Raining Thoughts

The plates of the earth are forever shifting, at times causing the planet to shiver in shocks of fever, causing waves of destruction, manifesting as tsunamis, quakes, landslides and so many other unforeseen catastrophes that threaten to shake the very foundation of life and intelligence on the planet. Being a resistant strain of life, determined to survive the vagaries of this planet, humans were astute enough to install, on and around the planet, state-of-the-art infrastructure to ensure that they be signaled in advance with signs and warnings that would enable them to gear up in resistance to such impending natural dangers. The plates of human existence are also in motion now, causing the entire humanity to shiver in shocks of indignation and outrage. The atrocities that now mar the human race are beyond any rationale. No machine has been designed to gauge the vagaries of the human mindscape; no state-of-the-art infrastructure exists to signal in advance with signs and wa

Lil'D: Amma, it's December, isn't it? A:   Yes dear. Very much.  Lil'D: Why isn't it snowing in Pune? A:   Darling it has never snowed in Pune. And I don't think it will, very soon. Lil'D: But Amma how can there be Christmas without snow? How will Santa come riding then? A: Oh, Santa has access to other modes of travel when in Pune. Besides Santa lives close by, you know? * Guiltily thinking  of ''Shanta'' aunty who lives in the opp. flat * Lil'D: Amma you're lying, I know. There cannot be Christmas without snow!!! A: Says WHO dear?!, Says whoooo??? Lil'D: Peppa Pig. A:   Huh! Peppa Pig? Did Peppa say anything else dear? Lil'D:   Yeah... Peppa also said Amma dunno anything about Christmas... AND... A:   Sighhh... AND...  Peppa's always right...... Pic Courtesy:    Google 

There’s something that I share in common with the famous fictional Prof. Robert Langdon.  No…it’s neither religious iconology nor his love for dead languages. Neither do I have Cordovan loafers or a signature Mickey Mouse watch to match. Not his eidetic memory or his un-paralleled swimming skills either. In fact my memory has always been as dusty as the old soda bottles in some Abdu Bhai’s paan shop and if dropped in water, I might as well just go down gurgling and sit there ogling at the piranhas getting thrilled about my arrival… Ever felt the fear of being stuck in crammed-up spaces?  This is the part where I empathize with Langdon. It is this fear of enclosed spaces that has always haunted me ever since I could remember. Elevators, basements, crammed dentist cabins and even spa cubicles scare me. I have tried this so-called psychological self-counseling therapy during such claustrophobic stints. It sure is useful to a certain extent, until the moment you start hummi