Introspecting:A review on life so far...
I have been meaning to sit down and type on my blogger since quite a long time but somehow ddint seem to find the time ...and hadnt gathered the thoughts.Its not that i have managed to gathered my thoughts now judging on the frequency me using the backspace but i seem to be in that perfect "WRITE AWAY" mode.The "WRITE AWAY" mode doesnt always possess me ....i only write when i feel the deepest of passions and emotions.
I have written 6 blogs so far and they were all written in a moment of intense despair,frustration ,feeling deep love for Anindya and so on.
However my blog today will not conmprise of the above mentioned emotions but of a different kind of emotion ...rather a feeling altogether-memory.
I guess my readers will disagree with me...that memory isn't an emotion at all.....rather its a collection of long forgotten events and emotions .
I think however its a much stronger emotion and may be seperately considered as an emotion altogether......don't memories make us laugh???and don't memories make us cry???and ain't they the frequent cause of vindictive murders.I would like to term this abstract word-memory as a "MASTER EMOTION" or "MASTER OF ALL EMOTIONS".
Monsoons remind me of bullfrogs croaking away day and night without a moment of respite....of maginificient ,eucalyptus painted an extra shade of green...and the sky stretching for miles on the end without terminating as they frequently do where i presently reside.....of the green paddy fields a few kms away...
a few more years fast forwarded i am reminded of heavy bags wearing down on my back....school shoes slushing uncomfortably about in the dirty brown puddles.....and feet sinking into deep floodholes created by the rain...
I was never particularly fond of the monsoons...for one thing,i culdnt stand the monotony of the entire weather...quite contrasting with my character because am a taurus and they deeply resent change of any sort in their lives:maybe it was the gloomy,unbearably pessimistic quality about this weather that affected me so.It wasn't till full-fledgedly into my early teens that i grew to resent this weather for rains meant July-August when it brought with itself an extra load of work and stress owing to the approaching 1st terminal exams.
I don't quite remember resenting the wet weather when i was a small child though,i recall dancing about in the cool showers ...taking in the extra-green of the surrounding with glee and definately enjoy the croaking of the bullfrogs.It wasn't uncommon to find a frog or two in our bathrooms or verandahs ;and to this day i find the adage "raining cats and dogs" highly unfair to those frogs .
I was and still am particularly fond of icy hailstorms though.They generally come down during intense heat waves as they did this summer.As a kid ,i used to try catching the ice pellets in a steel glass or bowl.I don't quite understand the purpose it was supposed to have served till this day!
Once in school,monsoon became an irritating affair altogether.I hated getting my shoes and socks wet by slushing in the dirty puddles but as it frequently happens so with things you hate ,i would invariably end up being forced to cross a pool.
I have written 6 blogs so far and they were all written in a moment of intense despair,frustration ,feeling deep love for Anindya and so on.
However my blog today will not conmprise of the above mentioned emotions but of a different kind of emotion ...rather a feeling altogether-memory.
I guess my readers will disagree with me...that memory isn't an emotion at all.....rather its a collection of long forgotten events and emotions .
I think however its a much stronger emotion and may be seperately considered as an emotion altogether......don't memories make us laugh???and don't memories make us cry???and ain't they the frequent cause of vindictive murders.I would like to term this abstract word-memory as a "MASTER EMOTION" or "MASTER OF ALL EMOTIONS".
Monsoons remind me of bullfrogs croaking away day and night without a moment of respite....of maginificient ,eucalyptus painted an extra shade of green...and the sky stretching for miles on the end without terminating as they frequently do where i presently reside.....of the green paddy fields a few kms away...
a few more years fast forwarded i am reminded of heavy bags wearing down on my back....school shoes slushing uncomfortably about in the dirty brown puddles.....and feet sinking into deep floodholes created by the rain...
I was never particularly fond of the monsoons...for one thing,i culdnt stand the monotony of the entire weather...quite contrasting with my character because am a taurus and they deeply resent change of any sort in their lives:maybe it was the gloomy,unbearably pessimistic quality about this weather that affected me so.It wasn't till full-fledgedly into my early teens that i grew to resent this weather for rains meant July-August when it brought with itself an extra load of work and stress owing to the approaching 1st terminal exams.
I don't quite remember resenting the wet weather when i was a small child though,i recall dancing about in the cool showers ...taking in the extra-green of the surrounding with glee and definately enjoy the croaking of the bullfrogs.It wasn't uncommon to find a frog or two in our bathrooms or verandahs ;and to this day i find the adage "raining cats and dogs" highly unfair to those frogs .
I was and still am particularly fond of icy hailstorms though.They generally come down during intense heat waves as they did this summer.As a kid ,i used to try catching the ice pellets in a steel glass or bowl.I don't quite understand the purpose it was supposed to have served till this day!
Once in school,monsoon became an irritating affair altogether.I hated getting my shoes and socks wet by slushing in the dirty puddles but as it frequently happens so with things you hate ,i would invariably end up being forced to cross a pool.
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