Golden End

Spouse just told me that my gold fish died...I mourn his or her passing away...i guess all things are transient. I should accept that and move on. Well, at least happiness I know is...when everything seems to be going right then God up there decides it is time for a tweak. Sadness is also transient, though when you are sad it seems forever. People and places are......I wonder why some people walk into your life and then you don't see them ever again. Like places which are home to you for sometime and then you never set foot there again. Each time I visit a place, when I leave it I always wonder if I will ever go back there. But like in Rome at the Trevi fountain, you need to mentally toss a coin and hope that some day....

Right now the mumbai rains are playing hide and seek...now you see it and now you don't.

This does seem like a disoriented blog. But you must remember my gold fish just died.

A Celestial view

I must be getting old. I cried at my niece's wedding, very hindi-film-like, immediately after the ceremony. I don't think I cried at mine, nor in any other wedding. In fact I have always wondered why people cry as a ritual immediately after the muhurtham.

But I think I cried more for the people I loved, who were not there in our midst to partake in the joyous event. My mom, my pati, my periamma and so many others. It breaks your heart to know that the familiar faces are getting fewer.

But I hope they watched it all from where ever it is they are.

Rain Rain Come again

There's something about the smell of the first rains....i don't know what it is but even in a dirty city like mumbai it is exhilarating. You just breathe in deep and breathe in the fresh air...the only time mumbai probably has fresh air...

The first rains is also romantic....it is wonderful to stand at the window and watch the raindrops fall in dancing patterns caused by the blowing wind. The rains always make me nostalgic and there is a yearning..for what I don't know .

Soon we will be cursing the rain, if there's not sufficient of it or if there's too much of it. This time round the rains came without a whimper...I mean there was no thunder, no lightning...even the clouds dint look like rain clouds. Of course if you ask the MET man he will say this is still not the rains, it is pre-monsoon. From June 10th I have been reading their statements about how monsoon is 2 days away, 5 days away etc....I don't think they have a clue.

Anyways, in the meantime I smelt the fragrance of the first rains...and that magic will be recreated only next season.

Changing shoes

You don't really think about how quickly time is flying till it hits you in the face. Last week my niece got married. The same one who bawled her head off right through my marriage ceremony....I have photos to prove that.....clinging to her mom and crying blue because there were too many strangers pinching her rosy cheeks...she was a beautiful baby and she made a beautiful bride....I still remember her waddling unsteady into my arms as I came home from work. And now she is a married woman.
As I stole a solitary second in the marriage hall to reflect on the past, I realised that time has flown so quickly, too quickly for my liking. C'est La Vie. There's nothing you can do about it.
And I want to tell her to enjoy every moment of her new life..........soon it will be her niece who is in her shoes and she will be in mine.