Monsoon Spotting -2 Morning After

Still entangled the morning after the big Pre-monsoon shower. Temperatures are down from 38 Celsius to 27 degrees Celsius. Opposites seem to be attracting each other here. Sun and cloud might be falling in love here.

Mad Dogs & Englishmen ; Bully Sun Ready to Pounce

With the clouds having vanished the Sun has become a despot. It has turned up the heat and waits to pounce upon unwary travelers. In this weather wear a hat and carry a bottle of water. Avoid the mid-day Sun unless you are a mad dog or an Englishman.

They’re Here!

They are floating in very shyly, not confident where to stand. Its still very hot outside. I’m praying they stay and give us some rain. These I suppose are the pre-monsoon clouds. Fingers crossed.

GDP and the Monsoon Poets

I loved this quote in an article on calculating the GDP of a nation. It is from Robert Kennedy. I am taking the quote from the Economist of 30th April to 6th May–‘In a famous speech in March 1968, Robert Kennedy took aim at what he saw as idolatrous respect for GDP, which measures advertising and jails but does not capture “the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages.”

As a poet I had a heavy outpouring of words at the sight of the first monsoon clouds. I wrote numerous words welcoming these harbingers of rain. Alas, the rain did not come, the clouds disappeared.

Seeing my own elation I think Monsoons and Poetry surely should be included in future GDP calculations in India. As for the strength of our marriages we see it constantly and daily in the evening Hindi soap operas.

Monsoon Guards Rough up the Sun

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The Clouds take control of the Skies and put the Sun in House Arrest till the completion of Monsoon Mission.

Monsoon Spotting -1

Morning arrives with a cover of patient, pregnant clouds watching through my window. They await my acceptance of their arrival.

They know I have been waiting like a father in the corridors of a maternity ward. A baby is about to be born. This year’s Messiah the New Monsoon will save the Earth.

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Category: Monsoons

Monsoon Spotting -2 Morning After

Still entangled the morning after the big Pre-monsoon shower. Temperatures are down from 38 Celsius to 27 degrees Celsius. Opposites seem to be attracting each other here. Sun and cloud might be falling in love here.

Mad Dogs & Englishmen ; Bully Sun Ready to Pounce

With the clouds having vanished the Sun has become a despot. It has turned up the heat and waits to pounce upon unwary travelers. In this weather wear a hat and carry a bottle of water. Avoid the mid-day Sun unless you are a mad dog or an Englishman.

They’re Here!

They are floating in very shyly, not confident where to stand. Its still very hot outside. I’m praying they stay and give us some rain. These I suppose are the pre-monsoon clouds. Fingers crossed.

GDP and the Monsoon Poets

As a poet I had a heavy outpouring of words at the sight of the first monsoon clouds. I wrote numerous words welcoming these harbingers of rain. Alas, the rain did not come, the clouds disappeared.

Seeing my own elation I think Monsoons and Poetry surely should be included in future GDP calculations in India. As for the strength of our marriages we see it constantly and daily in the evening Hindi soap operas.

Monsoon Guards Rough up the Sun

The Clouds take control of the Skies and put the Sun in House Arrest till the completion of Monsoon Mission.

Monsoon Spotting -1

Morning arrives with a cover of patient, pregnant clouds watching through my window. They await my acceptance of their arrival.

They know I have been waiting like a father in the corridors of a maternity ward. A baby is about to be born. This year’s Messiah the New Monsoon will save the Earth.

Still entangled the morning after the big Pre-monsoon shower. Temperatures are down from 38 Celsius to 27 degrees Celsius. Opposites seem to be attracting each other here. Sun and cloud might be falling in love here.

With the clouds having vanished the Sun has become a despot. It has turned up the heat and waits to pounce upon unwary travelers. In this weather wear a hat and carry a bottle of water. Avoid the mid-day Sun unless you are a mad dog or an Englishman.

They are floating in very shyly, not confident where to stand. Its still very hot outside. I’m praying they stay and give us some rain. These I suppose are the pre-monsoon clouds. Fingers crossed.

As a poet I had a heavy outpouring of words at the sight of the first monsoon clouds. I wrote numerous words welcoming these harbingers of rain. Alas, the rain did not come, the clouds disappeared.

Seeing my own elation I think Monsoons and Poetry surely should be included in future GDP calculations in India. As for the strength of our marriages we see it constantly and daily in the evening Hindi soap operas.

The Clouds take control of the Skies and put the Sun in House Arrest till the completion of Monsoon Mission.

Morning arrives with a cover of patient, pregnant clouds watching through my window. They await my acceptance of their arrival.

They know I have been waiting like a father in the corridors of a maternity ward. A baby is about to be born. This year’s Messiah the New Monsoon will save the Earth.