Rain Rain Come again!!!

Yssss!!Rain!..How I love it when it rains..Has the love got to do something with my name?maybe..i wont deny..for i love it since i can remember...for i have dreamt of sitting in the room with glass ceilings on a rainy day,snuggled with a book sipping hot tea in hand since forever and still do....

Oh yes..i dont like getting wet in rain.Very convenient some would say to just be a spectator rather driving in a jammed (rainy )road,longing to get home after a long day or walking without umbrella..Well then thats the way i love it!

Yesterday it rained realllly really hard..so hard and was accompanied with its best friend...the wind!!WHat a spectacle it was...what a delight it was..my heart was filled with awe..i was jumping in the house,and my parents pleasantly surprised if my cooing away was because of some other reason??they wondered if i had seen rain for the first time?Well the answer is yes and no..no because its obvious ..yes because each time this natural phenomena called rain happens it brings with it a freshness..a purifying feeling..washing away everything that it needs to..trees,leaves,roads,cars,and most important,our worries, pains deep in the heart...it seems that the falling rain and the accompanying breeze are just lifting you away..they take you away from the monotony of life,rustling your hair,swishing against your face....if you get to sit by an open window or your balcony....

Haven't so many people written poems on rain?Have n't so many movies shot their most romantic scenes in rain?haven't the kids been shown to enjoy the maximum when being soaked in rain?Its "PURE MAGIC"...

And with all the pakoras and samosas that we indias like to indulge in on a rainy day,i like it for another reason..!All the fm stations start playing songs on rain..AND That inevitably means my name is sung in those numbers!!!"from megha e megha re..to kya teri marzi hai megha(DTPH),and kaale megha kaale megha....

I leave it at that ....keep bhigoing! and post in your rain experiences!


God bless...


ps:..did i forget to mention the beautiful sound that touches your soul???

down the memory lane..

It was long since I had written on my blog..rather I was wondering what I could write on..and here I chanced upon this article I had written for school's alumni magazine..I am sure its gonna be nice for my class 12 buddies to read and remember those days

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MEMORY FRAMES……

When first told to write an article for this alumni letter,I started thinking of a particular memory I would like to pen down. My thoughts were “What particular event should I write about”? ”Is there something about the school that has left an indelible mark on me”?

Going just a little deeper ,I realized NO-There is not one thing I can pin point, because the person that I am is because of the school. My thinking, attitude, beliefs is because of what I grew up to be in MIS with the strong influence of the Ashram -the backbone of school

SO here, my dilemma ended with this realization .But yes, I would not forget to mention how in my last 2 years at school ,I totally and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Somehow, I could break away from this studious girl that I was(Much to Annapoorni mam’s delight) into someone who despite pressures from so many sides, could enjoy herself sometimes No doubt I became a struggler, giving nightmares to our physics sir-But the fact remains-we had as much fun to remember it in years to come.

Wearing lab coat with o powered spects to give that nerdy look, sneakily chattering in Rajalakshmi mam’s class, breaking the scientific monotony with Deepti Gulati Mam’s English classes and not to forget giggling, laughing with my friend Mirra-much to the pain of our class’s IIT inclined intelligentsia-Pranay, Pratik, Somani, Himanshu, Manu, Anish,…Their problem-They didn’t understand our jokes।Bigger Problem-,They could not stop our uncontrollable giggles.

Annual Days-Aaah those zero periods-Festive time in school.All taking Tara didi’s grand finale yoga sessions with mixed feelings-Groans on one side but secret happiness of having our classes cut by 5 minutes each…and being on the field.. Yipppee

The last annual day that I participated in was school’s 44th annual day celebrations. It was a ballet on India’s Spiritual Destiny and I played the role of Manthra-The clever old lady

In the Ramayana who instigated Kaykeyi to ask for the 3 promised boons from King Dashratha.(.Poor Lordrama.)What a gala time we had. Staying late for practices, sitting and gazing at the stars in idle times., pulling each others legs amidst samosas and bread pakoras,and also glancing at my friend’s crush who happened to be participating too..These form a part of the numerous things that make me feel nostalgic about school…

Where should I begin writing about my other memories..special assemblies at ashram,recitations,volley ball practices,trips to Jhansi, Pondicherry, Nainital Dalhousie…..May be another day, another page for them.

Thanks Mother, for blessings ."