August Rain

August Rain is a weird creature.

Craving for the want of winter and starving from the summer's heat; dithering in the warmth the earth chooses to part with.

But this is the warmth that has given life to her, the reason for her existence.

With its birth it will be the reason of the destruction of its originator.

Ironical it might seem but this is the fate of rain.

Either she chose to live and kill the one who has loved her the most or die causing more pain to summer. Either ways there are sacrifices on both the ends and decisions that will cause loss anyway.

But with her living she will give life to others, the one who has been burned in the wretched agony ,pain and sadness of summer and their unfulfilled love.

So she chooses to live and with it she cries and screams with pain and sorrow.

With each drop touching the earthen soil, the summer breathes his last breadth.

Rain is mourning and sky is creaking but ignorant earth is celebrating of a death of an untold story and an unfulfilled love.

Next year the cycle will repeat again but the story will always be incomplete. The summer will come and he will mourn and crave to see rain again. with the commencement of rain he will breath his last breath. but it’s just that glimpse that he lives and craves for, so that for once and again he can die peacefully in her presence.

So he says "I am not meant for you and you’re not meant for me. But without me you have no existence and without you i have none"

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."
— Marilyn Monroe

Mumbai chapter: Diary entry 1

Written on 2 April 2011, but couldn't post this earlier due to my usual laziness. My first entry after a long time and first of Mumbai.

Its been over 6 months since i have written something. But today i think god has all the plans to leave me with no option but to write or else get bored and while away time as i have been doing since last more than 5 hours.
2 April 2011, India will remember this date forever as the wait finally ended,thirst finally quenched, when India won the ICC World Cup, the coveted and the most craved treasure. But for me i have a lot of reasons to not to forget it.
The day started with some undesirable sms and phone call which though very evident and obvious was finally send to me making things formally settled. Poor me was not even aware that this is just the beginning and the day will reveal its true colours as the sun will set. With me landing on Mumbai airport, puzzled with the options to where to park myself for the day took a choice or rather was convinced to take a choice which might not be the best of the option. And then the things started getting uglier. Carrying a luggage of around 28 kgs i boarded the local train. The only good thing that happened was that some gentleman offered his service to help me board the train. But seriously speaking the disembarking and climbing bridges really tested my legs and my weight lifting capacity.
Thoroughly tired and soaked in sweat i came to know that the person where i was supposed to stay has no rooms available. To this i laughed and somehow got the clue that yea my boy this is not your day and beware there are still 4 and a half hour left for the day.
Frantically calling people trying to make arrangements for one day led me to choose my friends residence who was on duty in a hotel. Waiting outside wanting desperately to watch the Final, i managed to get hold of an unsecured wireless router on top of the building and saw the last 20 mins of the match. The match ended and the router power went down and the wait started again. With my laptop charge breathing its last breath, it was becoming more and more difficult to while away time.
It was then and as i write my last line the clock ticks 5:00 A.M. The poor guy was rushed by a flurry of people enjoying and celebrating India's win causing the hotel to do an overshift and making me wait till 4:00 A.M. outside, partially sleeping for an hour or so in an unknown taxi asking the taxi owner to have mercy and let me rest for a while.

Mumbai chapter has started with a very intriguing note. I guess the other days are better than this.
Till then Ciao