A Rainy Sunday

Sunday June 25 2006.
Pune

Another Sunday, another day without worries, a day full of dreaming, of wasteful hours spent in the most unproductive manner, spent in a way my ego would never approve, but ironically an alter-ego still cherish. The weather is beautiful and despite my relentless desire to sleep I feel like writing something, writing was something I started probably for structuring my thoughts and has now become a thing about which I have become so obsessively involved, that I want to record every incident, every feeling which comes to my mind as prose. This however has not still reached the maniacal heights that I take it as full time job.

The day was Ok, got up late, about 10:30 am; still it was better than yesterday! Yesterday I had made a record of sorts when I woke up at 11:45 am. Now, of course the people who know my feats won’t consider this a snag, but this record was probably one of the best since I had picked up Job. I got out my bed, still yawning and parallely thinking, what shall I be doing today? Got the newspaper from my roommate, read it a little bit and then remembered that I had to call Khala (my mom’s younger sister). It was her birthday today and of course I was supposed to wish her, as such it has been months since I’ve heard from her. Just the thought of calling her, triggered a chain of thoughts in my mind, I realized that I all this time I had become so unsocial, never calling her up, or for that matter any of my aunt or uncles on either my maternal or paternal sides. This feeling became even graver, when I realized that they were the same relatives who had loved me so much, taking care of every wish of mine, loving me as their own, and I after becoming all this busy in my profession didn’t even bother to call them up! Of course I couldn’t give the reason that I was busy, for I was busy but still managed to talk to all my friends and that too on almost a daily basis. Somehow the focus of my love for people had got confined to just friends & acquaintances; perhaps I had started taking my relatives for granted.

Anyways, I finally called up Khala, and she was as usual very happy. I wished her a good day and had a general chat about my plans for the year; she patiently listened to me and then gave me her blessings for the plans.

I completed with the daily ablutions and decided to go to SS to have a good breakfast, the plan was to come back and make the schedule for the exam preps to be done in the coming weeks. However plans don’t work as expected, a friend called up and asked if I was free, well what should I have said? As such I was supposed to study but then I had to entertain this guy as well; more so because he had done the same last week when my house was flooded with strangers, so obviously I couldn’t just say NO to him. I know it’s a weakness which has resurfaced again in my personality, but then I guess that’s the price I have to pay for being social. Anyway I waited at SS for quite some time, once he reached SS we ordered a takeaway and after it arrived, off we were to my place. Then it was the usual, we had some general talk, he gave me his fundaes about Girls. Girls, as we all know are the single most universal topic which unites the brotherhood of men.
The talks continued and I suggested watching a movie, I searched in my roomies DVD treasure and found a DVD of Golmaal. We watched the movie and had a good time, after which we decided to go and have lunch at SS.

We ordered a new dish at SS and talked about miscellaneous trivia till the order came on the tables. After the lunch I asked him for a round on his bike, the weather was superb; black clouds, cool breeze and a thin rain; the perfect settings for a romantic date. Unfortunately all I had was this Guy and Fortunately I was not Gay.

We drove the bike towards the interiors of the camp area; we rode on the scenic and un-congested road behind AFMC. As we were moving ahead the rain gradually increased and by the time we reached the middle of our way the rains were pouring in full; It was such a beautiful moment. I remembered the days in my childhood when we used to play outside and get drenched in the rain, the bicycle races we had, the paper-boats we used to make and float in the puddles around our house full of rain water. All those memories came in a flash and I missed all of it, every single moment I had enjoyed. I realized that was all I had of my childhood, memories beautiful memories.

I came back to the moment and asked my friend to accelerate, I stretched my arms as if I could fly and took rain on my face. I was now totally drenched but It was such a fun that I just didn’t want to turn back; we started singing songs as we drove through the heavy rain. Some people actually stared us at as if were acting strangely, but we went ahead and continued the same way. We completed a big round and now were moving back to the place we had started from. This place it seems had not received rains because of which it was dry, but since we were fully wet, the dry winds literally started tearing us, this made us shiver and all and all it was such a fun! We came back to our place and I thanked my friend for such a joyful ride!

I climbed the stairs and came inside my room excited yet sublime. Took a chair, sat down and remembered the moments, the fun that I had just had, the numerous moments of fun I have had years ago the fun that I thought I could have had a wish come true. Perhaps life was really not so dry, it was up to me to either seek recluse or to actually go out and have fun. I think the time had come and I have to move ahead, move ahead of the problems in my life, rather accept the things as they were and change my attitude towards them. It is the time for me to be happy again!

My heart hums a song
I think I know what it hums….
It hums a song I heard long ago....
A song I used to sing when the days were careless and laidback
A song long forgotten, but soon to be sung again!
My heart hums that song…..

The Goa Trip

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I am posting below the Goa Snaps in a so called "Zorpia Box"
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cheers,
Hasan