Boondon se baatein......

My day was as usual, packed to the brim and probably overflowing, with work, work and more work. Either the server has issues or my fix, eventually my work just has to get extended all the way till the last minute.

It was past afternoon when I finally sorted the infrastructure issues and I gave a whoop of joy when my code worked, it was almost 7.00pm then. I can’t even heed to my body’s hunger pleas when I’m working, Of course that has less to do with interest and more to do with frustration to get the damned task completed. Extraordinary events like Sachin’s double ODI ton do pep up interest and provide a great respite between my usual grueling hours and my code working was definitely something to celebrate. More than anything else, I hadn’t eaten anything post lunch and suddenly feeling ravenous. I managed to coax my team mate and good friend Nithin to accompany me to our in-campus Barista.

We sat in the relaxing ambience, spoke of the usual things around, downed an Apple pie, steaming hot chocolate and a Mocha Tease between us and were returning back to the ODC when we saw the huge crowd obstructing the passage way out. We managed to go a bit forward to see what was happening and to our enormous surprise, it was raining the proverbial cats and dogs!!

Maybe the heavens were applauding the Little Master’s latest exploit, or maybe the Gods took pity on the sudden heat wave post Shivarathri. Or maybe it was the angels of Kyocera weeping over San’s resignation and the fact that it was her last working day. Lol!!

Whatever it was, was the most beautiful thing I’d seen in a long long time. The fat rain drops glistening under the dazzling yellow glare of the sodium vapor light, pelting mercilessly down and the strong winds trying to blow them in all directions was amazing to watch from the shelter of our café.

Barely a minute passed and I was taken by this mad urge to dash out in the downpour. (Those who know me, know my eccentricities too, the “mad” adjective is deliberately for the others.. :P) I suddenly remembered someone saying that getting wet in the summer rains is bad for health or something to that extent. I held back for a few minutes and when the rain began to abate, I could not take it any longer. I dragged a reluctant Nithin out in the face of the torrent. The fat rain drops hit us hard and we were soggy within seconds. I closed my eyes and faced the heavens, braving the hard hitting water drops. I remembered a tacky Raj of RNBDJ saying – Taani partner, apni aankhen bandh karo aur baarish ki iss pehli boondon ko apne dil tak pahunchne do..

Truly a miracle..

No, it was more than that..

It was..

The first showers of the year!!!

???!!!

One best friend of mine got married and in the true sense, “moving on”!! Forget the girls, so many of my guy pals are getting married and they are all still 24-25 something. God, whats happening?? Why are people in such a hurry to settle down?? Is it some sort of an early bird offer – the first one getting the best deal??

Not that I’m excited and looking fwd to getting married now, but I can’t help wondering if I’m being left out in this craze, given that the whole procedure started quite early at my place. Is it something to do with plain looks?? Well I’ll rather avoid that question.

Nevertheless, some “change” is happening and I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with it. And I neither want to meet any of these guys from the list my mum’s short listed, nor meet any on my own. I just want to wake up and realize I’m still in that predictable world I can identify with, my family and friends being just the way I’ve always known them to be and all things in the way I can connect with. But it just isn’t meant to be, I guess. And for someone buried in “quarter life crisis”, its not going down well either. Sigh!!