Its Raining. Its pouring

Phewwwww!!!! That was amazing.

Let me explain. We went for a tea break in office and then suddenly it became cloudy.
The weather was too good..Just too good..And then it suddenly started pouring heavily and with a loud breeze...Wow is this what you call as heaven on earth.
Just imagine, the lovely breeze spreading coolness and the little drops dripping on the face and when you have good company is this not heavenly.

I love the bus journey with window seat especially if there is a lovely breeze blowing. I had enjoyed it in solitude when I was working in bank in a village.

It was the same today. It was just for a precious few minutes that I could enjoy this. But still it changed the whole mood I was in. It just vanished my headache..

If I were not going back to Office, nothing at all could have stopped me going and dancing in a rain and yeah would be more fun if I could get a cone strawberry icecream and play a nice song in my IPOD and dance. Who cares on who is going to watch you ;)

Oh...Nostalgia...it reminds me of the silly college days and not silly village days and even some days in Singapore. Mostly when I walk back home from college and if it rains, its a daily event of getting drenched in rain and later back home drenched in thunder storm from dad :) And I have never missed an icecream in rain. How crazy But that I still am.
Guess this is what you call "Money cant buy everything" :)
And in college I had my best friend Jayanthi, who also a little crazy like me. Poor she. Just because she happen to be my best friend tolerated me a lot but yeah we do shared a great wavelength.

Then in village, I was living in a hut actually. There was a small hill(well u cud actually call it a rock) and whenever it drizzles, I will be there. With my favorite Bharathiyar poem book I just walk and sit on the top of the rock and hoping that I shouldnt be disturbed. But it would not last more than 10 minutes The place would fill with school kids.
They would keep asking me to teach them to sing(?????!!!!!! ha ha poor kids) dance and how many games to play. It was a great life. But it couldnt last long because ooppssss...I became very busy with work!!!

Okay..dragging me back to present.

Wow it Rained....

Just as the drops of rain sprinkled on me..
Thoughts of you tinkled me.

Just when the cool breeze waved thru my ear...
I hope thoughts of mine you could hear.

Just when the lightening spread a light of happiness
Your presence fills my day with brightness.

Rain may vanish, Rain may go away
But you would remain close to my heart always.
(Note => Not a stolen stuff!!!)

Moral

I was rushing home from office, since I got a call from home that my daughter was not well. Leaving her and going to office is a every day trauma, but especially when she is not well then how could you put it in words the ache you feel in your heart.

Well coming back to the original story, it was when I was rushing home in cab, I noticed something that was very disturbing. My cab stopped in a signal and I was obsevring a old man walking very slowly and tired. He suddenly held his stomach and sat down in the pavement. Its near the signal. What if he slips and fell down on the road. I was worried. I saw some students walking past him, some people chatting and crossing him but none bothered to look.
All this took place in few seconds and I had no choice but to get down from the cab. I got down and went to him.

And when I asked him what happenned and if he need any medical help, poor he, he couldnt understand my language and I couldnt understand his chinese language. Thankfully I saw a girl coming next and asked her to talk to him. She shrugged and said looks like he is hungry. The food court was very near by so I kind of accompained him and dropped him in a food court and gave him some money and I rushed back home.

I dont think I have done a right thing. What I did could have solved his problem for that time but later. May be I should have left him in a old age home or something But I had to rush to see my daughter. My selfishness comes first. But what was more strange was there are people walking past him , students walked past him none bothered to even ask or wait to check on him.

What is happening to Humanity...

In the village I stayed when I was working for a bank, it was like I dont know how to put it in poetic words..

Its like people rushing to fan a flower with dew drops thinking that the flower is sweating..Humanity was like that...

I know now the world is changed a lot more. We do not know if we are helping the right person or not. I had had bad experiences before trying to help some who turned out to be drunkards. But that doesnt stop us from being good. From being helpful.

When I was in school we had a class for moral instructions. Where the teacher would tell us stories on Panchatanthra and about morals about good character etc. In the end we will have exam on that, and the irony is that even if you neednt pass the exam it is okay.
See...Moral is optional then!!! But now there is no class in school for moral instruction. They could as well use it for some other training or to put more efforts on other subjects that would bring more marks and also galores to the school.

In the end I dont know if money would matter or status would matter or the big circle of so called friends and relatives or the big house and a car that matters..

Like there is a saying..Its not how many moments you breath but what matters are the moments that took your breath away.

Just living doesnt matter, Living a life of honesty and sincerity and spreading kindess is what matters.

'What do we live for if not to make life less difficult for each other?'

Abhiyum Naanum (Abhi and Me)

Some stories are meant to be poems and some poems are meant to be stories. When I was watching this movie, I just felt as though am reading a poem. So nicely and naturally taken projecting the Father's love for daughter. All fathers can easily relate to it and so are the daughters. And this movie, oh my god...I felt as though I was watching myself and kind of my story. Only difference is the dad in the moview was monetarily rich while my dad was rich in values and character.
My dad is the best. May be every son and daughter would say that. But as far as I have observed I still would proudly say my dad is the best. For him it is always his daughters and family comes first. I have never seen him doing anything for himself. He would do everything only for us. If it is a festival then only we would get dress and he wouldnt get. He was so protective of us and actually I kind of didnt understand it that time and used to fight with him for being so protective.
I think only after my marriage, I became very close to him. Till then, though I adore him we always used to fight a lot because of him being so protective of me and because of I being more independent. But one thing for sure me and my sister always had a trust on him that if he is near to us nothing can harm us.
There are so many things that would always be in my memory...But the blogs wont be enough to put them in...One of those memorable thing is...
Like the cycle race. I wanted a cycle of my own for long time. I know our family economy condition but still I badly needed one. From my sixth standard, it was like you get first rank you get a cycle. And I managed to get first rank but poor dad, he couldnt keep his promise. I was so angry with him at first that in my seventh standard I wantedly wrote my science paper so badly that I got only 35. (I gave a mild attack to my science teacher..that was a different story). It made him so worry and then he promised that he would buy a cycle for me no matter what if at all I get school first. And getting school first in a school where the strength was 250 per class my god was too tough. But somehow I made it. I literally came running to my house and was waiting for my dad. And he didnt turn up till it was 9:00 pm. Tired and upset I slept off. Around 10:00 he came home and woke me up to show me my new cycle. It was just a WOW moment. More than the cycle what I admired him then and even now is he got the cycle for me even without knowing the results. It was really a big thing for me. And then I made a small jewellery box for my cycle key (all in the night ha ha) and kept the keys inside and lied down hugging my keys. (actually i wanted to sleep hugging the cycle ;) And from then, every evening I would take the cycle and go to my dads office. and then we will have a race back home. I always used to beat him in the race and he always used to be so proud of it. But in the last race we had, I met with a big accident and thats it...From then he didnt allow me to touch the cycle and race tho dhoor ki bath..
I think its nice to have Father and Daughter ONLY moments...Actually its so playful, fun and what not. My mom is also so protective of us but she is so confident on my dad than she herself. So me and my sis had a lot of dad only moments.Be it riding a cycle, Or Playing shuttle, or having a race, or shopping with him and trying to divert him so that he forgets what mom said, walking with him..and very importantly playing in the beach...it was the most scariest and at the same time funniest thing and then the rides..be it Giant wheel or Bungee jumping..why fear when dad near!!! confidence.
We always used to argue for almost everything. Right from my studies to job and then to marriage, there always had been a fight. I desperately wanted to join Engineering but he wasnt sure so when I got a engineering seat outside chennai..we fought...then I joined B.Sc and then I got job in SBI which I dont wanted to join but he wanted me to take it up, Later I got in covanys which I want to join and he dont want me to join..Likewise so many times we had argued but I know all these arguments are all because he was so protective and caring of me.
And then my marriage...Thats what is the coincidence...its just the same as this movie. My hubby was telugu but my dad cant understand or speak Telugu. So intially he wasnt really happy about it. I never understood why should he feel so bad about language but later after marriage...he is now managing to understand and even speak some words in Telugu. He started understanding for my sake and now started trying to speak for his grand daughters sake..:)After marriage and after becoming a parent is when we realize the importance of our parents. Till the time whatever was taken for granted, till the time the comfort they provide us is lost, we never really understand the need and dependency of them.
Just the way I had lots and lots of fun with my dad, Just the way I feel so protected when He is near me...I want the same for my daughter. So many times I send my daughter with her dad, and I wont accompany them. I will just be far and watch. I just love to watch the bondage they develop and adore that.Even now when something goes wrong, or if i need a moral support I know I can depend on my dad. He will be there. Our relationship is not bound by honestly respect(I am not being rude) it is more of bound by Love , affection and Care.
I have seen my friends, who respect their parents and at times try to do things to please their parents and also are at times afraid of their parents. But am really the blessed where I never need to act in front of my parents for anything. If I am angry I can yell at them without any fear or worry if they will misunderstand me..Because I know they wont feel bad Because I know that they very well know much I love them. The place where we live can be called as a home or house depending on whether we live or exist there. And that very much depends on the family.
I am truly lucky to have a father who would do anything..just anything for my sake and my sisters sake. For him our happiness matters the most. And I just hope and pray that we bring all the happiness for him in all that we do.
So to end with..if you get a chance watch ABHIYUM NANUM..and if you get a chance dont wait to let your dad know that you love him..Just say it..NOW.
Btw..MY DAD IS BEST u c...:)