Day Two of 3650-September 22, Saturday
ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO’S NEST
This is typical of life. The Sun could not come out today. It is hidden behind a thick layer of black clouds and it has been raining heavily since four in the morning. The sound of incessant rain is scary. It is falling in sheets. Nature can wreak devastation anywhere if it makes up its mind to do so. Growing older I have lost the fondness for weekends! Normal days one has ATMs to visit, regular TV serials to watch and a little bit of day trading in the stock market keeps the day alive. Saturdays are dreary. I can open a bottle of rum or whisky and get uproariously drunk but the wife might raise some hell at that. There was a time one looked forward to Saturdays. Friends came over, alas now my friends have moved to different cities and different nations. I am not the kind who can make new friends.
Last evening there were beautiful clouds and a shiny moon. Todays picture or pictures will make up for the sun.
A certain hum of anxiety hovers above our(senior citizens) lives! It is the sad burden of the world one cannot help while it is being ground under rough shod boots. The crunch of gravel as villains tread around us ominously becomes louder and louder. Who can we appeal to? Only an Unknown God or our mental stability. It is like being sane in a roomful of psychotics. Only God can help. Only prayers can save us.
I look at the moon and marvel at the gravitational and orbital magic that keeps it suspended up there.
The Moon as seen through a trellis of leaves on an ancient tree on Parmahansa Yogananda marg in Bengaluru in the evening with traffic rushing around like crazy!
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