rainy days

The time of year, which is a little too long for west bengal or any other coastal region but still is charming.

Those drops pouring down from above, soothing every thing they touch. It’s a great fun for homebirds like me. To stand at the window and watch them pouring down. Specially after the scorching heat which we faced this year.

Every thing transforms with them, the trees become greener, small sprouts start to shoot up every where, vines start to grow in a grat speed and their dazzling, fresh green colour is too much soothing to the eyes.

I just loved to see those pearldrops coming down on vibrant green grass and bushes, trees.

Additional benefits are always there, the coolness enveloping our bodies after scorching heat.

disillusions

I have been born and brought up in a religious (not fanatic) family, a family with hundreds of years of holding various pujas perfectly at home. Not the puja which every hindu holds at the home altar, but the pujas which are performed on specific dates..durgapuja, kalipuja, lakshmipuja, saraswatipuja etc.

My ancestral home number 1 has atleast a dozen temples still maintained by my family through our priests. Being born in such a family, very naturally I had a deep attraction for God. And I admit without least embarassment that my being depends on God.

I simply love the atmosphere which says something holy. I feel a deep attraction toward it.

I have a marvellous friend, Girish, a couple of years ago he manipulated me into doing meditation, I do it as per my own rules, and he is quite aghast about that. But, the thing which I noted within a few weeks of starting it that an old sensation was coming back to me, a deep feeling at the junction point of both eyebrows. As if there is some pressure. Girish was quite impressed by that.

Then I read during my medical transcription course that one of the sinuses is located exactly at that place.

What a disillusionment!!!

borrowed things..

Happiness purchased on borrowed resources never last. This is a golden truth of life.

I have often heard a proverb in my childhood, don’t wear other people’s jewelleries.. if you get attached to them you will hurt yourself. If you lose them you will hurt yourself.

So very true, it is specially reflected in today’s credit card age. I really feel pity for those who borrow money and double pity for those who get attached to borrowed luxury.

Where have those days gone when the lady of the house used to pin point at the beginning of month how much money should go to which account? And she used to follow that to the core.

I still prefer that lifestyle. Save money and then buy the things. Today we both work in good posts and bought a flat on borrowed money, massive instalments due every month.. then job market goes down and one loses job.. the creditors start to humilliate out on the street..

Its far better to spread one’s leg to the limit which the spread covers it.

Its not that the people of our earlier generations did not built their homes, they did, but ten years later than we do. But by their own money. Without the fear of being haunted by creditors.