My thoughts, Rain, Matrix and Ice-Cream

I have been thinking about updating my blog for over a year now. Back then when I was reading a lot of novels and fiction it was easy for me to write an article. A book review was one of the easiest ways to put in some words on the e-diary. Times of have changed and I became a busy man (at least I think so.J ). These days I read a lot of non fiction and to write about it requires a lot of thinking, discerning and self interrogation. Well those articles would have to wait , at least for now, as I had a nice little experience yesterday that I would like to put here.

Around 10 months back, four months after I came to Bangalore, weekends started becoming really monotonous and boring. The city was simply the same and I really missed the serene beach of vizag and those weekends at BITS where we used to have nice lachha sessions. The best pastime, at this point seemed to be writing articles, which I used to do a lot during the school days. Well it went on well for some time and as you can see, I somehow lost that habit.

Yesterday, at 1:30 in the afternoon, I started feeling really hungry and thought I should get some food. My feet dragged me towards the ‘spicy corner’ on the main road and I ordered a veg-biryani (parcel). My plan was to have it while watching a movie on that little dumb machine at home (laptop). Well, it was not to be so, as Bangalore known for its unpredictable weather, stood to it’s reputation and it started raining. Now with no other alternative, I asked the shopwala to give a plate so that I can savour the steaming hot biryani before it went cold. As it was raining heavily, I had to stand and the shopwala duly apologized for the lack of seating. Well, my thoughts have already drifted back to the good old carefree days at school. On a rainy day, I used to either sketch comic characters or write small articles with my mom’s guidance. The water droplets in the pool nearby brought back to me memoirs of my first article. I was in my 5th class back then, and on one such day I wrote my first essay. Till then I always depended on my mom for essays, whether it was for the intra school competitions or the inter school ones. That day, my mom said she would not help me as I was becoming overly dependent and asked me to write on my own. Well this article was for no fun and it was a part of the 20 marks assignment that I had to submit to my telugu teacher the next week. My mind was full with a heaviness that was not due to the fear of marks but with the anxiety that comes when one writes his first own essay.

It was the same feeling that crept into me yesterday. I had kept postponing the article for months, but now I realized that it was time that I put my thoughts into a proper format. I was looking for some incident that I can develop into some sort of article, and during all this time I didn’t stop eating my biryani J. Suddenly, the sky that was pelting drops on drops of water till then became silent for a moment and I thought the rain stopped, it staid still for a moment and came in a massive downpour and it was dark all over again (well , all of you who have seen matrix-3, might have by now realized why I had put the movie name in the title. It was exactly similar.) By now, my biryani was over and I decided that I shall put all my thoughts into ink (or should I say colour, on laptop there is no ink J.). Meanwhile the sky eased a little and I came across the ubiquitous MTR-Softee ice cream shop. Well, now it is time to explain the last part of the title. The hero in one telugu movie (nuvve-nuvve) says “Any fool can eat ice-cream when the climate is hot, one who eats ice cream when it is raining, is a romantic fellow”. I don’t know if it had actually inspired me, but I ordered one ice cream and having paid the money I started walking home. I was about to taste the cone and the rain that had already turned into drizzle stopped suddenly giving way to the blazing hot sun, leaving me to decide who I am, A Romantic fellow, who ordered an ice-cream when it was raining or a fool who was eating ice cream in the hot sun. After a few moments I decided to call my self a romantic fool, who just was unable to understand the variety of nature.