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Its hardest to know…..!!

They often say a picture says more than a thousand words…and now here I hope that this would convey a little of something of what is on my mind… and I’m sure at some point in all our lives we would have come across.

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Ringing in autumn…

And it’s the month of October and here comes, Autumn.

“O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained

With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit

Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayest rest

And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,

And all the daughters of the year shall dance!

Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. – William Blake”

We all have our special seasons. Seasons that bring out the best in us. That gives us the happy feeling even on the sour, dry days. And no matter how maddening it may get, the smile doesn’t fade.

Autumn has always cast a hypnotic spell on me.

To me, it signals the changing times. It brings out the transition between the sunny summers and crisp winters. A time to mull over life and get philosophical. A time for reflections, surprises and self-realizations.

One of the best times to watch the changing hues of nature and what it teaches man about life and attitude.

Agreed, it marks the beginning of the cold, dreary wind-blown days…..

Yet take a minute to feel the wind, to watch the colors at play, to listen to the raindrops, to listen to the new sounds and the closing music before the silent music…

As said, “Bittersweet October.  The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.  ~Carol Bishop Hipps”

To take anything in the positive vein or “mis-sense”, it all depends on the way one looks at it.

Attitude.

It’s the attitude which underlines the demeanor and the outlook. And which gives rise to new chances and new realizations to self.

If the attitude is turned off from start, imagine what’s being missed in life.

The surprises, the moments, the memories and the lessons on the road.

And at times, second chances don’t come soon enough. So why miss them, as they come along ?

As for me, I know I’m in love with autumn…

And that’s my special season…What’s yours ?


End of the days of summer…

Last week had been one of downpours. It felts like the monsoons along with summer in tow, were bidding an adieu. Frankly speaking, it’s kind of hard to believe that summer is getting over. For me, it was a wet rainy summer towards the second half, though once a while the clear skies did have a say. Yet in spite of the unpredictability of the weather, I had a wonderful summer.

Summer.

Agreed, most of the time, it’s searing hot and very often, I wish that I could simply live in the pool. Yet, there is something about summer. May be it’s the time when nature is at it’s best, or it’s the time when work is side-lined and the holidays start, or maybe it’s because it’s just the right time of the year to sit back and enjoy the waves and nature in full glory. As Longfellow puts it across, the essence of summer as,

That beautiful season the Summer!
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light;
and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.”
–   Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Alas, it’s the end of summer days.

Somehow, I can never seem to know when summer is ending, until I certain signs (not as eerie as in “The Signs”!), like:

The Evening Walkers: Finally the evening is back to a pleasant swing. No longer hot and sweltering, evening walkers soon take up the pavement space. It would be a welcome change from the confines of the gym. For anyone who says, get up in the morning and go for a walk. That’s in the middle of summer. End of summer, to get up in the morning when the evening no longer tortures you, seriously?!

Invitation for the Summer Parties: Towards the end of August and beginning of September, does the mailbox suddenly feel full? Amidst the letters, bills and notices; (the latter two the most dreaded) lie some of the colorful invites I have seen this year. Aha, yes it’s the end-of-summer parties. The must-do rite of bidding an end to summer.

Rush hour: the restaurant and Café’s. Now when isn’t it ever rush hour out there? Factually speaking never, unless the Old Man Winter has decided to call in the troops. Yet, towards the end of summer days, the sidewalks suddenly seem full and café’s are booming. And restaurant reservations have to be made at least a day before. Guess summer evenings and the dinners have to end in style at the end of summer.

Picnics and beach madness. About the picnics, summer doesn’t end them (as I personally feel), though for the studying “lot”, (middle school, high school , college or university) and for those on vacations, yes it’s the end of them. Fall is nice, but not the same. As for the beaches, yes it’s the last days for the sunbathing, tanning, loafing around and not to miss out, the waves. No it’s not that the waves are saying goodbye, they are still there around, though it feels like an end of the days of fun and frolic.

Summer sales. Ah, no end of summer days, is complete without them. They signal that alright summer is ending soon, the sales have arrived. Whether it is the yard sales, sales of the summer-spring collections, sales at the local stores, the malls; it would be a sin not to even give them a passing look !! Besides, who would ever give up on discounted prices, the best deals, forgo the window shopping and walk away? Not me.

And so my indicators of end of summer have started blinking. Well here in the tropics, it’s really difficult to demarcate summer and fall; but hey the signs really help.

As once put across the web by anonymous, to quote:

Summer is like the ultimate one-night stand.. hot as hell, totally thrilling, and gone before you know it.

So here it is, goodbye summer. Hopefully, next year around it’ll be more of you and less of your nemesis, the rain.

Yet before I finish off, let me thank you summer.

Thank you for the sun sprinkled drives, hours of sunbathing, for the golden skies (whenever you could scare the dark clouds away), the waves, the lazy afternoons and the days of holidaying. And most of all, thanks for the memories.

 

The precious memories and moments of summer.

 


Last days of “Scrawling” ?! Not yet !!

Squinting and imagining the loops and lines. Going crazy within the four walls, while running through the possible permutation and combinations in my gray matter. Thank goodness I need to think of only 26 characters. Believe me, after repeated ‘shots’ of caffeine and theophylline, this is not the way I want to end my days, or nights for that matter. When ever do I have the choice of that?!! Loads of paperwork to do, referral notes to decipher and here I am, at 23 00 hours still stuck on the first sheet; started the crunching an hour ago. Omg!! Is it so difficult to just write?! Whatever happened to the days of ink and graphite !!

I still can recall my initial years in school, when I had to just write and write and write, with dotting my i’s and crossing my t’s!! Why do all this, because half my grades were cut off thanks to the ‘legibility’ of my answers on paper.  True, I used to rant and rave all the
time but today somehow my ‘scrawls’ can be read. Oh it does make a difference!! Think what if ‘quill’ was actually meant to be a ‘quilt’ or when ‘failure’ was actually supposed to be ‘falter’. Even worse, are the manuscripts and prescriptions!! Somehow along the way, we have forgotten how to write.  Forget the claims of having cent per cent literacy- it’s supposed to stand for ‘read’ and ‘write’!!! Who to blame- the technology era!! Well, I don’t think we are born with a finger stuck to the keyboard.

Agreed, it is too tiring to write down in the beautiful cursive writing, but who wants all that!! Just pen down the letters- small or caps, your choice!! We still need “ legible inscription notes” for invitations, thank you notes and letters. The solution, if there is ever one- is to simply think of the fact that the other person needs to read what is penned down. That will improve the scruffy and totally ill-mannered depiction of letters. Just think of the difficulty in reading some lettering, which looks way too similar like yours.

Well, that’s all that I can rant about now, have to get back to the ‘squinting’ before dawn breaks; else I am fired. Thank goodness, numbers don’t have this problem!!!


Is it another masquerade….

Reading through the history of various civilizations, some themes have not really changed. Most of society try to carve themselves behind a facade, so that the real scenario is kept hidden. For instance, in one of my college newsletter reports, I was told to ‘ temper down’ my article because it might offend the governing board of directors. Whatever, happened to the internationally given human right of freedom of expression ? The real facts have to be thrown out to the public.

Likewise, I guess in most situations, we are told to go for the most ideal approach. Realistically, to be ideal is more or less an Utopian concept !!! Come to think of it, look at today’s society- the ideal standard of living, the ideal work environment, the ideal diet to follow….all these “ideal” concepts curb what we really want to do.

Last night, I was feeling bored. the TV was the only alternative ( net was royally dysfunctional !!!!). The Phantom of the Opera was on. It had reached the ballroom scene, where Andre and Firmin are toasting to the Phantom..It was these lyrics that caught my ear.

” Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade.
Masquerade!
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade.
Masquerade!
Look around –
there’s another
mask behind you!

Flash of mauve.
Splash of puce.
Fool and king.
Ghoul and goose.
Green and black.
Queen and priest.
Trace of rouge.
Face of beast.
Faces.

Take your turn.
Take a ride.
On a merry – go – round
In an inhuman race…….” and the later lines of  Raoul/Chistine ” Who can name a face ? ”

Which is what brought me to the fact that ” Am I also the part of another masquerade scene ?!! ” Like all the hidden faces on parade, is that what the world is really all about?!!! I rather remain in utero then. What ever happened to the concept of ” being open”? True, there is a limit between ‘being open’ and ‘being reserved’ ; but that doesn’t grant you the fact to hide who you really are ?

Life seems like a masquerade party sometimes. Full of excitement and grandeur.Of enigma and all the gliterrati !! It spells out fun when in a party, but in real life..believe me, it’s not. Where people adorn their masks as a shield to their true self ? Who to trust ? Who to believe ? Who is who ? Who are you ? Another facade, another mask to hide behind !!! What role do you play – yourself or another mask ? All the show, all the splendor- purely artificial! Why appreciate somebody, when you don’t mean it ? Why put on an act of comfort and sympathy when deep down, you know that you don’t give a damn !!!

” Masquerading in..” some thing that you are not really yourself, should be kept to bare minimum, or rather in dire circumstances. Who can name a face ? No one. I rather be me, because I have only one life, and I want to end it by being the ‘real me’!!!

No one is immune to the fact that we tend to cover up the real ‘ourselves’. Echoing the words of  The Carpenters’ ‘ This Masquerade Lyrics’…

“Are we really happy with

This lonely game we play..”

It is indeed a lonely tune, to loose your relationships; because you were too busy hiding behind the mask !!! I don’t want to end up like the “Phantom”. I really want people to know the real me. and I am sure,  you do want the world to know ‘the real you’ and so does everybody else !!!