Today is Not So Bad...

Quite unexpectedly, the weather here has turned mild- cloudy with gusts of wind. It is as if the Gods have read my post yesterday and are making a comment on it.

Thank you all, I will try to respond with a hefty piece of coconut-water for you to enjoy.

Now, it will be great if I can go on and write about the weather here- descriptive passages are what is needed. But alas, I am incapable of it.

Right now, I am here at my third floor office and I can see the Mount Road from the window, and when I can’t, I have its noise for company.

So, when I walked in and looked out this morning, I felt so great: trees, their leaves in different shades of red and brown, flowers, the dark road zapping under- and the ruckus of traffic: everyone had some busy task to go to, and here I was; a sudden respite from heat, a great umbrella of a great guardian angel in a benign mood. I felt him with me. I could feel the certainty of  hope and change- the twin towers of Micawberesque happiness palpably materializing in my lunar landscape, I felt great. I stood taking it all in when someone shouted at me asking what was the matter with me.

I could not tell him. I don’t express myself so well in speech, and I can’t really tell you how great I felt. There are reasons.

For one thing, my sight is not so good- when I try to bring something into focus, I can feel my left eyeball swell as it strains like a dog on leash.

And another thing is, my hearing is not so good- I am more or less always preoccupied, but apart from that, I have a defective left ear, so it is a problem.

And then there are other issues.

There are lots of these trees around here- except for coconut and neem, I don’t know their names. So, how do I describe them? A great wide tree with a bouquet of branches, nice, little drooping leaves, some of them browning and the others pale and drained, heat seeping into their shriveling capillaries.

And flowers- so many of them here now small yellow flowers, big red flowers, and medium sized orange-tinted flowers- all of them bobbing about…

I am not good at describing things- no observation skills.

And I have left that tiny blue-green butterfly which worriedly wanders about and after a moment of meditation on top of a random leaf, distractedly flutters away, backing to its right, right and further right and ultimately off my field of vision.

And I haven’t said anything about the DMK flags on squat poles striped along the median, which flag, and then perk up and flutter busily with the changing flow of breeze.

And the vans and minivans loaded with rural politicos that honk away dismissively- having come here from the hinterlands, they know how important it is to look important if you are to be seen as important.

Nevertheless…

What I mean is, it feels great anyway when this sort of thing happens- you want to drink it in as long as it lasts.

I am reminded of this Haiku, where it goes something like this:

The bluebird

Sure was not waiting

For me to sneeze…

Things do change awfully quick and you are left wondering why you are where you are, but you are sure you are a fool be where you are now.

But not now. Not now. Now I don’t feel like a fool at all. I feel good. I feel great.

Hope you could feel that way too, all the year round.