petrichor overdose

...post one month of boredom and no friends around, i finally got a break when 4 guys from 4 different places-mahad, nagpur, pune & mumbai, who happen to be batchmates, happened to be in the same city. after giving my AIMCAT, the reason i was in pune, we met and had a wild night(not really :P). we checked out all the outlets that came our way, almost checked out a hookah corner, hung out aimlessly on the streets of pune till 2 am. all this while rain was falling making the neon-lit streets even more glitzy, and i was cursing myself for being in the rusty old village i am in. next morning i left for the same, i almost missed the bus and had to squash myself in. and then it began...


ours is a beautiful country, with something magnetic in every corner of india, except pilani, to draw you towards it. be it some millenia old temple, or some natural beauty, one can't just hold back. i wasn't on a tour, i was returning back to my family, but the mesmerizing weather kept telling me that i couldn't be more wrong. it was drizzling, and the deliberate opening of my window was sending the drops straight to my service. the beautiful sight of green mountains, and that magical smell of wet soil.. kishore kumar's voice melting straight into my ears, felt like a dream... and though sleep was actually a significant part of the journey having slept late the other night, i couldn't really make out the difference, except that in the dream, i wasn't seeing the greenery but the scenes from raajneeti that were still wafting through my brain, it had only been 9 hours since i saw it. it was like one continuous dream, although i regret not making the most of my fellow passenger, who looked like he hadn't been near a bathroom for centuries,
but still i managed to survive the journey, as all my senses were being given royal service by mother nature and the owner of samsung. what's more, the bus broke down, and although the people got down in frustration, nobody said a word... the view before them just wouldn't let them...
a mountain top covered by a blanket of clouds, in the backdrop of a beautiful river glittering more with each falling drop, in the backdrop of lush green paddy fields stretching miles together.. stupid camera can never capture what the human eye can- beauty. the intoxicated passengers climbed back into the bus and i slipped back into my dream, when my camera couldn't take it any longer, battery low was registered. so my dream turned to more important issues now, like my fellow passenger moving across me towards the window every half an hour to spit out one of the infinite problems of this country, a somewhat old and definetely pervert guy continuously staring at a girl standing right in front of her, i couldn't help but admire his focussing ability even at this age.. the rainy dream suddenly ended with fire, as i stopped right in front of the fire station :P in five minutes i was with family, the dream had ended and it faded away like any other dream, but that artistic expertise of nature i had witnessed is still in there, makes me smile each time it flashes before my eyes...