Sunday, June 10, 2012

Rain In The City

It’s literally very hard not to write about rains right now. Monsoons have finally hit Mumbai and after an almost simultaneous monotony of the usual “love struck with the weather” status updates on all social networks, I finally have appreciated the so called Pee-Of-God.

The finally is there because of a very troubled relation I share with the torrential rains of Mumbai. Over the years, I have always hated them; owing to the fact that they have on more than one occasion, ruined my birthday and the ruckus, mess and slosh made by them have basically disgusted me like forever. But, somehow over the years, I realised the true beauty of Mumbai rains have simply come to love them. As I sit by my window, lapping up the cool wind accompanying the bursts of rainfall, I sure have to tell you something.

Last year, in August, I was one of those new 11thgraders who were breaking ground with the newly added transportation in their lives: the local trains. One eventful afternoon, the rain gods broke free and made merry as people ran to save inches of their skin from the ruthless onslaught. None the less, I too jumped onto a train heading towards Kandivali, desperately waiting for the warm confines of my home. However, due to a crowd, which to a non-Mumbaikar, is simply unimaginable, I was pressed between a fat Punjabi Kid who was pulling on a jacket two sizes too small and a old, wheezing uncle, who kept coughing, almost in rhythm with the thunder. On top of this, I stood right at the door, clinging onto the rods inside the compartment, more for balance then safety. It was then, when I gazed out into the sky, did I see scene which is very rarely seen. Rain drops splashing across a lush green field, plastering everything and anything. It was no realization nor was a long struggle to evasiveness. A simple waking up to appreciate the beauty of monsoons was what made me mad for this season.

Somewhere, deep down or shimmering on the surface, all of us love the monsoons. An escape from the scorching summer, the messy football, the lovely walks along Marine Drive in a moderate rainfall, we each have our own reasons. But the best news of all is that finally, it’s Rain In The City.
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Wednesday, June 6, 2012

It's Okay To Be Confused

NOTE: This Article Was Posted On Legally India(http://www.legallyindia.com/Blogs/Entry/its-okay-to-be-confused) and CLATGyan(http://www.clatgyan.com/the-window/confused/) too
A conversation today with my friend has inspired this post. As a just-entered-12th grade student, I am currently going through the same barrage of questions and comments which I guess every CLAT student or for that matter, any person whose career choice is anything other than engineering or medical face. “Kya?Arrey tum toh itne acche student ho!Law-shaw mein kahan time barbad kar rahe ho?”  Unfortunately, that’s not the end of it as I committed the great Indian sin of being confused and choosing a career which was simply just not me. Another acidic (in an almost lethal tone) comment that I get often is “Engineering chod ke law?Sandhya(My Mother) aapne bete ko galat raaston pe mat jaane de.Pooja path karva”. Luckily, my parents and I are past this nonsense and have come to term with my decision but I realised that there are many others who are stuck in a similar quandary.

I had been a pretty good student up to my tenth grade(I still am though). With a nearly 94% score, I was told I could do anything I want to but of course with the Indian customary “Arts toh beta ladkiyan karti hain”.  With a calm mind, I naively chose engineering, with the sole goal in mind that it utilises my talent (also engineering was my choice of profession from childhood). But in just a few months, I discovered that it simply was not my cup of tea. I couldn’t even give a rat’s fart about angular momentum and Newton had unceremoniously joined my “Shoot at Sight” list. When I broke this news to my parents, there was a huge hue and cry with melodrama. Not that I did not put in last ditch efforts (Waking up at 3.30 to study, or sleeping at 3.30 to study late into the night). As Roadies call it, I literally gave it an “Everything or Nothing” effort. Still, I only saw a bottomless abyss. It was time I gave it a thought.

I won’t delve as to how I decided on Law but it suffices to say that now when I think of it, all that comes to mind is that “Why didn’t I do this from the beginning?”. Life’s not perfect, but is good enough.
Coming to the muddah at hand, it’s imperative for all of us to realise that being confused is not a crime and it definitely ain’t any sin (although people treat it to be so). In fact, it kind of is for the “greater good”. Imagine if you would have continued with something you despised and realised that way too late? The repercussions would have been beyond repair. Something which the army refers to as “collateral damage”.  

In the end (or for the confused lot, in the beginning,) I just say “Live Long and Prosper because it’s Okay To Be Confused”
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