Idyllic Thoughts

I am happy because I voted today. Those who have voted must know that it is an exhilarating experience, atleast, for me it is so. I feel some sense of satisfaction that I have done a duty and can rest now and watch others do theirs. Don't politicians feel that they too should do what is necessary for the land they are governing? Do they feel the sense of fulfilling when they do their duty? They should, in fact, feel more worthy because their duty to the land is more important and responsible. I want to speak to the netas and try to know what they feel when they do something good from which lakhs of people benefit. Do their hearts surge with pride? I am (may be you too) waiting to know. Isn't it a great feeling when someone felicitates you and awardes you not because you are a neta, but because you have done something productive?  Shall we vote those who work productively despite their party affiliations?

I was reading about life in prisons and the fear that lurked there, fear of guards, of fellow prisoners and even the fear of life after prison. A thought struck me. If there is no fear, just plain indifference, what would be the result? Not just in prison, but in life also. What would you feel if you don't feel the fear of anything, and especially death. Because, once you lose the fear of dying, you would lose fear towards most other things. Losing fear could only come from indifference, towards people and their actions. What would be the outcome if someone tries to punishes you and you just don't care. I guess that would be the last nail in the coffin of punishment because once they know that it doesn't matter to you whether they hurt you or not, then they would see no point in hurting you.

After what seemed to be months, I got the chance of getting wet in rain yesterday evening. It rained heavily with hail stones right at the time I started from office. It was heavenly. I was waiting every evening with eager looks at the sky and was rewarded yesterday. When everyone ran for shelter, I walked leisurely and got bemused looks from the shivering, sheltered men and women. At home, mom anticipated my soaked condition even before she opened the door. My luck with rain, however, ran out today, for, the sun has refused to make way for the clouds and is shining brightly making me want to push him from his place and bring the rain clouds in. Speaking of rain, I learnt the farmers were happy with the rain whereas the city-dwellers are a grumpy lot. It is funny to see that the very city people who lived in villages earlier and used to be happy when it rained, make a lot of fuss and grumble now when it rains

In bus, two thoughts came to me, both contradictory. One may sound silly. Anyway, I will tell you the silly one first. There are many cows sleeping on the roads where I walk to bus, chewing whatever they get their teeth on. But you should see their faces. They look like wise sages of the epic era, contemplating on the origin (or the end) of universe. I am happy as long as they are lying down. If they get up, I start shaking in my bones because till date, two buffaloes and one cow have chased me in separate incidents till they got tired. I am mortally afraid of cattle. After all, one can't know what makes them tick and when they start thinking, "Oh, here is a girl. Let me just toss her around and see." If only I could understand what they were thinking !  Yesterday I read that Stephen Hawking is ill and has been admitted to hospital. I really revered him. Not because he is a scientist, but because he is a human extraordinaire . I admire his mental strength and determinati

It rained after what seems to be a long time in Mysore. After the sticky heat, the cool morning seems to be a welcome change. I was reading a book as usual in bus to office. When I looked up, Jhansi Laxmibai Road looked beautiful. It was like riding through heaven. Felt sad when the road ended at Railway Station and had to get down at the next stop. And my joy at the fresh weather turned into a big disappointment when some strange stench hit me at K.R. Hospital stop. Until then I din't want to reach office. Then I just wanted to run. See how pollution mars the fresh mood.  Speaking of roads, well... have to go. Tell you about Mysore roads later.