Sunday, 17 February 2013

Winter Rains?

 Margazhi [winter], is the most beautiful month in the Tamizh calendar! Lord Krishna says that he is the month of Margazhi from which one can imagine the beauty and sanctity of this month.

Here comes Margazhi, a Ms. Cool. Under her wet spell, the wind becomes frosty and the earth gets laced up with mists. The tinkling sounds of a temple bell lacerate through the silence of morning, rummage though the sky and wake up the Sun to hitchhike early to the earth to dispel the lingering darkness.

The courtyard of my house is mopped with cow dung and there blooms a variety of ‘Kolams’ [ground patterns made of rice flavor]. A figurine of Lord Ganesha, artistically made out from a clump of clay, is sitting like a king at the center of a peacock Kolam, sporting a shoe flower on His head. Wrapping up mufflers over their heads, a band of oldies [one of them has a Harmonium hung around his head by a strap] is passing through the dark streets, singing ‘Bhajans’. Sure, Margazhi, an auspicious month, is full of religious fervor and special poojas at temples.



 Suddenly, it starts raining… raining like elephants and lions as if the legendary Arjun strikes the earth with his ‘Varna panams’ [rain of arrows]. My grandma speaks in non-sequiturs. “Why, rain in Margazhi! Like people, Nature too goes awry. Kalikalam [kaliyuga]”. Grinning at granny nonchalantly, I look out of the window. The park across the street is in puddles. Meadows over there greet the rain with a flourish and drape themselves in sheets of water. Mango leaves, dancing in the rain, try to hold the rain water in their bosoms.

 The big, sturdy Tamarind tree at the entrance to the park looks  brighter than ever as the tree has now taken its long missed bathing.’ Do you want a cake of soap, dear Tamarind?’ I whisper. Crows come in troops. Using the Tamarind as a transit camp, they dry their soggy wings by brushing them against the rough surfaces of the tree’s branch. They, then, fly through the rain and descend on the front yard of my house in search of feeds. Rain water wash away all the magnificent Kolams, but not the clay-made Ganesha whose shoe flower, like an umbrella, still protects Him from the rains.

 It’s only drizzling now. Streets get deserted as people making them shut   in their homes and curl up in the beds. An indolent lot! The ‘Bhajan Band’, winding up their ‘operation-gods-awaking’, now takes refuge in the awning of a window. “It’s bad… this rain devil. It brings to naught all our activities,” snarls a group of laborers while striding towards their homes. I’m puzzled. ‘Why rain becomes such an anathema to people? When birds and other creatures greet rain and choke themselves in the water falling down from above, why the human beings frown even at a small drop of rain? Why we have such an ombrophobia not knowing the fact that one dies temporally if one has no heart for Nature’? I moan mawkishly.



 “Never mind the rain, buddies. Come out of your shelters. It starts raining again. Let us go, drench ourselves in the downpour and get rid of all our impurities, both physical and mental. Sure, the rain-goddess will give you a new vigor and happiness if you allow her to choke you with water. Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.” I shout at the empty streets and slammed doors. However, no one hears me out except the crows that still move around my house enjoying the down pour.

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36 comments:

  1. Getting drenched in the rain is an awesome feeling .For that one has to enjoy nature.

    your words really make me feel the Margazhi mornings, with widespread kolams, yellow flowers , bhajans...etc....

    We are in Maasi now, but you took us back to Margazhi.

    Awesome Marghazhi in your words,

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  2. Very nice post! Made a great read indeed!!

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  3. Such a poetic outpouring!!
    Lovely!!

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  4. The way you captured the mood! Beautiful.

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  5. Maargazhi is indeed a very awesome month in tamilnadu!

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  6. I would always like to get myself drenched in rain. My mom always like Margazhi when she would get up in the wee hours of the morning, shower herself on cold waters and go to the nearby temple. Every Margazhi bring old memories of mom who is no more. Thanks Raji ma'am.

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  7. Thanks aliasgarmukhtir for your comments.

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  8. wow you write so well , i am really enjoyed the way you described a natural phenomenon like rain in such a glories way ,,,grt post :)

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  9. " Let us go, drench ourselves in the downpour and get rid of all our impurities, both physical and mental. Sure, the rain-goddess will give you a new vigor and happiness if you allow her to choke you with water. "
    Rainteresting.

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  10. Very well written, typical old monk time :)

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  11. Fabulous write! The last para drenched me completely. I wonder why we get scared of rains as we grow up!

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  12. I could smell the fresh scent of water-soaked earth, the beauty of rain, the typical household scenes, the kolams, the greenery - such vivid, picturesque words..

    You transported me to a rainy, Tamizhnaat village :)

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  13. You write so well, Eashwar. It was like watching a movie...fantastic!
    And
    Congratulations!
    I have nominated your blog for the Leibster Blog Award.
    The rules of this award are at: http://panchalibolchi.blogspot.in/2013/02/thanks-for-leibster-award.html

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  14. My write about rain is the product of my own experience ... my emotional attachment with the pouring. Thanks saikat mbka for your comments and compliments.

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  15. I agree ... its an ideal time [smile] Thanks Jahid

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  16. Mixi, thanks; you rightly reflect the ambiance I've created in the post.

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  17. Thanks Panchali for nice comments. Thanks also for your nominating me for the Leibster Blog Award. That I get such nomination from a splendid writer make me excited. Feel honored.

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  18. Thanks Meenakshi ma'am for your beautiful comments. It's like coming from a horse mouth. God bless you.

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  19. Arumugam your idyllic description of the rain transported me right there as it were.I too love the rains --thanks for sending over the showers here!!!!!

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  20. Ha ha ha. Thanks Indu for your beautiful comments.

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  21. Beautiful post..you blended nature & mythology very well.

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  22. Wow! This is so beautiful and poetic, loved it. I love rains, whenever I get an opportunity, I love walking in the rains. :)

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  23. after reading this post i too want rain here in Delhi and than enjoy every drop of it. Your writing style is impressive.

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  24. Very few wants to get drenched in rain. You belong to my tribe. Thanks Akshay.

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  25. May you get a heavy downpour. Thanks cifar shayar for your comments and appreciation.

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  26. "Rain in Kaliyuga"granny is so funny :D :D

    I agree sir, people feel detested when soaked in rain. They feel their clothes have languished but who tells them it's their soul which is missing something so pure, something so ecstatic, something which can rejuvenate them.

    It's raining here too in Rajasthan and I soaked myself. I'm loving these Margazhi rains. :)

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  27. A man dies temporally if he has no heart for Nature. Thanks Surabhi.

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