At schools, I learned two poems simultaneously..
"Rain rain go away, little Johny wants to play ..."
and " ... ye re ye re pawsa, tula deto paisa"
As a kid I never observed the drastic difference between the two.
However, my grandmother never liked the English one.
"How can you ask the rain gods to go away ?" she used to wonder...
June and July are the months that you can associate to rainy season and a few other bad things. One of them is the end of summer vacation. Our preparation for the new class at the schools used to start with the 1st showers of rain. More often than not, our first day of the year was accompanied by rains.
A few years ago June and July were the months when our cricket season used to begin.
After getting through all the selection processes and practice sessions, we used to wait for this time of the year as anxiously as one can.
And to our dismay, we used to get greeted by the monsoon. Most of the matches used to get washed out. The others were reduced cos of bad ground conditions. A couple of times when I was set to make a good score, the overnight rains washed the match and I had to remain not out in my 30s and 40s.
Rains were the biggest enemy I had then.
I really wondered why people like the rains. What is so enchanting or romantic about it?
For so many years I found nothing likable about the rains. Ever thing seemed so gloomy.
Of course, then my favorite poem was " Rain Rain Go Away, We Cricketers Want To Play." I used to link this verses with the sports loving culture that the Western Countries have.
But today, I had a look at a completely different dimension of the rain. My car had a nice wash from the overnight rains. As I took on my road to office I saw many pedestrians and bikers taking shelter in under some tree ( the other days they are busy running helter-skelter and disturbing traffic). There was less traffic of course. Everything made my drive very smooth.
The commotion that I associate with these roads was not present today. This was the effect of the rains.
Yes, the rains were the same. But, I think the difference was that here, I was on my way to work and not on my way to the ground.
However, for the 1st time, I enjoyed the lines "ye re ye re pausa .. tula deto paisa"
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I had exactly the opposite feeling when monsoon came. I used to wonder as to why people hate rain.
Since most of the folks around me were farmers, rain used to be good. I used to see happy faces, and people planning to sow seed etc. Then, the temperature used to go down. Playing in mud was so much more fun than playing on dirt. I could show off my multicolored, automatically opening umbrella, which was the only one in the school. Finally, we used to make paper boats and compete with each other to see whose boat lasts the longest in the drain. So many fun things to do. The only thing I didn't like was, snakes coming out of their holes.
Here in US, I realized why people don't like rain. I don't need to worry about the paddy fields, and I cannot play Frisbee if it rains. My genes are programmed, such that, I feel good when Mom tells me over phone about rain in Orissa, but feel bad when it rains here. Quite a hypocrite I am.
hey..the one time i really messed up a almost romantic evening with clouds all around us!!
i guess u remember what i am talking about better than me..
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