, and other assorted regional variations these are mostly happy sort of people Some like the darker type rain songs like, Buckets of Rain Dylan Then there is, (a personal favourite, though my associated memories are that of Delhi winters ) or some like the type that goes, I am happy only when it rains. I feel good when things are going wrong. I like to listen to sad, sad songs Oh well, rains does that I suppose, you can sort of weep it all away Then there is new trainee at work who associates, It is raining men Ah well, where exactly is it happening?
Between cats, dogs and men raining, I wonder which is most likely occurrence, if at all and which is most desirable keen contest I think! :) Of course, rain songs also mean Hindi film music make its presence felt..
. though people do make strange linkages I mean what is link to rain I mean hello! But of course, that must explain either association of brilliant colours with this whole rain business or Rekha as the preferred Rain Diva (though that is perhaps an epitaph best suited for Sridevi ) Some like the poetry of the, Ek akeli chatri mein jab aadhe aadhe bheeg rahein the And so it went on and frankly, this will never end, if I go on with this train of thought But suffice to say, some associate water, some the music/ sound of it, some the clouds, for some the rainbows For some the genre varies soulful ghazals to retro remixes to angsty, deep music, to blah For me it is always about the sun.
Rains are beautiful, you need them, you handle it in small doses but at the end of it you need the sun to say, it is all okay now, please don t do hermit-rabbit thing and scurry into woodwork again come out because I am back I am always partial to the Sun, even from mythology I thought Karna/ Karan, of the sun god fame, was this hugely interesting character in fact barring Eklavya and him, I have never liked the men from mythology, there is a pattern here, which one can analyze at some other point of time! :) But ya, sun means happiness and well-being And so that is how it is things are seeming to be looking up: Sensex touching 8000, Indian cricket team with our Dravidian captain doing very well, Sachin Tendulkar back in form, one ought to be happy. But there is gloom too, of terrorist attacks which make no sense and even the rains causing havoc in some parts.
Even with my generally pre-occupied self it makes me stop and wonder and yet we move as always and go on and celebrate the triumph of good over evil type of stuff Thinking of such celebratory occasions I am reminded of a story by Christian Bernard that I read some time during school, yes, my school memories are some what hazy. In Celebration of Being Alive , was from his biography, I think. In it he talks about an incident involving two physically challenged children at the hospital he was working in.
Like I said, the details elude me, but what he says is that these two children on the verge of death demonstrate all the irreverence (in a nice way) and child-like exuberance, as only children can. The point he makes, albeit simplistically is that we should celebrate being alive because it is not a bad state to be in. In spite of the unacceptable simplicity in this statement, I almost always find this story uplifting.
And that is not because I like to see it is as, At least I am doing better than that/ them but because I like to hold on the belief that things can only get better.
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