Rain, physics,failures

Its awesome mausam here in Hyderabad (sorry to have started off this post with one of the most clichéd status messages on a Kgpian’s gtalk list—but, really who cares anyways? Its not as if the whole of Kgp is waiting to read my blog!!)Plus, those were the exact words that came to my mind as I woke up after the sweet afternoon nap , woke up to the monotonous yet so melodious beating of the rain against the window panes.

I get off my bed and make my way towards the verandah. My sister looks at me “relief after all, bro”. My nephew and niece are in the verandah, playing with those tiny droplets that reflect off the railing onto their faces. They don’t notice the sun in the horizon- the mighty, powerful sun struggling to make its presence felt among the dark, noisy clouds. I stand still there for a few moments to enjoy the breeze until the sun gets totally engulfed and the clouds get even noisier.

I check out facebook (yeah, bad habit I know...)- everybody in the city has the same thing to be said- “relief “, “awsum mausum “, “rain FINALLY”, “thank you god “- the variations are numerous, the thoughts the same.With a smile on my lips , I move outside and my eyes fall onto the little slum a little away from my house- the slum where construction workers live, those workers who lay the foundation of the huge buildings where thousands of people shall flock to earn their daily bread. The winds have blown away some of the tin roofs from their houses, some parts of their slum are flooded, people are running like mad dogs here and there making a desperate attempt to remove the water using all the pots and pans they have. The people are in a state of panic. Theres no happiness here, no relief, theres nothing awsome about what they feel right now and they are certainly not thanking god. WHY? Why is it that when everyone else is being made happy- these people, for some reason, are being punished? I try desperately to get an answer out of my head and an old Bengali adage suddenly comes to mind “karor poush mash karor shorbonash “translated into English as “somebody’s gain somebody’s pain”

So...this it then...its nature’s law of balance that makes some people suffer while others enjoy themselves, pain and gain go together, summer must be followed by winter,leaves must fall of after months of greenery. But does this law always hold true? The recent BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico is causing immense environmental damage, BP’s share prices are falling, US govt is under tremendous pressure to take actions—but smiles all the way for BPs competitors; there is even talk of an imminent takeover. India’s pathetic condition in the tri-series – best times ever for Zimbabwe, the biggest confidence booster they could have received. Nano leaves West Bengal, good times for Gujarat- everything you see and analyze, everywhere you find this holds true. And I think of all my failures- the interviews I didn’t clear, the competitions I desperately tried to win but lost- everytime somebody else had succeeded, somebody else had been happy. So, should I be happy for them? After all if the balance law holds true, the tides will have to turn one day, I will be successful too, just like before.Yeah, that’s it, that’s exactly it. Somehow these ten minutes of random thinking, this rain, the slum, the unexpected appearance in my mind of physics’ most basic laws- somehow they give me the necessary confidence I have felt lacking for quite some time now.

Too random and meaningless you say. Well, the blog is “Random thoughts” and the meaning...well most meanings are hidden, don’t you think?