Today is supposedly Holi or so i believe, today is the festival of color , and all of a sudden the importance of context dawns on me. We live life in contexts and suddenly for me the context of family seems so important. I sit here on this festival doing absolutely nothing , going to work and achieving nothing there. However if i was at home, would it really have been that different , probably not, i would have sat at home and achieved nothing too, but the context of family, of home would have made it so different so much more festive. Or the compilation of friends all set to color me and me to color them , yet now there presence is negligible , and the fun all gone from the Festival.
Off late I seem to have gotten confused. I guess I'm in a transition phase from a non visionary to someone with a vision, what will dawn out of it I still haven't got a clue , but then that s what this transition , this discomfort is all about. It seems to be bursting out at the seams, and all i can do is dig in deeper. Well cant really say that I have actively participated in this search , In fact most of the times iv tried running away from it , in alcohol, in merriment and on the net. The final answer dissatisfaction and restlessness. It feels like something is going to happen if it will I'm happy to embrace it , or hopefully there finally would be peace. All I know is that the escape too is becoming unbearable.
It rained in Hyderabad today, a pleasant evening with clouds in the sky and the temperatures falling from their scorching skies, beautiful rain , of fresh water , the smell of wet soil , the breeze laden with drops, ah beautiful mother nature, ahhh fertility. It was cool like due like a mid summers dream. I went out in it got wet, happy holi guys , there were these kids innocent looking out of the hospital window , poking their little hands out to touch the rain and i was in it , I waved at them it brought them pleasure , and it made me happy too. A new beginning a fresh context the beautiful rain .
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