CHASING THE MONSOON

Damn *%$#@#** i curse (sorry friends cant articulate these colourful expletives as i have a respectable fan following) as the lights go out yet again. Damn the rain. OK now that might sound contradictory a few days before as i was cursing the damn heat and the humidity,buts lets face it grumbling about the inconvenienvces in life is my second nature.



Finally , my sun scorched friends !!!! the monsoon has arrived in a spectacular deluge , a splendid acoustic and visual display of dancing water and punctuated by the terrifying sounds of thunder.The frogs all over have broken out into a rendition of their amphibian sonata's in their irritating baritones, and the lights flicker intermittently as i write my blog.The air is as sticky as the stale chewing gum under the chair and the air is so laden with humidity that you can almost wash your face in it.Yep folks the monsoon has finally arrived in orissa ,after eluding the eyes in the sky(read stupid indian met satellites) and all the prescient statements of the Met office.
What makes the whole situation amusing is that the monsoon always plays truant with the Met officials and they always end up with egg on their faces.

Better luck next time guys .....
I look outside and it fills my heart with eternal joy ....OK now thats too corny , all i see is winged ants overunning plants that look like the living daylights have been blown out of them after a heavy downpour.
But since i dont want to infuriate the rain gods ...let me weave a tapestry of colours as seen from the 5ft. by 5ft. window of my bedroom.
The sun scorched plants seem to have got a new lease of life as the nascent stems and leaves all reach out to savour the cold pristine water from the heavens. After a heavy downpour , the leaves are adorned with small winking diamonds perched precariously on their edges, a sight that would have made Vincent Van Gogh dance with joy.And the air is filled with the smell of damp earth that would be a delight to the olfactory senses of any monsoon lover.God himself takes up the easel to paint the dull drab brown earth with the rich hues of green(Take that Mr. Einstein ,didnt you once comment that "God doesnt play dice with the universe".Well seems like he has taken up a new hobby of painting).

OK enough of this poetic crap ...monsoon is my favorite season as it is a season of spicy ,steaming cullinary delights. Be it the oil drenched pakoras , the hot frothing coffee, the tongue burning mixtures or the warm salted cashew nuts , it is a reprieve to the hungry stomach after the hot summer (it was purely a liquid idet in the summer ).Not to forget the power cuts .....when you get to do nothing but simply laze around , deatch yourself from the monotony of books and watch in wonder the bugs throwing themselves into the candle flame.

I know that you would be thinking that food would be the sole criteria for picking monsoon as my favorite season , but i do love the season for its midas touch of life ....
So how was the blog guys ...was it enough to give keats a run for his money ....?