Showers...

By

Pitch dark... two in the morning…fifth floor terrace…and weather update – low pressure for next couple of days. Wind literally blowing us away…rain hitting our face…and a shivering us. A soft whisper – “Close your eyes. Trust the wind, spread your arms”. That was my moment of belief, believe that I can fly. That was my moment of love, a love that soaked me.

That was my first night in the city – Hyderabad. With a friend I hardly knew then, but knew he is destined to be a friend for a good chunk of my life. Rain made us realize we share a lot in common. We did. From rain-walks to midnight pangs of hunger, from last minute ‘need to complete this’ to missing assignment deadlines, from exploring beef joints to oversleeping to miss lunch, from being human alarms for each other to kicking each other out of the bed to sleep….we did it all.

They say you look back to connect the dots. Now when I look back, I realize that my first week of Hyderabad had been such that I can never leave the city.  Rain binds me to the city. The first rain…and subsequent rains! And my love for the city… a love that soaked me.

First shower of the season. CA campus on June 3
Five years…the company has changed. I too have…perhaps! But did I? That friend of mine has moved to the US. We have left the cozy comfort of our hostel. I have become more matured and a little less crazy.

Less crazy? Five years back, all I needed to be myself was a rain-walk. Today, all I need to be myself is a rain-walk. Something I can’t resist. Yes…the partner-in-madness has changed. But the madness remains.

Five years back…I didn’t care when people called me crazy seeing me rain walking at two in the morning. Today, I don’t care when people think me crazy seeing me rain walking at two in the afternoon.

Yeah…university campus gave way to office campus… friends gave way to colleagues.

But I still give the world a damn! Some things really never change. Like the rain-walkers.

Note: Weird as it may seem, the rain-walkers of this post and my last post on rain-walk remain the same. Some rain-walkers don’t change I guess.  

Comments

Elina said…
Chronicles of a rain walker walking through the time... :)
June 3, 2011 at 11:44 PM
Niladri said…
when it rains, it pours!!

Nice read.
September 14, 2011 at 8:45 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Names unnamed!

By
Image
Months back (or is it years now?) I wrote somewhere, “Naming certain relationships complicate life. So don’t!” From then on, and even before that, I believed in it. And now when I look back, I see more unnamed relationships than named. Not that I can’t give them a name, but I choose not to. Of course, to look at it, all of us have the convenient blanket term ‘friend’ to name it. But somewhere deep down inside, I do know that ‘friend’ does not state it all. Who do I call a friend? Someone who I have been interacting with regularly, share my thoughts and emotions with, or just go out shopping when I have nothing better to do. Or just some random people I say “What’s up dude? Have been thinking of you/ missing you…”? That reminds me…ever thought how “miss you too” is different from “miss you”? It is…trust me! How about missing a habit? As simple as the habit of talking to someone/ about something for hours! Do you miss the person or the habit if it’s curtailed one fine day? Or is it
Read more

Irons and Ironies...

By
Image
A lazy Saturday…with an unexplainable feeling of “donno what’s wrong”…or perhaps I do! Making me wonder, is sudden ‘the number you are trying to call is switched off’ enough to let my mind wander and wonder the whole night? Enough to wake up late with a bad migraine! And wanting to fast forward to Monday…so that I can find myself busy working. They say an idle brain is a devil’s workshop, and the devil that I am, my idle brain almost attains the level of being a perfectionist devil when it gets a chance. With some old songs playing over and over again , a chord suddenly stuck my mind. Attachment phobia! Was discussing the same with someone a few days back, advising rather. Only to end up with the realization I do not practice what I preach. Strange as it may seem, I don’t even miss the city I grew up in as much as I should. Miss those people in the city. NO! At times it feels good to think that I miss, but I don’t. I keep finding reasons to miss, make myself believe that I do, b
Read more

the Questions…

By
Did anyone ever tell me that I would miss my home awfully much? Did anyone ever teach me what to do when on a certain evening the city-I-grew-up-in would whisper deafeningly my name? Have I done so much, grown up so much…that returning to where I come from scares me? Am I aware that I am away for so long …that family is a planned appointment? Was I aware that I am such a different person at work that I no longer remember what I wanted to be at 6? Was I aware that the song that my mom would sing to me when I was a kid is not on my iPod? Have I ever imagined that I can spend an entire afternoon alone? Have I ever imagined that I would wait for rain-walk…and can laugh for no reason at all? Have I ever noticed before when watching the rains that the coconut fronds dance? When was the last time I learnt the best lesson of my life? Was it when dad taught me ‘confusing tense’ at the bus stop? Or was it when ma told me not to talk to strange men before I left the house? W
Read more