MONSOON,UMBRELLAS and GENDER DIVIDE

Monsoons are one of the most awaited phenomena bestowed upon us by the benevolent almighty. Rains do a lot of good to the mankind. It is a boon to farming, replenishes water table and water bodies. It provides much awaited respite from the soaring mercury. The entire flora and fauna (natural and man-made) gives out a very fresh, washed and vibrant vibes. Raindrops falling on the parched earth to quench its eternal thirst is quiet an emotional and spectacular sight to watch. Intermingling of thirsty earth and restless rain drops is like two passionate lovers reuniting after a long agonizing separation forced upon themselves by the destiny, with a hope of never separating again and ignorant of the fact that every meeting culminates into a separation.
Love prevails all around riding high on the mood and sentiments marked by marriage of thirsty mother earth and rain drops with purity at heart. Feeling of togetherness and reunion becomes the mood of the season. But this feeling of togetherness suffers every time it rains in my office.


Large and beautiful umbrellas have been provided by my office management to facilitate the journey of their employees from their respective buildings to the main exit without getting wet. But we mortal souls, so engrossed in the utilitarian aspect of life, fail miserably to understand the real purpose of such facility (I guess even the office management is ignorant about the same). These benevolent

FROM MY PEN--A strange feeling called love

Nothing is as beautiful as love. It is love which makes life worth living. But there is strange mystery surrounding this word called LOVE. Time and again i have tried to attach a meaning to it, but have failed miserably all the time. After all this vain efforts i have realized one thing, this feeling of love cannot be expressed in words. This pitiable situation of word can be understood because words can describe only mortal things. Love is immortal, i can be only experienced but not described.

The more one tries to curtail love by describing it with helpless words, the more stranger and complex it becomes. And at one point of time, when this futile chase to define love turns into desperation then into frustration, one gives up. I find it very astonishing that the same which cannot be defined even after exhausting the entire dictionary can be felt, enjoyed and experienced by mere silence. So if experiencing love is so simple they why it cannot be described. This question punches me rite into the face of we mortal beings. It brutally exposes the inefficiency of we human beings. Through science we have tried and seeked answer for all worldly phenomenas. We have left no stone unturned to satisfy our hunger of attaching reasons for all the events that take place in this universe. But it is a pitiable paucity of science that reason for existence of love which is the perennial source of life has eluded it.