Long awaited day

Today at last it happened, the day for which I waited so long. Yup a day at home with a heavy shower from Rain god.

There are about 60-70% of the weekends when ill stay at Chandigarh, and this year since the starting of monsoon all weekend which I witnessed where Sunny and damn hot. And same it started today also I got up @ 9 am and saw outside sun was out with no signs of clouds. Again in disappointment I got busy with my laptop. Slowly clouds started to gather up and it little pitter patter of rain drops started. I felt little relieved but it wasn’t which I was waiting for so long.

I always love to go out and get drenched in rain. In my childhood there were very few occasions when I played in rain rest of the time my mom was too much conscious for me getting cold so always made sure that I won’t go out in it. May be that restriction have created more urge and love in me towards it. Last year though there was ample amount of rain, it used to almost daily in evening and I became my activity to come from office soon and go out on bike in rain almost every time I did it. Our house owner used ask me always what are u doing you can get sick but I never believed in that theory. :)

Around 10:30 I was having chat with my house mate suddenly I saw rain started to pour in full flow. Within a second I jumped and ran outside in our balcony, it was exactly what I wanted a holiday and rain. While enjoying the rain and view around my eyes landed on my bike, poor she, clouds are only source of refreshment to her. Thanks to my laziness she will never get bath apart from rain and today she was shining as new one :). Then I saw some of the street kids they were running on the road singing “Aaja Aaja dil nichode ….” Latest buzzing song from movie kaminey. Enjoying rain to the fullest and there were little younger ones who were drooling in every puddle of water, and whenever any car was passing by they deliberately coming near to it as it will splash water on them. Totally unhygienic idea but they were enjoying it to the fullest.

Then also there was cycle race of all chintoo kids gathered together :) nice to watch was they were so much chintoo that they have to try real hard for their cycle to make through the water flowing on the road and they were all giving their best and just then came another gang at first I didn’t get it what they are up to they were looking suspiciously at every tree around. Soon I realized that they were after fruits which will be there on the trees. Whatever they spotted they plucked started sharing and eating among themselves.

It was nice to see witnessing these happening around. But only kids below 15-16 were involved, no one elder than that.

Even I was simply standing in balcony and seeing things around. Wish ill get someone soon with whom I can play in rain   . With this nice and soothing thought lemme close this post .

Genius M : Gandhigiri

Helloooo Everyone!!! What are you thinking after reading the title? First thing which'll be coming into your mind will be Sanjubaba and new term raised by him for non violence.

What i am going to tell you now is that it’s not only Sanju baba who is following gandhigiri, its your Genius M also who have hints in past when he also followed the same and urged others tooo!!! Last time u came across my scientific abilities and hint of great brain in making, now you’ll be seeing other sensitive side of mine.

This one is though the one which I myself don’t remember, but it’s in my dad’s mind which is settled permanently within him. And he often gives reference to this incident several times. So what you are about to read now is narration based on my interview skills. I tried to collect whatever data I could.

I will take you now take to my old home. In those times (i.e. 1990) there were not many high buildings or houses. There used to be single storey houses and so were ours and our neighbors there was no boundary of roof. Often in those times i used to spend evenings on roof with my chintoo sister and i was around 7 years old. in our neighbor sometimes two little guyz used to come. As they were relatives there. They were most wicked and naughty kids i have seen in that time. U can say Rowdies in making. So that fine day I was playing with my sister and my dad was also there. And that guy also came to the roof. Somehow we got into some fight and hey gifted me a punch in my stomach and started to run away. My dad was watching this and decided not to interfere as he wanted to see how I will reply back. My sister on the other hand was not calm enough she started sprinting to follow him down (she was only 3-4 year old that time). But suddenly i came between her and thought to set an example to her. I held her hand and said "No Ruchi we should not indulge in fighting, it is a bad habit".

After seeing all this, my dad held his head. Thinking why the hell all the Gandhigiri of the world entered into my Son only.

Genius M: Train Fluid mechanincs

Ok Guyz and Galz it has been long time since i have done something on blogging front. People around me are giving me enough inspiration to start on it again and may be this time we all will give ideas to each other to scribble.

Today ill be telling you one of my stories from past which do reflect some of my traits which still exists in furnished manner.

Without confusing further ill start. I was in 1st standard in my school and yes i was brilliant. I was one the most brilliant chintoo of the school all the teachers used to know me, and get me toffies and all coz all those Mams liked me soooo much :).

Although that spree of mine lasted only till the time when i used to wear nickers (till 2nd standard). after that i started wearing full pants and my academic record as well as popularity amongst teachers fell down as well.

Anywayz, in that golden era it so happened that suddenly my dad came to school, in between the class and talked to my class teacher that i had to leave as we are going for one marriage, it was in Raipur and we were supposed to leave by train. As i was so lovable my class teacher gave me short story book personally and told to read it in train. I was so happy to get that. happiness was doubled as i was also experiencing my class mates faces, i was leaving the class and they were on desk studying.

Chalo ill do fast forward now, in this scene i was sitting at the window seat of the train and train was at it top speed, fascinated by that speed suddenly one idea struck into my mind. i took my hand out of the window and felt the air. convinced that its strong enough, my brilliant mind started understanding the fluid flow of air and its force and sketched an outline of a practical that i was about to perform. for that i needed an object and the nearest one was the book gave to me by my class teacher. the idea of failure didn't even struck my mind as i was so enthusiastic and confident.

Finally i made a calculation, that If i hold this book outside the window there will be two forces acting on it one will be gravity and one will be air flow. and my mind calculated the resultant angle where the book will flow, and in path of that angle i placed my hand. so the experiment was to catch the book from second hand which is at certain angle from the first hand after ill release the book. in this process ill understand several laws of science.

Without wasting any time i took out book kept both my hand outside the window of train at assumed positions. After double checking the angle finally i released the book.... Guess what ..... the resultant angle was totally miscalculated by me :'( and force of gravity proved to be more stronger than wind the book went passed my hand before only. it took me 5-6 seconds to realise that i have lost my fav book of stories given by my class teacher. And later after realisation Ganga jamuna started and whole compartment was wondering what happened to this kid why he is crying so badly. Several people came to to convince me that theyll pull the chain, or station master will get it for me. but by now you all must be knowing that how brilliant i was, i knew all are trying to console me.

Now when i think of it, i wonder how can i think like that in that age ...but thats me and so are several other incidents to support it which sits as permanent place in my mind. will share with you people one by one.