Chennai yil Oru Mazhai Kalam

“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”
I was getting back home from work when the rains beat upon my head with a vengeance.Most of my frens yearn for the monsoon in Chennai. Say rain, and one immediately conjures up images of cozy couples and intimate conversations.Rain and romance are synonymous for some people.But whoever said the rain is romantic has obviously never got drenched by the rain in Chennai.I don t find anything remotely romantic about getting soaked on dirty roads with open manholes, and gawking men.

All you romantics out there,please remove your rose tinted glasses and take a look .I bet you will find that getting wet in the rain is the most unromantic thing in the world.Rain is great when you don't have to actually experience it.Rain and romance just don't gel for me.Period.Well, maybe it would ,if i am in a pristine cottage on the Alps amidst a serene lake with a guy who looks like Brad Pitt.Maybe..(k lets not get carried away)..I will let you know about my altered opinions if and when this happens;-)

If our Tamil movies are to be believed ,Indian women love dancing in the rain(preferably wearing transparent sarees and impossible shoes) .... People,these girls are paid to do it and that's why they are so ecstatic about it.Ask any rational girl if she would like to dance in the rain amidst squishy puddles and people spitting all around them .Go on . just ask . . she will probably give you a look that would make you wish you were soluble in the rain.

As for me,I finally reached home; drenched from head to foot,tired ,hungry, and not to mention a wee bit disgusted about the things i would have unknowingly tread on.After cleaning up and eating ,I looked out of the window to find it still raining.From the comforts of my house, i found t it beautiful and tender and poetic .And i could empathize with the poet who said"Rain is grace;rain is the sky condescending the earth..." (What can i say? I guess for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist,certain preconditions are indispensable ;-) )

There is more

There is more to silence than the absence of sound

More to a desert than just the bare ground

There is more to beauty than that, which meets the eye,

There is more to deception than just the outright lie

There is more than pain in the unshed tear

More to an unsaid word than speech can bear

A home is more than just bricks and stone,

There is more to a man than just flesh and bone,

There is more to your dog than its bark and bite,

There is more to the sunset than just a trick of light,

There is more to love than all the poets can tell

More to that dream which even despair can’t fell

There is more to God than we will ever know,

And there is more to us than we will ever show

A melody called life

An eagle soars in the skies alone

The winds whistle tunes unknown

The joyous building of castles in sand

The tender faith in an outstretched hand

Reaches out to the person within

Who is pure, permanent and unaffected by sin

The myriad reasons behind the gleam of an eye

The million shades between the truth and the lie

Are you the one who chooses your words?

Soft as petals or sharp as swords

Are you bruised by very little and then some

Listen gal, there is more from where that came from

Are you waving your fists in the air?

Does everything seem so damn unfair?

Life is a melody and I sing along

However off tune, this is my song

I am the girl who awakens to find it a dream

And the woman who sleeps to find her dream