On a spiritual note

It is beautiful weather…finally in this banjar land called Gurgaon that I’ve inhabited couple of months back. It had been overcast for more than 36 hours but the overcast sky of Gurgaon looks very different from the images that most sane minds would conjure up. The insanely crazy amount of dust in this region contributes significantly in tarnishing the romantic beauty associated with it. So to be more precise, an overcast sky of Gurgaon looks more like a big ball of dust hanging above our heads ready to burst and less like the quintessential white fluffy cloud filled sky that makes you search for patterns in them. The difference is so stark that you consider the possibility of ‘it raining dust’ instead of water. Add to this a visibility of not more than 500 mts and you are all set to welcome the monsoons.

So, I had been ready to welcome the monsoons for more than 36 hours.  It was like a long pregnant pause before the clouds decided to let go and set free those life saving tiny droplets that probably were themselves suffocated in those heavily dust-laden clouds that they were trapped in and the result was – the intoxicated ‘saundhi-saundhi’ aroma of the freshly-wet, long-parched earth followed by miraculously plummeting effect on the dust levels and not to mention the humanly bearable weather at the end of it all.

First time in the last two months, I stepped out in the balcony at 6’o clock in the evening and instead of quickly rushing back in (which I was prepared to do holding the door with one hand), I let go of the door, dared to touch the not so dusty railing of the balcony, leaned over and took a deep breath. If I could run some tests right then, I’m convinced that I could prove how seriously ‘fresh-air’ deprived I was. I had almost forgotten what ‘wind in you hair’ phrase means any more so it was a nearly divine experience to feel that cool breeze in my face,hair and lungs. I was overwhelmed and enormosly thankful to God  for making me experience the weather that I used to take for granted just about 3 months back in the tropical landscapes of Panama.

‘India makes you spiritual’, said a friend some time back. I didn’t quite get it at that time but today, as I was thanking the almighty profusely for the lovely rains and the cool breeze, I realised what that phrase had actually meant. The thanking process, the gratefulness quotient for the most basic of things achieves an all time high in India taking you to new spiritual altitudes. We are thankful for each day of survival. For not getting oggled at, mugged, catching a deadly virus, choking with the pollution and dust or simply for not passing out in this insanely roaring heat. They say discomfort is the first step towards the attainment of the divine. I’ve taken the first step. The divine intervention is eagerly awaited.

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  1. 1

    Joe Pinto said,

    My dear Aditi,

    Come to Pune or dash to Mumbai, during the next month, and have your lifetime’s fill of the monsoon rains. When you are trapped inside your Gurgaon place, read “Heat and Dust” by Ruth Prawer Jhabwala and share with her your revulsion for heat and dust.

    Unfortunately, Aditi, I do not share your dislike for the heat. The hot summer is when I thrive. I plod through the rains. And hibernate in winter. “If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?” And oh, for summer! “Summertime and the living is easy.” Have you heard that song?

    Nice to have you back on the blogosphere.

    Peace and love,
    – Joe.

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      lilmorethanamommy said,

      Thank you sir! yes..I’ve heard the song..like it..but certainly don’t like this place..not yet!!
      Will try and get hold of the book you mentioned.
      rgds
      Aditi

  2. 3

    delhi/gurgaon/noida/faridabad……etc’s u can add….no weahter is good and no so called “good weather” is good enough. I am sure to survive it, the spirits do go spiritual…wish u nd everyone else, good health….

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    ritu said,

    I hope the weather stays the same when I reach there. But trust me it’s gotta be better than Chennai. I go to Bangalore and during the day when my friends feel it’s hot. I feel what they cribbing about, it’s so normal.. 🙂


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