Straight Angle™: Rains and the Thrill of.......
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Well, I had already mentioned somewhere else, weekends can be real pain..My roommate being from Coimbatore, had already left to his home on Friday and I was left all alone in the house with the remote control and the idiot box. But this time though the Idiot box wasn't that adamant...I saw a couple of good films...."Alaipaayuthae" and "Thulladha Manamum Thullum"....the later one I am seeing for the fifth time, that too after 3.5 years...the last time I saw that Movie was when I was in my third year of Engineering and I was traveling to Madurai from Hosur, and I saw that in the bus....that night was a thru-night for me....invariably, the songs in that film invoke a sense of despair in me...it throws me into a pensive mood.
I would never see the climax of that film...yeah, it has an happy ending only, but then I cannot explain why I cant see the climax, but I hadn't yet seen the climax emotionless...that is one of the very few movies that evoke some emotion from me, the other being "Alaipaayuthae"....that too, when the moment she asks him,"varathukku aen ivlo late?", "Enna kalyaanam pannikariyaa?", when he meets her in her practice sessions, after that song "Evano oruvan vaasikkiraan" , when she sees him, the eyes that speak numerous words and his smile, that turns into a laughter at her question, the gentle squeeze and the hug....Oh! I am turning more romantic than warranted!...those are some scenes I like watching in that film, but as always, I seldom watch that film fully...it makes me sober and dull....
So decided to go out somewhere....got hold of some friends here and went to a shopping complex....met up with a lending library and was asking for some books....Lolitha, Like Water for Chocolate, Mistress of Spices, Herman Hesse..etal..seems the poor fellow doesn't have them...says that the clientele for such books were quite non existent there and he is hearing these books for the first time...well, couldn't help it...finally bought "The Fountainhead".
While returning back, it was all rains and the most spectacular aspect of rains/monsoons here is that, even after a torrential rain, there would hardly be any water on the roads...an amazing drainage system(natural ofcourse)...and I got my long time fantasy fulfilled.
I was walking all alone in the road, a deserted one, with a slight drizzle to accompany me, with my jerkin and an umbrella...I don't like the cap that comes with the Jerkin...it just makes me feel restricted, suffocated and in a rigid, see through cage. I like the freedom that an Umbrella gives, the freedom to get drenched in rain, to protect yourselves from the splashing puddles, as the buses hurry around, give you enough room to maneuver and occasionally enjoy the force of wind against you, when it is strong enough to turn the umbrella into a sort of mangled steel and twisted rods and push you to defend your space aginst the force.
I like the feeling to oppose the wind, to face it upfront, to just walk against it and give a smile in reply to it's force. I like walking with my Umbrella thrust forward in front of me, letting it take the full force, as much as possible, then move it around to wade off the attacks, all the while, preventing myself from the rain too...It gives me a sense of attaining what I want, when I want it...It gives me a sense of triumph...a sense of achievement...It still gives me..after all these years, the same thrill that it gave me when I could barely hold the umbrella.
The one ultimate in bliss that I could possibly attain while walking in rain is to walk with a denim/jeans pants..I like the roughness...it's never say "Wet" attitude...the naked arrogance that it displays with the onslaught of rain...
The jeans gets wet only in the exterior and it takes quite sometime and a harsher rain to claim the final victory. When the jeans is completely wet and I still keep walking, the occasional brushing of the wet jeans with the still dry calf muscles and the water dripping off the jeans, falling on to the ankle, giving a sudden brust of chillness, permeating the flesh and tickling the bones, is a sensation that I would trade any fever for.
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