Something happens to me when it rains...

and its this inexplicable feeling of being happy and content. it's almost like the rain can wash away any problem, and everything that got me feeling down in the morning is gone because it rained in the night. 

and its the perfect time to cuddle up with a steaming cup of soup and your guitar, or a copy of pride and prejudice, or maybe watch my fair lady for the thirty millionth time. :)

i love the rain. and the way it feels. all wet and wonderful and cleansing.

i love the way it smells of new earth, and makes me think of happy farmers. 

i love the way it looks, like sheets of molten glass (does that exist?). and i think im getting poetic beyond necessity here. but most importantly, i LOVE the way it sounds. makes me want to write an epic, or compose a song for it. but here i am, in my own dysfunctional way, blogging about it instead.

I love you, rain. and you always make me happy. here i was thinking people said that about the sun. :) 

If animals could talk, they'd have a lot to say

This blog post was inspired by watching brother bear for the ten millionth time. 

For everyone who's read the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, talking animals arent that big a deal. we all know that we're far from the smartest animals on the face of the earth. dolphins and lab rats beat us. But just imagine if you were a bunny, or a snail, or a crocodile.

I've always loved the idea of animals talking. i've always been pretty sure in my head, that the moment we walk out of a room, all the lizards and grasshoppers, and cockroaches and mosquitoes gossip furiously about everything we did or said or anything. Why do you think devices to spy on people are called bugs, hunh?

and especially if youre Indian, the whole talking animals thing is self evident. many of our gods (hanuman, ganesha) were wise, benevolent talking animals. Egypt, for examples with its crocodile headed god, Sobek, cow headed goddess Hathor, and the main god, who happens to be a falcon, Horus. In Mexico too, they worship Quetza'lcoetl, who is a feathered serpent.

If animals could talk, they'd probably tell you how sucky the world is i guess. Do animals understand beauty i wonder? or magic? do they feel happy?

Why is Walt Disney the only person to give this thought? 

I love animals. Which is why this post is about them. because the next time you see a dog looking lonely, maybe you should give it a biscuit. the next time you see a puppy near the side of the road, you should call SPCA. 

oh and if you want to do something when youre on the computer, how bout this?

join this community, http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2220336885&ref=mf

or go to this site http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=3

five minutes is all it takes, you guys.

for all you know, they think like you and talk like you and probably have friends and family like yours.

for all you know, theyre blogging away on their little comp screens as well. :)

do your bit, everyone, cos animals are people too! 

(P.S the SPCA number for bangalore is 25540205)

What a wonderful world!

What is it with me and naming blog posts after songs? 

but seriously, this post is dedicated to being grateful for everything that's worth the effort.

I've wanted to go to egypt for as long as i can remember. And i know people say that, the whole as long as i can remember thing, for pretty much anything that goes, but honestly. I have wanted to go there since i knew a place called egypt existed. And it didnt really strike me that i was there till i saw the pyramids. And i did what every truly overwhelmed, filmy girl does. I cried. I cried because there was so much, and it was so old and had lasted so many million times my age. I cried because thousands of people had seen this before me, so many people who changed the course of history. Alexander, Napoleon, Caeser. The sun had set on those massive stone structures for four thousand years. and rises each morning, and it will go on for another couple of thousand. I have never felt so small, so insignificant, so much in awe of human accomplishment, and for that one second it felt like i was somewhere i really truly belonged. i had this moment that defined me. my whole life was waiting for that one second. and i dont think i will ever understand how much that one moment changed me. but it did. i felt like a speck on the sands of eternity, like one star, but for the moment that i was near the pyramids, that i was the star that shined on them, it didnt matter.

I cried because i'd lost a dream that i took with me to bed every night, and woke up in the morning with every day. Even if i didnt think about it, it was there. hidden inside. Like a best friend you take for granted. Or the air that you breathe. I cried because i hadnt given it enough thought or love or energy to truly deserve the splendour of the pyramids or of the country.

I cried because i had never felt so much gratitude in my whole life. like this surge of being thankful, just for being alive. for being myself. for everything in my life that i love more than i can ever tell them/it. for the music, for the love that the world has given me. for the people who have mattered. more than they'll ever know.

And so what if i'm the size of a blimp, or failing history. i know that someday, none of this will matter. because i need to do everything i can to ensure that i was worthy of them. that i am worthy of this life that i have, because there's so much in it that's beautiful.

There are so many things to be happy about. It really truly honestly is a wonderful world.