A Ritual…

I’m a few days late from my schedule. Ideally I should have posted something new on my blog right in the starting of the month…but it’s past a week since I’ve written anything in this rainy month of June!

Actually, the case is a little different than what it appears to be. And I’d given a nugatory attempt at coming up with a post few days back…so much so that I’d even started scribbling on my WordPad. But thanks to the fascinating world of “.Net and C#”, which has now swept me off my feet and I’ve virtually fallen in love with it. The dictums of my PL are just getting me closer to it. But since he’s not around today, I feel forsaken as I can’t find an “interface” between me and my new found love. So I’m just trying to find some solace in my first love…“writing”.

Getting back to the point…in the vain attempt of posting something on my blog, I wanted to speak about the aftermath of one day’s cyclonic rain in Pune. I wanted to elaborate on how it affected the city and how it had left me muddled. Well, as far as the city’s state is concerned, most of you can very well imagine that. Maybe I can tell you something about my experience on that day. On that fateful day, my flat-mates and I left for our offices in the morning (when the sun was shining bright). We had not thought in the wildest of our dreams that a simple offence such as “leaving the windows open” will cost us sweeping and mopping the floor till midnight. Not only this, all our beds, pillows, blankets were dripping by the time we were home. To worsen the things, there was a power failure for quite some time, in which we had to do most of the repair. Thanks to my far sightedness for keeping some candles in store. Doing the chores in the candle night was an awful task. And after that I hate the idea of doing anything in the candle light (even those candle light dinners!!). One of my roomies got this brilliant idea of getting high and forgetting about this whole episode. But we decided to wait till our place gets lighted up again by some tube lights and bulbs. No one was willing to fight against the insects (I mean mosquitoes) in that dingy candle light. With the electricity, freshness came back to us. Finally, we all raised a toast and celebrated that night of disaster…“tabaahi ki raaat”. Sounds silly, but it actually got our nerves down. And just for the record, the downpour was measured to be a whopping 39.2mm in flat 3 hours (most of its target being our flat)!

Well, just now I came back after attending a session on meditation, in the office itself. Thanks to the HR for being thoughtful enough to get the employees some extra hour of sleep (read official sleep, though it can be a little uncomfortable on the chair). It was conducted in an auditorium and we were asked to meditate for about 30 minutes. We had all closed our eyes and were trying to “observe our breaths”. I was trying too hard to do that…but it wasn’t making much sense to me. In frustration, I gave up trying in vain and decided to catch some forty winks. But I did not like this idea of the organizer, to constantly remind us of what to do. As in, his same instructions were reverberating in the silent auditorium, again and again. I chuckled, thinking if that was disturbing me in my sleep then how the people can even think to meditate!!

This time I really don’t know how I will conclude this post. It may look a little abrupt to simply sign off. But I think that’s the best way to end it than to bore you guys with some other vacuous thoughts of mine.