Saturday, May 01, 2010

Rain Drops Keep Falling On My Head

Have I ever told you I love the first rains of the season? Oh yes, I have, not once, but twice. But nonetheless, today, after having got soaked in the first rains again, I realize why it is so. I do not want to get into the clichés of ''the smell of earth'' or ''the sound of a cuckoo chirping'' or ''the fresh look of trees''. All that adds to the beauty of the moment. That is what you feel through your senses-fragrance, sounds, sights and touch.

I find the rains beautiful because of the feelings they evokes within me. The rains are blissful solitude, one of the few elements which can drown out the noise surrounding me. Call me a loner, but over the years, I have realized the importance of being close to one's own self. I love it when nature defines the setting for my date with me.

Amidst the chaos of urban living and fast paced routines, I can bring my life to a stand still by getting engrossed in these tiny offerings which nature has to offer, which many almost always conveniently ignore. When I observe carefully, I wonder how unnecessarily complicated we make life, when all the answers to our problems are right out there, hidden and waiting to be uncovered.

In our desire for more - money, time and materialistic pleasures - we forget the value of what is available to us in abundance. When we do so, we have no one but ourselves to blame. We were born free but we chain ourselves to what the world thinks is right, valuable and important. We unintentionally become slaves of our own desire.

Coincidently, while I was having a great time in the unexpected showers that blessed Gurgaon, my friend messaged me ''There is a new bird nest on a tree near my room. There is a tiny squirrel playing around it. Life seems simple when I look at them. Abundant and boundless.''

That pretty much summarizes what I was trying to say - simplicity, abundance and boundlessness. The first rains are all about it. Nature is all about it.


Anonymous said...

Rain. Bliss.

Pallavi said...

Its amazing how different people find different analogies for rain. Its very contextual subject to individual perception. For me, rains could be like a soothing balm on a singeing wound. This analogy too shall change, like how the fresh rain drops wash away the old ones. Then every drop just flows through all the muddy streets, taverns, rivulets etc ultimately going back to the ocean where it came from. Cycle begins again. Pretty much like life itself.

Anonymous said...

Bombay and rain!
Love both and your blog has both :)

What I love about the first rain of the season, is how it makes everyone stop and stare up at the sky with a smile - if only for a second.

Hope it rains soon in Bombay!

NeHa AnSaL said...

Beautiful post :)

and u r right... we soo narrow down our directions in this materialistic world...that we forget to see d abundancess bestowed on us :)

kepp blogging!!!