monsoon musings...

Am back! Yeah back again. I wanted to make a series on the monsoon. Yes. monsoon in Kerala. With pictures. Thats where the rub is...

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It wasn't raining when I woke up. There was a queer silence around. I strolled outside... Yes it had rained yesterday for sure. But I cant hear the toads anywhere.. Where have they all gone? Perhaps they've already found their mates. And don't want to be disturbed on a rainy morning, from their sleeps, from the cozy comfort of having their loved one near.. Toads!!

So here's one to start off...

***** click on the pictures to enlarge*****


The 'chembila' as it is called. Used to double up as umbrellas for school-children caught unawares by a sudden drizzle without warning. That would make a great shot, if I could get one.



This is the June- 2nd week moss. Very adolescent. Very soon, this guy will start sprouting little shoots red and green in color with little bulb-like thingy's in the tip. We used to play duals with those. The red one was feared all over. The big dark green one, with a red tip used to be nasty. But there used to be days when a lean mean simpleton green would steal the day, and make a fortune for someone! That was another age!

Here's another version of the moss!



It was amazing, to see life taking every opportunity to flourish, every little inch of space being taken. The sole objective of life is, to exist. To come into being. It will find the ways and means in the most unlikeliest of circumstances..

The whole place had become green so soon, with shrubs and weeds and all sorts of little insects.. I took a step and suddenly a swarm of mosquitoes rose, attacking me all over. I spotted this -->


..and wondered...The thing(vazhakkoombu) must have fallen before the weed grew over it. And it couldn't have been here for more than a night, it looked somewhat fresh. So the weed grew within a few hours time. Things are happening pretty fast over here. Monsoon is like big-city-madness in these parts. Suddenly the vision of a buzzliing starwars city came to my mind, mosquitoes being the airborne pods zooming past and all sorts of activities happening in the ground below..The murky world of bacteria and other malicious creatures..whoa!


Am sure you all have seen this somewhere, at least in a dream. (To the male readers only) A beautiful girl, after taking bath... water droplets scattered on her face... and a couple of strands of wet hair sticking together, and fallen over her eyes. Suddenly takes you to somewhere doesn't it??



And then the sun began peeking out from behind the clouds, and the droplets shone like luminous crystals. Time for me to go. One more and I am off for today.





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