One fine Day of Rain.

.....Plonk...Plonk...Plonk....

I heard the sound of dripping raindrops as i passed through the breakout area..
My eyes involuntarily closed for a moment...
Suddenly i found myself  in the school grounds, happily dancing with Kannu to the tunes of love..
I remembered the scoldings i would get from Nagendiran Sir for playing out in the rain...
Childhood is the best part of life.. not that plenty of people say the same but the passing days will eventually make you feel so...
The innocence we had in that period has always shielded us from the world of negativity..
I felt grateful for having born in the 90's since i had gang-memories and not gadget-slaveries...
5 years have passed by, I can still feel my school-life....
The smile that we get , on the remembrance of childhood is always priceless..


.....Screech...screech...screech....

I came back to the alarming sounds of the access machine asking out for my identity..
As i refilled my bottle and came back to my seat, I took a deep breath...
My eyes closed repulsively...
This time i was in the midst of many people...
The cliches of the college life..
Many were in fading Black and a few were in color..
As i noticed closely , I saw people who left my life in negative..
And people who add beauty to my life for now and for ever ,  in colors....
I remembered the days where we used to run all the way in rain just after the end bell to have the first hands on the Hostel Chai...
I remembered the days when we used to play Holi with fists full of rang , splashing in the lashing rains..
The fading out people gave me the taste of temporariness yet as always...
I was reminded of so many instances where people i thought my constants, left me permanently..
The pain of separation had eventually made me stronger...
21 years of existence, 
So many people,
So many places,
So many memories,
So many cultures,
All the way and still going...
To Take in the Good , and throw off the rest..
Was all that i want to do...
For then , now and ever... 
I found myself in the pensieve, flooding with memories of times..
Memories that are all priceless...

......Brrrr.....Brrrr....Brrrr.......

I saw my phone vibrating with the face of my colleague...
Only then did i remember the conference that i was supposed to attend....
As I ended the call and locked my screen, I saw the smiling faces of my Family blackening out..
The conference got over but the spinning turmoils in my head never stopped..
Hoping to get a peace of mind with a cup of chai , I walked towards the cafeteria..
As i engulfed the steaming vapor of my favorite Chai...
I went back to the ever spinning memories in my head...
I went back to a nice day of vacation in the year of 2010..
I remembered how innocently i enjoyed the rain 
with plates full of Bhajjis made by gran...
The love we get from our family is so powerful that it makes us scared when we come out to the real world..
Having always been showered with love of  family, facing the cruelty and vengeance in the real world will always scare us in the initial stage....
But we try to learn and adapt in the passing days...
Tired of Hiding , searching for ways...

.....Tring...Tring...Tring.....

I was forced to come back to a reality...
I found myself surrounded by people running to attend calls..
People running to prove themselves capable enough to break any walls...
The systems were flashing with people connected from all over the world..
People connected via e-mails , without emotions...
Yet they smile at each other and speak without bother...
They have a facade, with a flawless mask..
Evolving only to finish their tasks.. 
I wonder if they really are as good as how they portray themselves....
Yet , i felt there are people of all kind..
The Good and the Bad..
The Good that are Bad behind the back..
And The Bad that are good somewhere round the corner...
The Selfish Giant and the Selfless Giver..
The Morons behind money and the Minds behind memories..
The Patient and The Impatient..
The Sun and the Moon..

Suddenly , I felt suffocating!
I felt the urge to smell the freshness in rain...
I felt trapped behind systems in place of bars.... 
I found myself getting far away from my pen and paper...
I found myself getting afraid of what is in store for me in the coming days...
But, the voice that i always hear from the corner of my heart..
" This will Pass. Smile and Survive."
As always, Gives me the hope to cross miles . 
Life always has a way of getting at us....
The only hope that keeps us in motion..
Are the small yet beautiful emotions..
I packed up my bags..
Went down to the entrance....
To disappear in a trance..
Sat in the steps..
To enjoy the splashing sounds...
To move with the rythm of musical rain..
To feel the dripping drops..
To evolve in the essence of nature...
To dwell in peace...
To find the lost child in me....



The Bird started to flap its wings amidst the never ending skies.
Making sure to go through the most beautiful journey.
Yes, the destination doesn't matter anymore. 





  

With lots of love,

:) Akshaya Venkatesan :)