May has ended. And it is that time of the year when the news is brimming with expectations of Monsoons. In June, but when? The wait and anticipation are going to increase every day. Mumbai awaits the downpour. There is some hesitation as well, with the experience city has with Monsoons, year after year.
Like everyone else, I too, am waiting for the Rain Gods. This time more than previous years. As this time it promises a much needed change in status quo. Where days have been passing by since 3 months, very similar to each other, I believe we all can use a cool breeze and some splatter against our window.
This reminds me of a beautiful book by Alexander Frater – ‘Chasing the Monsoons’. This book accompanied me while I was doing some chasing of my own,traveling to Meghalaya, with ‘Meghdoot’ and ‘Chasing the Monsoons’ in my bag. Both Alexander & I found what we were looking for.
If I had to be a season, I would be Monsoons. Then Winter, followed by Spring, Autumn & Summer. I am already dreaming about those overcast Saturday mornings. Waking up to thunders in the distant red sky. Good music in the background. And retiring in a chair in a shade on the terrace, with a book for a company.
“I learnt by getting to know the forest as a being, feeling its breath in the stillness of days, filling my lungs and my whole being with the freshness it inspires.”
It was partly one of those periodic urges to run away from the world, and partly the wait for monsoons that found me flying on a Saturday morning to Guwahati. Mumbai had been sweltering hot during the previous couple of weeks and even though the lack of sleep the night before should have dragged me down, I found myself wide awake, looking at the crimson shadowy morning, eager to keep moving.
I couldn’t keep up with the running white strands of the clouds, and dozed off peacefully. I was woken up by a sudden turbulence in the bus. Everyone was rushing out and their gaze made it very clear that it would be the opportune moment for me to do the same. The bus that I took to be going to Shillong dropped me at Paltan Bazaar, a busy market in Guwahati. It was 9 in the morning. The clouds had conspired for a showdown while I was asleep. The sky was dark brown, the clouds steady as a rock, refusing to move an inch. Full with anticipation, I continued onwards to Shillong in a shared taxi. The family sharing the taxi with me was not very keen for a conversation, and I too had similar feelings. We continued forward in peace, while the new landscapes ran past me. The brown urban mud soon gave way to green fields, marked by the colors of cattle and reminiscence of spring.
It has been a decade since I started this blog. The journey from Blogger to WordPress, from engineering to masters to corporate life – it has both been a short time and a long one. Short in the terms of the overall scheme of things, and long in terms of me as a person. I favor reading a lot more than writing, nowadays – It has come with a lot of patience in my life – And I often find myself wondering about things I didn’t know exist.
Still, I wish I write more. I am not sure if it is a mental block or just a case of priorities. Is this space just a pensive or is it still alive? I will admit that I am not sure anymore. I wish to find that out for myself, and hence you find me here, blabbering without a particular theme in mind.
Wadala House and the Mango Tree
June has been a GREEN month for me. Backpacking across Meghalaya for a week was a much needed detoxification. I encountered the first rains of the season. Flying back to Mumbai, I found the west branch of Monsoons greeting me. Even Bangalore was gleaming with wonderful colors as sky poured incessantly, This is the most tranquil part of the year, which rejuvenates everything – living and animate alike. It does come with side effects, but I believe it has a lot of pros than cons. A festival which spans across months – Monsoons is a pleasant reminder that even a metropolitan like Mumbai has to mend its ways as per the dictate of Nature – And it’s citizens happily go the prescribed path. Continue reading
It’s still raining here. Monsoons have been with us for almost two months now. They will be leaving soon. But until then, the city will continue to be at it’s most beautiful.
September is here. That part of the year when you take a pause and think – “Wow!! The year has almost ended. But it started only some time ago”. That’s the beauty of time. It runs as fast as a Gazelle when it wants to. Otherwise, it just drags along link a stoned snail.
But when you know that it’s galloping away, you should make sure to hold on as tightly as you could and just enjoy the ride 😀