Rain...

Rain… a sense of elation for a destitute soul… Apathy takes over, drains the heart of blood and injects its venom. Is there but no relief, for all I feel is nothing, I don’t even know what that is like for emptiness has lost its meaning as something has to be present for one to feel its void once it’s gone… The falling rain, it has drenched me, one of the only benign things my soul could allow me to fully embrace. When was the last time any of us felt the warmth originating from our chest and spreading right to our tip toes, I don’t even know what the phrase ‘making me weak in the knees’ means…

The rain falls and continues to fall and I see people running indoors, they might never know what they miss, the ostensibility that only the brave and damaged can defy, and I’ve never known myself to be brave. I’m not asking one to go and try to enjoy the rain and get soaking wet, you might hate it, and frankly… to each his own. But I ask you to go and find your rain like I found mine; it could be anything, but it’s something you find solace in. Stand on the edge and shout at the wind or look at a leaf and write a poem. Defy the convention and dare to hope. But most importantly don’t let apathy kick in, for most of us are young only once (I count myself as an exception)… Carpe Diem… Seize the day!!

Rain...

Rain… a sense of elation for a destitute soul… Apathy takes over, drains the heart of blood and injects its venom. Is there but no relief, for all I feel is nothing, I don’t even know what that is like for emptiness has lost its meaning as something has to be present for one to feel its void once it’s gone… The falling rain, it has drenched me, one of the only benign things my soul could allow me to fully embrace. When was the last time any of us felt the warmth originating from our chest and spreading right to our tip toes, I don’t even know what the phrase ‘making me weak in the knees’ means…

The rain falls and continues to fall and I see people running indoors, they might never know what they miss, the ostensibility that only the brave and damaged can defy, and I’ve never known myself to be brave. I’m not asking one to go and try to enjoy the rain and get soaking wet, you might hate it, and frankly… to each his own. But I ask you to go and find your rain like I found mine; it could be anything, but it’s something you find solace in. Stand on the edge and shout at the wind or look at a leaf and write a poem. Defy the convention and dare to hope. But most importantly don’t let apathy kick in, for most of us are young only once (I count myself as an exception)… Carpe Diem… Seize the day!!

Being childish actually teaches you something, for real!

Communication

Communication… what would we ever do without it? It’s no secret that ever since the existence of man has been recorded, along with it has been recorded a form of communication. Whether it is a drawing on a cave wall, or just plain pointing and grunting, communication has been omnipresent throughout civilization.

Why just the other day my friend and I had this argument over a pizza toping, he said oregano and rock salt really enhanced the pizza’s flavor, while I disagreed. If a neutral and non biased observer would watch the scene unfold, he would have nothing but this to say, “fellows calm down, you both have different tastes, and to each his own.’ In retrospect I would have said the same too. But then I realized, this wasn’t about something as trivial as a pizza topping. This was about our egos, and the topic was just a medium to debate about whose was bigger. Freud had stated that men do have a rather odd fixation on the size of things…

Indirectly we were communicating to each other, about who is more superior (these are the things that make me wonder whether the juvenility in me is my perpetual boon and bane). Think, try to analyze and maybe even decode the message and signals the other individual is sending. If an asinine altercation over a pizza topping could have such a concealed motive behind it, just think of the possibilities.

Things I discovered today, Communication is multi dimensional… and that my friends and I really need to start playing sports!! I mean Pizza topping… That’s Lame! :P

CHILDHOOD…

‘I wondered where I heard taglines like ‘‘just do it’’ and ‘‘impossible is nothing’’… then I remembered, they advertise childhood.’

When we are young we envy others around us. Usually they are adults or adolescents, we envy the amount of liberty they have, the casual manner in which they conduct their lives. How they drove, drank coffee, slept anytime they wish. But if a child dared to so, well he would most certainly be reprimanded. The most common words in these monotonous cacophonies remained… ‘Not until you are 18.’ And it’s just then that the little Tyke would say to himself ‘I can’t wait to turn 18…. Boy will I show them how to do things.’ Just then a satanic creature found only in the burning loins of hell would smile and grant that clueless child his wish.

Well it’s safe to say that I’m still dealing with the hangover of completing my childhood. While the thought of becoming an adult certainly excited one during his childhood and early adolescence, it certainly looked a lot gloomy as you enter your late teens. All of a sudden you would realize you are not the youngest in a room. You are responsible for your actions, a radical shift in the attitude of others towards you. And let us not forget the expectations, the look every father has in his eyes when his young fella’ has just turned into a man. The silent but distinct tear in every mother’s eye, after all he isn’t the little boy he used to be, but her comfort zone will always permit her into a state of denial.

I often find catch myself contemplating whether I am mentally an eighteen year old. Am I ready to shed the shroud of my childhood? And then another a thought strikes me. Maybe we’re not supposed to shed anything completely. Maybe the billions of cells given to us are meant to store that shroud, for a day you wish to reminisce. Maybe nostalgia is healing, like a glass of wine or a hot chicken soup. I may still have the maturity of a 5 year old…..But I’m not shedding my shroud.