Mundane Musings

Stealthy at first, blink and you miss, The initial clues it leaves behind So tiny so far in between And then it grows in number and strength Assaulting you when you least expect. Rain…the manna to the parched soil As it pounds away the dryness, Scattering slick mud everywhere, Giving nourishment to the thirsty soul Rain…its come…oh blessed rain The leaves become their verdant self Nodding happily as they wash themselves Off grime and dust laid upon their fragile self The summer so harsh had left behind Water gurgles down the drain Competing with the patter of the rain As it falls on the tin roofs and shades And runs to meet the water on the roads and lanes Together they flow washing away the filth Purging away the bleak hot days Bringing in the cool earthy scent Oh look! It’s raining. Come celebrate! Come wash away the pain and strain And swish and swirl into a clean clean world.

I just finished reading Sir Edgar Rice’s Tarzan of the Apes. Yep the classic. I’m in a mood to read classics these days and boy was I rewarded for the attempt. The book had the essentials of a proper adventure movie which no wonder landed it at the door step of our Hollywood producers. But believe me the movies don't even remotely do justice to this masterpiece of a book.(Another classic which thrilled me so much was Jack London's White Fang) I loved the writing style. Sir Edgar Rice adopts the narrator’s role through out and he reminds me of a wizened old man with a pipe in his mouth (though his biography doesn’t depict this) sitting by the fireplace and narrating such fascinating stories. While reading the book, you never once question his knowledge of the language or the mannerisms of the animals and Tarzan's bringing up in the depths of the jungle by an Ape named Kala. My fixation with Tarzan of the Apes started when I first read it with encouragement from my elder

I want to be happy. I can be happy. It's in my hands to be happy. My choices can make me happy. My choices can or cannot be accepted by people who can make me happy. I have to sometimes make them unhappy if I have to be happy. But when they are unhappy, I tend to be unhappy too. So happiness is as much my choice as I let others' choice to Influence me But I don't want to accept others choice. They make me unhappy. But I want to be happy. So to be happy, I need to be selfish. (Hah! Brilliant!)