The ordinary train journey

Working 12 hours a day in the laboratory for the past 7 days to finish off some pending work of Zircon processing I head home for a day before again field work follows. I sit in Black Diamond Ex.in the middle seat sandwiched between two fellow passengers. Utterly bored listening to my playlist repeatedly I turn to writing to pass the time.
When I was young I would listen to the radio, when it played my favourite tune I would smile. It seems so far ago now. Those times were simpler and while listening to the songs now I feel happy turning back the clock would be so great. But alas stuck in this train I can't go back nor forth.
Reaching my destination would take another hour and till then I would try to paint the picture of my journey in this ordinary train of the extraordinary railways of this country.
The woman sitting next to me seems to be of a dominating stature. One who loves to rule the roost and everything ready at her beck and call. She is dressed in a conservative fashion in saree  and the hair done in a bun adding to her domineering personality. She seems organised and confident but is arrogant in the way she talks and glances at the fellow passengers. The man next to me is dozing off on my shoulder while I try to nudge and keep him awake. Opposite to me the seats are occupied by a newly wed couple. Mostly keeping to themselves and talking infrequently. Next to the couple is an elderly man well into his sixties with grey hair and rectangular spectacles in formal attire. The old man is with his colleagues probably from work who embarked the train at the same station and are about to get off the train. Ahhh! My destination still an hour to go.
The lady in white saree chews on 'jhal muri' and keeps typing on her iphone while the others gaze on aimlessly, bored I guess.
The couple gets ready to get off as the pretty wife signals her quiet husband to get the luggage from the luggage stand.  What a relief with their departure I occupy the window seat. After having a hearty cup of tea and a couple of samosa I feel refreshed.
Time passes so quickly. We rarely give value to the present moment we are in. Opening our senses to the surroundings and concentrating on the present might bring the best out of us and more importantly keep us much more happier than usual. Life is like a un unplanned train journey. We should watch out and be on the look out. You might never know when your station might come! Live the present as now is the best time.
Adios! I have reached and would be catching a cab.

Rain, tea and pakora

What a relief! The rains have finally arrived and quenched the thirsty lands of eastern India.
The frogs and toads have come out of their burrows to welcome the rain. The perched river bed breathes a sigh of relief as water again flows through its veins.

Tea and Pakora

The relationship between tea, pakora and rain is an old one for most Indian household. Having hot crispy pakoras of onions, potato or brinjal with a cup of tea and the rain pouring outside is just pure bliss. Firstly, its a great relief from the sweltering heat wave that comes to a stop for the time being. The connection though between pakoras and rain is kind of inexplicable. The amazing sensation of crunching on a plateful of pakoras and sipping tea cannot be expressed but just experienced. 

The sense of happiness as the rain comes to greet our tropical lands is something that we might have inherited long time back from our ancestors as they too might have felt the same sense of joy when the rains arrived.

Sitting by the window of my room and watching the rains pour down is something I have enjoyed since childhood. The pakoras and tea used to be ready and Maa used to serve them at home. Here, though far from home, I had a similar feeling of happiness while eating the pakora and tea while watching the rain and lightning-thunder show which was presented by Mother nature.
In a flash, I was a boy of eight again sitting by my window and watching the eucalyptus tree dancing in the rains at my hometown.

Watching the rains from the windows- bliss

The lazy life

"Wake up, wake up it's a brand new day"- that's my alarm ringtone that blares at full  volume every morning at 8am. It is just so  depressing to hear this. End of sleep, go to work that's what the brain keeps shouting. Me on the other hand feel like staying on bed for another good fifteen minutes. But eventually I wake up to go to work. Somedays, I just dont wake up and am late. I feel anxious at first as to what the boss is going to say if I'm 1 hour late but trust me the lazy weekdays are the best. Makes you come alive and feel more optimistic.
Let me come to the main point here. Simply put in words is that I just love to sleep. There's no better thing than taking a good old nap. No worries no tension, just lay back and doze off. I think people who can sleep a lot are more happy than who sleep less. I can sleep whenever I want- be it day, night, afternoon.
Life has so many facets and dimension and what do we keep doing? Keep running to work and keep jamming our heads with profits and losses. Take a seat! Relax! Have a few days off and live the lazy life. There's no better way to unwind.
I dream of having a house in the hills with nothing to do but write and watch nature, listen to classical music and oh yes take naps. Live the lazy life. It's important in today's world. Give some time for the world to heal itself and stop that damn car engine.
The lazy life beckons me.
Goodbye folks. Signing off to take a nice nap.
Happy napping!