment, screw up the roads, block the rain water canals for our greed of building more apartments and making more money. We have asphalted the roads in such a way that there is no place for the rain water to sink into the ground. If this is the case, where will you get the ground water replenishment? After doing all these things, we say that rain has thrown the life out of gear. Is it not that we are the reason for this?

I still remember. When we were children, there was never un-timely rain and there was never a flooding. Even if there were floodings, it used to be in the places where there were huge natural boulders which were somewhere on the outskirts of Bangalore.

We were taught that rains are always the best thing to happen to revitalize the life on earth... So, what are we talking about?

Why Title & What Title?

Again blogging after a gap of more than a month... what's happening ? Running out of stories?

It's tough to come to a position of deciding that I am going to write "THIS". So many thoughts, so many blanks, so many situations and so many confusions...

These things caused me not to step into blogging for almost a month.....

I always wonder that why do we human beings think what we think. Most of the time, what we think would be totally irrelevant to what the situation we are in. Sometimes, the thoughts are totally trash and illegitamate, illegal, whatever you call. But, it's absolutely true that we think all these and we think in all these directions. Somewhere it also depends on we compartmentalize our mind and open the doors of each compartment one by one instead of keeping every compartment door open.

Somehow, I always felt that it's very boring to have one door opened at a time in our minds. There is no fun in it.

This has happened to lot of times. I will be lost in some thought and suddenly a beautiful women passes by and I feel like... "wov... what a beautiful women... " . I am amazed that even when I am lost in a specific thought, that beautiful women catches my mind and it gets registered and there is a reflex action.. Still thinking what it would be.

It's not that I am one tapori and road romeo who waits for some beautiful women to pass through, it is just that I still have the aesthetic sense being an artiste.. that's all.

Here are my blabberings... :)