Sail them....

Making paper boats. ....folds after folds mom finished it to my ecstasy and allowed me to redo it through the folds.Newspapers reborn as boats.
We sent the boats to save ants in rain......many boarded successfully ..... most of them were smashed between our fingers......lucky ones put in to relief camps made of match boxes near the wall.....It was a class mate who suggested 'the pages from dictionary make better boats than newspaper' .Running in rain to save a sinking boat ....

The monsoon hit Kerala one month back and I'm stuck here in a desert (Errr..... not actually , the mercury rises a bit high sometimes and the rain seldom shows up, thats it )nearby....... but now all set to make new boats (news paper or dictionary ? confused) and sail them this weekend.

image courtesy:mcvegalt

Rain........................

It rained in Chennai last Friday , for the first time after my arrival. Thunder being the first outside noise to penetrate the walls of office , i realised its gonna rain . I was happy like a peacock.I don't know why rain makes me cheerful.Keeping an umbrella was the last thing to expect.I walked in the rain to my cab.I could see a biker sliding from the tiled path and felling off his bike. Then another ....But i felt it only as an action sequence in the newly released rain . I opened the window and drenched in rain till the driver became concerned about the seat cover. The roads were submerged in water. Power went off. The city seemed to be a scene from some horror movie when it lightened.

By the time i reached my room , rain was in its full swing. sparks came out of the electric sockets.I some how unplugged my friend's laptop. Darkness wrapped me around like a cloak of fear after every crack of lightening. I looked around to see the shadows of all the ghosts and demons i have ever heard of.Rain poured over my loneliness. I thought of the rain at home. Rain drops hitting green leaves , warning to sit on a wooden chair , cuddling sister , a hot black tea......even paper boats from a long back archive.I badly wanted to be at home at that moment. Next moment my phone blinked 'home calling' , I picked it up and told my father "I will be there next week".

A walk in the fields......................

Listen.....its huge rain drops tapping on the Teak leaves.Where do the ferns learned to dance with them?The whole washed Ixora stands humbly bend.Let us step out of home to the thrilling greenary of the field.Paddy is half immersed in water.You can't step through the narrow walk way which reminds of moors from some novels.
But try slowly walking on more firmer hummocks.You can explore a magical world full of lush vegetation and mirthy music!!!!!!! Its true,i have tried it many times.
The grass grown hummocks hide crickets,snails(usually with a heap of eggs laid),and a lot of unknown creatures.Snakes raise their head from water as if you are an alien(Hey,i'm living near by, the only thing is its after a long while i'm visiting your place!). By the next movement you make , they crwal under water.Grasses wear drops of crystal clear water on top.
Yup, its the bull frog here! They are the drummers of the evening Jugalbandi lead by crickets.I remember how i adored their concert while walking with my father when i was a child. The loud music penetrates your ear drum and you are lost in it.
take a look into the deep sedentary waters.Hey,this might be some animated movie set! Small fishes with bright spots on their head swimming among the high grown water plants. I have always waited for Ariel or some other mermaid to come into my sight...................



Who s that pecking my feet from behind? Oh my god, that leggy crab!!!!!Its nice to watch him moving but i swear not much nice to get in to his hold.These crabs are haunted by foxes at night( Foxes, the night riders,are the howling bad boys.U don't have to startle up from sleep ,just cuddle up the pillow).
Leave the crab and look at the sky.A fleet of Herons flying away.Ofcourse they can out shine any airforce fleet.Its their cousins(i suppose so) Egrets who meditate on one legg for hours.
The bomber Kingfishers scoop from the nearby trees. They are the always victorious people with their precision.
Wow, here comes my favourite of all.The Miss Universe of this land!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The gorgeous white breasted Waterhen. This beautiful marsh bird have such a rhythmic walk that you stare breathless .Its the cocked-up tail movement that shows the bright rusty red underneath.But be careful not to shout of excitement, she is a shy girl.Her big appeal comes with the Kwaak-kwaak(once i read somewhere that there was a contradiction about what they are yelling.Is it Kwaak-kwaak or Gwaak-gwaak.This story is used to laugh at the useless of all the quarrels).Ok..she tells its gonna be the night fall.Lets go back home now.It may rain anytime and the foxes show up..................