Visibility…Less than 50 mtrs…

December Delhi Winter it was…that’s the only clarity I have of that day…

Papa was driving quietly, trying to find our way to Terminal 1D, while I’s answering mummy’s repeated calls to drive safe in those unprecedented dense fogs which break some 70 years record every year…we couldn’t see our own bonnet…There was no time to scold me for not taking into consideration Delhi fogs while booking the tickets…because, for one, I’s leaving and more importantly, Papa had to devout all his attention to drive safely…In spite of my Dad being famous for his knowledge of every patch of Delhi, we lost our way twice… Cursing the famous on-time-service of Indigo, we reached just in time and I hurriedly waved goodbyes to Papa n Bhai…Dunno how, they still announced, with visibility less than 50 mtrs, the 8:55 flight was on time...

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Lazy Sunday this is…I try to look all around me…all settled, cleaned and on place…then I tried to look back…eh, so boring…n I’ve done this a million times…so I thought of looking ahead of time…WHAT! Afraid of going mad with inactivity, I just picked some old magazines n began to read...

In crux, it was nothing but a jumble of petulant politicians stating confused statements to defy random corruption charges of some multi millions…Some pictures in bright glossy close up…Mr Chidambaram’s picture occupying the TODAY part of India Today, in deep thoughts…Same magazine’s March cover showing drift between Mr Chidambaram and Mr Pranab Mukherjee…Manmohan Singh Ji’s grave manner, trying to give an unconvincing clean chit to himself, pictures depicting high coalition drama, former former former telecom secretary, governors and other experts statements…subtle uncertainties…And then state news…Illegal Iron ore loot in Goa, series of communal riots in Rajasthan, NC loosing it completely in Kashmir and Telangana statehood demands...Moving on to next section…The opposition…where some hope of actual leadership was rekindling post Sadbhavana Sabha, torn again between inflated egos of mighty egoistic potential leaders who can’t see each other eye to eye…One not attending others rallies n inauguration parties…lost again in in-house battles…hybrids of hubris…bête noire zzz… Sigh!!!

I closed my eyes and again the same stupid thought of looking ahead started wandering all around me…not just related to my own boredom, it was less selfish this time…

With closed eyes, I dreamt that Delhi is engrossed into most dense fogs of the millennium…uncertainty, confusion everywhere…Autocrats running around, confused, on Delhi roads, streets they’ve known all their lives, making a mockery of democracy…Rest of the world moving ahead with their on-time-service…and all of us, whole country…running breathlessly to catch up…Where? Which way? We are losing the sense of direction…Visibility is less than 50 mtrs… 

Summoned up…

Times when it becomes kinda obligatory for you to think that thoughtlessness is bliss and all those who’ve always been telling you smooth-roads-never-make-good-drivers are all fools… And then these rains, which fall outta heavens so straight and swift, directly on your head while you are thinking of a careless cup of hot coffee mixed with some cure of the sneezing cold...

So, the RAINS play some linkin park music on your head, wet your hair in dead cold and immediately reach those wayward nerves in your brain responsible for some weird neural activity which defies the soothing effect of normalized-day-to-day LIFE...act as catalyst to your already strained up mind… and then with those falling drops of greasy slimy age, you think you can feel the wetness of question marks all around you...drenching your very soul...

But then…in midst of all the confusion, the LOGICAL YOU rises up for all the answers and you begin to realize the complementary stuff rains bring with them… you suddenly start relishing the winds...mighty winds...That can blow away the rain clouds in whatever direction they fancy…mighty winds...that can twist and roll the direction of rains…super mighty winds, that can ultimately make you feel better about your wet hair, sweeping them nicely across…

You feel the breeze and drive faster and realize... the faster you go, more swiftly you pass and prevail the hateful traffic jam of neural traumatizations in midst of unhealthy rains…and faster you drive, the more you realize its making you learn driving better… and self control with increased proficiency……now you know there may come rains, however stormy, turbulent and seemingly unsettleable …nothing to worry, you’ve learned to drive safe and chances of a slip are odd... you finally start enjoying the music of the wind rather than the crashes of the lightening and the thunderstorm...

And then, you leave aside all the anxiety and drive faster to reach the balcony breeze, while you sit there all dry, with hot coffee and the blissful peace...warming your soul off the odd effects of rains…