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Rain Drive



Rain , the cry from gods in heaven which makes the city dwellers swim in misery. Rain is not welcomed by all with the same enthusiasm. The movies have always been misleading us ,just showing the polished side of reality life .Beautiful girls getting drenched, running for shelters, small kids looking up the sky wishing it rains more, so schools does not work the next day is just a faction of reality that happens during this time. There is always an untold story that every rain gifts, not in a fancy wrapped, ribbon tied present but the surprise package that you can’t say no to.
Like any metros in India, Chennai has autos (also known as auto rickshaws) that play an integral part in the metro's life. But the new breeds of autos called SHARE-AUTOs are bliss for commuters when it comes to hopping off short distances for cheaper rates. I too became an integral part of this traveling community when I started to work, which happens to be not so long ago.

The ride is a mixed experience, depending on which seat you get, as that plays a vital role in which joint of our body is going to experience the maximum fatigue. On the contrary the ride is really annoying when I have to share seats with those women folk, who would give that disgusting look which I always try to avoid. But everything changed one fine evening, when sky turned dark and the city turned its back. Chennai is a city not designed for rain; water just gets stuck up in every corners of the street and making the people choke literally. Setting the target to get home in time, I knew I was setting something that had no scope for execution. The mission IMPOSSIBLE was on.  

Three travel modes, bike, train; bus/auto is how I get to work. Everything was just fine until the rain god showered his blessings. Off from work with my cap on and an umbrella in hand I rushed past the gates. The clouds sounded better than atoms surround system and I did not want to take chances. There came a Share-auto and I felt better but that was a wrong emotion, one has to peep into the auto before deciding on what emotion to log on to until next couple of minutes.

The share auto was full, but I was given a great invitation to share the driver’s seat. I did not hesitate. Trying to squeeze both butt cheek into the seat, and trying to hold on to a support I nodded . He pushed the throttle, one cheek slides out, hand kinda slipped but still I was well inside the roller coaster without any seat belts. The rains just flooded every corner of the road; the three Wheeler was just doing fine. The building traffic was another add-on to the misery. Everyone wanted to surpass the signal, rush home fast. Why was that for? Is it to watch their favorite heroine’s rain dance. Yes, maybe I thought. But my mind was focused on to fight for maximum seat share.

Ride was pretty much quite, so I tried to look around. That was not much difficult, as my legs and hands were comfortably outside the closure. The only good thing about my office travel is its around the IT corridor so it’s just one stop shop for ogling. But most time I miss out either because I’m pushed in to take the inside seat or I'm not in the mood most of the time. But today's was not like any other day. There were a lot of young smart; charming girls that I did not realized that I had missed out for such a long time.

As the Auto forced itself forward, just pushing around, the traffic and flooded road I just realized that water level was rising in. The fellow commuters were kind enough to speed, that they had a remarkable contribution in splashing water on me. Trying to ignore the disaster I tried to focus on staying in the auto no matter what .The auto stopped for two people to hop on.  The lady was quite charming, but the other guy could be a definite threat to my butt’s seat share I thought. Worse phase was just on the guy who got in, also got into the driver’s seat on the other side. Now 3 guys shared the driver’s seat, though only one was driving. So now my command over seat is virtually off, the roads were not helping either. The traffic was icing on the cake. Still I was happy about the part that I was moving, making progress in the first place. So nothing just got into my head, the safety, and the threat anything at all. After all Indians we are.
As the share-auto throttled up, swiftly in between the corners and gaps one thing I noticed was people staring us. (Us here is our auto)  I just turned back; there she was the wonder woman who was attracting attention. Turning back, was difficult, a threat to my life even, so I gave this ogling opportunity a miss. But what annoyed me were the other people starring at her. May be it was because I could do that, but it was mainly how it would make people feel that concern me that time. Is this how some jerks stare at woman? That's disgusting. The divine intervention just did the magic here. Traffic signal, we passed through and that insane jerk was trapped. After all, this is how life is, good versus evil. Getting off at my destination and I just looked at her, she was indeed a wonder woman, literally.
Heading my way I got onto a train and reached my place. Here awaited my next challenge. Here it was a scooter ride in the rain. Again no helmet, no rain coat the crazy Indian decided to start once again. Zooom I started off putting myself right into a big puddle of water, splashing on the dirty pool right out of my way. But I made sure there wasn’t any one beside me. This made me realize it was not just rain dancing heroines that propelled my fellow countrymen to zip-zap-zoom during the rain, splashing water is real fun. Like ‘one size fits all’ T-shirt, its one act satisfies all deed.

The rain god started to show mercy may be because I didn't annoy the angel who sat near me during my last ride, that's the reason I started my scooter in the first place. But as I zapped around the traffic, and stopped for the traffic signal, lashed at me the water from heaven, without any mercy proving my theory wrong. Getting drenched was not my concern but my glasses! I’m literally blind without my glasses. Even the tiny droplets of water that sticks on, just gives wild images and wrong signs. All that I will see are just red stop lights of ever vehicles rear. The real misery is I can't see vehicles, I can't see the people who ride them (if you know what I mean)
When man decides something, destiny just gets on its way. In spite of my slow speed, the Japanese engineering did not want to join hands with me for perverted mind, off went the engine.  There is a strange connection between me and my scooter (Honda aviator) it just listens to my intensions. But it only to the good ones, that was the downside. With great regret I hopped off. Pushing me and scooter to the corner of the road, I stood still. What a stupid way of life I thought. After a few minutes gazing into infinity, an old lady caught my attention. Every vehicle that passed her, splashed water on her. I felt bad, but still what could I do. Trying to start my scooter, thinking that if at all it starts, I'll help her reach where ever she wants to. Miracles do happen when one least expect them. Taking a U-turn to get to the old lady, I noticed her opening a gate and getting into the house. With a great smile on, I started off to my home which was not far away. 

That night before sleep I realized, life throws on a million experiences for us to learn. It’s what we take away from each that makes what we are. That Rain drive was one hell of drive. Only regret, that wonder woman after all. In pursuit for my next amazing journey, I looked at the next day’s weather report, rain with thunder storm it said, with just an umbrella I boarded the public bus destined to the marina beach.



The Haunting Memories

Trying hard to do different things..


turns out everything around seems way difficult....

not always same I've been...
 

that doesn't mean I forget things around which I was keen...

after all there is no time machine, for dirty people to get clean...

some assholes , some idiots we continue to be

but we be the best around with 
people who believe...

missing the old times, searching the rewind button...

the pursuit continues...
towards indefinite....
searching for the infinity...

never did I forget,
ever can I forget...

the 
people who made who I'm...
people who make me who I'll be...

PLEAD

When a girl and boy are together…
Things they do make me wonder , are they together…
They stick like glue and don’t have a clue..
Even when the sky turns deep blue..
Around them are people who bare..
The words of despair…


But who are they kidding, these people don’t care..
Their life might triumph or get bumped…
Still most around don’t care…
So better see through the world enough…
So that people don’t get bold enough….
So you don’t just remain a spare….


seeing all this around ..
might invoke some despire..
for the life that some just want to have..
not for all your set to pair..
so dont just go hunting hare..
there is a lot more in life than just a pair..
your now vision is just a glare....

UNCLEHOOD



Moving the tight cuffs and checking the time, then checking his mobile for any messages; waiting for morning bus, stands a pretty young chap in the early morning. He’s kinda old for a college student and too young for anything else. Those are the guys stuck in the misery of what I call ‘uncle-hood’, not only because his distant cousin gave birth to a new baby recently that makes him an uncle officially. But because the way he leads his live, not for him, not for those whom he loves. But living it for the sake of just to keep things going. Getting up early in the morning; with the target to reach work on time. Once he gets there, the target changes. Meeting the boss’s expectations for the day occupies his mind. Somehow time goes by and finally the clock ticks bidding goodbye to office hours. Then reaching back home literally becomes a race as the world’s densely populated country makes that a real challenge. A smart phone is the only close buddy he got right now; and music his mind’s chiropractor. Nothing really counts, what he does at home, as it’s just a buffer activity to head to sleep. The cycle just continues, on and on, on and on.


 Some really set out to break the cycle during the weekends. Party, pubs, blowing away their pay checks is what happens basically. Others don’t even have the nerve to set out to break the cycle. And on what basis are these stupid people’s life measured at the end of the day. Money, of course. That piece of papers that smells like heaven which can even buy some part of it. Boring, life becomes; so annoyingly monotonous that some time even suicide might sound too small, because there is an appraisal coming soon and if dead, he can’t have a great funeral. That’s how crazy these breed of people are. Missing the old times, and all the crazy people that were a part of the memories generally acts as a good coolant when things get off course. Everything around them kills them; no one really gets what’s annoying them. In case if they are short tempered, the case is entirely kicked up to next level of insanity. 

Everything around them is new now, from people to places. For the country he’s a tax payer who generates wealth, for others he’s a professional, for some he’s a man of principles, for some he’s a great employee. But only he knows, he just wants to be that crazy kid just like the old times, laughing out loud when friend’s dirty jokes, making fun of professors, bunking colleges, crazy times at group study sessions, standing-on trolleys at shopping malls getting a roller coaster ride. Don’t pity him, he’s just on the verge to create better memories, but will it match the older ones, that’s still a mystery. But he still has promising plans for his tomorrow. For some uncle-hood is just the  time stuck in between adolescence and learning to be mature but it’s much more, much more than words can convey, very much more than some experiences can explain.