Rains And Ruins.

Words should not be kept for later because they thrive on mood and my mood is nothing less than a pendulum, so I thought I should pen it down. It's not Monday today but I still got the blues. When I say blues, I literally mean the bluish tone in my otherwise curtain-coloured reddish room, along with the pretty melancholic climate. I hate the dark clouds that get clogged in the sky refusing to pour in, but I love when it finally rains. It's like the clouds have vented out their long-held pain. It feels liberating and very refreshing. 

I don't quite feel like working in this climate, rather I would be sitting on my terrace, watching the rain, sipping tea (which I am doing even now to avoid falling asleep on my laptop). But the sad truth is I can't go up on my terrace, not at least for the next 2 months, the renovation works are going on and I badly miss the only beautiful, picturesque location in my house. The staircase bricks are cracked to build newer ones and there's no way I can get up there. 

So to quench my desire and get the approximate feel of the climate, I plug in my headphones, listen to Darshan's mesmeric take on Baarish. 

''अती हो तो बारिश लेते आना.... जी भर के रोने का दिल करता है 

रहती है ये ख्वाहिश होंठों पर ही...  जब भी यह दिल मेरा जो बरता हे''

This song brings so many memories, but the best of them all would be our final year moments. College hours weren't over yet, but we did not care, we all got drenched badly and I don't frankly remember the rest of the story.



I remember the feel of it and how we used to enjoy even the little moments that came to us, amidst the limited space, strict teachers, peculiar rules and the authoritative environment. 



I hated college but I loved my friends. My six idiots. Appu, Remya, Stu, Shabu, Pathu, Aadhu.




 The cranky things we did in our own small world.




I know maybe I am taking this to another continent, but I don't really remember anything in life that doesn't connect me with them. Me, Appu and Rem were together from the start. Stu & Shabu were captives whom we fleed from a terror group. Pathu...well she came along like algae in the water (you better tell us how that happened :/). Adhu was on a different planet but she used to secretly send Appu evident signals and decided to join us later when her spaceship landed on our world. 

कुच ख्वाब है तेरी चाहत में.... तुमको सौंप दून

इस दर्द की ज़मीन पे में खुदको रोंप दू.... 

Drifting back to the song... I got pumped up with feels and sought out for a snap of this beautiful moment. Neatly placed my cup near the window, scrolled up on the ISO number (I do that often, though I don't know why I do that or what difference does it make to my picture. It's supposed to increase brightness but I hardly listened to Kannan Sir during photography class, and so I honestly don't know how it works.) First picture did come out well but greedy me wanted a pseudo-stunning moment. Take 2 & I got a human in my frame. Chettan was drenched in the rain but still continued his heavy work. He was the only one on work today and I had seen the contractor question him as to why he was on leave the previous day. That was a stupid question for his right-hand thumb finger was covered in a stiff cloth and there were blood smears on it. He got cut himself the other day, and he deserved at least two days rest. But he can't. It all comes down to the contractor's decision and being an employer he doesn't have that sort of sentiments. Fair enough, we are all working. But yes, my breaks, my job, my leisure time, my home, the food I have... they all come as a privilege. I am definitely in an easy street and have the time to think about everything under the sky when he does not even have the time to rest his scars. 

Well...the rain is ''Baarish'' for some and just another drizzle for some others.