Missing the mazha....................

Last Wednesday,I was out going to get something in time when I ended being in the middle of a downpour in a parking lot searching my car as if it was parked by somebody else!

It made me ramble through the parking lot for about ten minutes which made me literally wet.

Got into the car,started home,thoughts went wild again.............................

It went to the school days when Kuda(umbrella) was a luxury or rather a costly entity.I have made a remarkable record between my siblings that the easiest way to survive at home was to get wet than taking an umbrella with me,because I have credited to losing 3-4 umbrellas during my schooling.

We have to walk for about 10-15 minutes from our home to reach the road and then get into a transit bus to reach school or college.If it rains in the morning,before going to school,we may be having an umbrella which will be under the control of my brother who is considered more responsible and serious than I losing it.If it is in the evening,the usual practice is to get wet which was fun.

But what I enjoyed more than getting wet is,sleeping by hearing the rain drops trickling down through the trees.We have a big tamarind tree next to my bedroom and lying on the bed hearing the music of rain is a passion more than words.Another memorable event is hearing the rain coming from a distance which cannot be experienced in words.Those who have experienced it can sense the feel of it.

Even now when it rains,the activity which I love to do is to be on the bed hearing the "song of rain".

Monsoon is another boon for us.Till about 1996,we have to draw water from the well and during monsoon the water levels come to the top that drawing water is just one third the effort than it was during Summer.

But now,even if we have the machinery,I love to draw the water I need to have for shower when I go there.The reason being,the water just fresh and it is naturally chilled.

I enjoyed being home this year during the June even though it did not start to rain heavy,but I missed sleeping in my favorite bed room hearing the sound of water trickling through the tamarind tree...........................

Christians in Orissa,Muslims in Assam

Reading through the recent news paper hot news,there was a lot going on with the violent crimes that were poured on the minority Christians by the tribal people in those rural districts of Orissa.

Nobody sees what these Christian missionaries have done for the population of the State.Orissa was a very backward state in terms of education and literacy.None of the politicians or the religious extremist groups can deny the contributions done by the Christian missionaries in the rural districts of the State.Education,basic amenities like housing and drinking water,spiritual needs,medical care,rehabilitation were all taken care by the missionaries mostly from the southern states of India.

The same thing is also going on in Assam.The minority Muslims are being evacuated from some of the villages where they have been dwelling for many years.

Who is behind all these?What are the motives behind these cruel actions.A small group of bureaucrats who has infinite greed and indigenous instincts are behind all these.You all should understand one thing.The earth has place for all the living organism to dwell peacefully.Nobody has the authority to kill or eradicate anybody.The only responsibility of each of us is to live in harmony.

My thoughts are with the families of all those committed missionaries and followers who have lost their valuable life during this unforgivable incident.May Lord give the citizens of the State the thought of peace,harmony and co-existence so that it is a happy place on the earth to live.