Rains

Does rain makes everyone happy? I mean just the rain pouring down not the after affects like flooding or road getting water logged etc. Somehow the rain always makes me happy especially one really pouring down hard. I guess water being the life giver has that psychological affect. Maybe Gods up there want to wash out all your pain and thus pouring down their love for you, maybe :)

Well I found this on internet on this blog called 'Hazaaron Khwahishein Aisi...' Not that I read this blog but I felt the photo was striking, caught the mood perfectly.
http://maximuminsanity.blogspot.com/2007/06/rainy-night-in-bangalore.html

Also [one of ] ma fav movie 'Shor' has a rain song .. Paani re paani... check this out on youtube, quite watchable and as usual unusual cinematography as in 'Shor' songs, whatever the jokes maybe on Manoj Kr but India's real color comes out in his movies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Natn_w4l7BI
Incidentally I am right now sitting and watching a movie called '13th Floor', Sandhya Mridul and Purab Kohli, interesting movie.

Time

Yesterday I came in touch with someone from way back in my teens; realized the amount of time which has passed with me on this planet! *sigh* Good bad boring fun ... time is ticking away, do I have anything worthwhile to say??????

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells


PS: Added as an after-thought, nopes, nothing to say!