Fallen for Fall

If someone asked me what my favourite season is, my answer would be:

"I dunno...Summer I guess 'cause that's when my birthday is! :)...But I kinda love all the colours of spring...and I love winter,too and I love everything about autumn...AAAAAH, I dunno,OKAY?I love all of them!Now quit torturing me and go back to the land of confusion where you came from,WILL YOU!!" And run and hide myself under the bed and cry.
 

BUT, you know, recently I've felt how the wind's turned a bit chilly at night and the Sun isn't that hot in the day anymore. And that always sort of, made me a little happy inside, inexplicably. And I can't CAN'T wait for autumn to envelope us in its divine beauty, already and give me a chance to wear my beloved, treasured hoodies...and boots.☺ That I don't own. Yet. AND yesterday, THIS happened:

Okay you should probably know that all of last week, and the last day of the week before, I've been mercilessly grounded in the windmill of giving exams. Stupid, stupid, STUPID brain cells murdering exams that would be given a life sentence to Azkaban if ever that could be possible. I'm pretty sure I flunked two of them but I couldn't even bring myself to care. Yep, that's how insensitive the cruelty and injustice has made me.

So anyway, yesterdsay was the last one. And for the last time I literally crawled out of bed with just 2 hours of sleep last night (It was Maths,you see, who would be hanged instantaneously instead of being imprisoned and also, 'cause I'd spend half of night watching MasterChef Australia and Eclipse, yeah that's how desperate exams make me.)
     
 So anyway, I step outta my home, yawning and cursing, and then I stop short. Why? BECAUSE:

THIS is sorta how the world looked like minus the trees :/

 MISTY. and you know what mist means? Don't you?Sure you do.It means WINTER is close. And you what we call that time? When Winter is close but Summer ain't far back either? Yes. Autumn.(:

  
                                     
                 
That put a huge smile on my face☺ and totally opened my eyes. WIDE. And so did my Maths paper when it came under my nose but that made me totally forget about it. For a while.

And now when I wake up,every morning,the grass is like this:
 

And have you ever walked barefoot in grass like this? Because you haven't lived yet if you haven't. It tickles your feet and it's so cold and it makes you laugh...and with the morning sun on your face, it makes you hot and cold at the same time.It's beautiful.☺
 
                   
                                 
And the days and evenings are even more beautiful,so golden. About how the sunlight don't quite fall in line and the sun looks sorta outta its usual place in the sky....Please tell me it's not just me. Please.
And, ah, the joy of walking on crunchy leaves, the indignant sound they make when you care to especially step as hard and cruelly on one as you could


                                         

And the nights are....magical. Something about the almost bare trees,as their leaves desert them one by one and gently gather at their feet. And the chilly air that sends shivers down your spine and yet not make you cold enough.

Something so sad, so romantic, so poignant about those nights, the clear moon holding still in th sky encircled by twinkling, winking stars and an occasional cloud or two on a dark canvas. It's like somehow the whole world is holding its breath.
   
 And then late at night when you curl up with a book,your hands around a steaming mug of coffee or hot chocolate and tugging your comforter just a little bit closer for warmth. Or just talking and laughing with your family, around a fire.
         

               

And of course, the scarves and boots and sweaters and hoodies and shawls and jackets hiding away in your closet. And going shopping for the season. Absolute joy. ☺


  

     I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE AUTUMN!

                                 


P.S. In honour of Autumn and also because now it sounds stupid I'm officially changing my blog name to *drumroll*......ON A HAZY AUTUMN NIGHT....which is no less stupid and all the more weird but...I dunno,OKAY?Now quit torturing me and go back to the land of confusion where you came from,WILL YOU!! *run and hide myself under the bed and cry.*


        
                               

Raining Love

Rain?


For kids, rain is another game. They can't help leaping and jumping in joy in the puddles without giving a damn even if they're wearing their best dress. Its another excuse for them for making little paper boats or inventing their own games.


 It doesn't take any more than a few raindrops to get their short hair and little bodies completely sodden. As long as its raining, you could hear their little, adorable laughs ringing through the air and the pitter patter of their running feet along with the rain as they run around, carefree and joyful like little beautiful birds in the sky, having the time of their lives.



Even the kids' parents can't hide their excitement. I mean, you HAVE to have seen their delighted and the relieved smiles.Their suddenly uplifted moods and their cheerful conversations. Whether at jobs or driving home from work or just looking after kids, there's a new spring in their step. Anything to change the same,boring old routine.I love it when it rains and my parents instantly suggest a drive around the down and crank up the radio, and gets pakoras and samosas to enjoy with some hot tea and sorta just mix in with the kids with their excitement, maybe reminiscing their own childhood rainy memories.



And for the others a.k.a us?With the first raindrop to the last there's a frenzied exchange of text messages with our friends and relatives whether they're in the city,or even the country or  not. Just to tell what a terrific time we're having and that we remember them and want them to be here to share this moment. We play with the kids, laugh with the elders and just try to have the most of life, away from homework and school and tensions. And if we're in school, trapped in a classroom, watching the rain outside longingly and waiting foe the bell to ring?That's another great feeling. 'Cause then, you MUST be with all your friends and who better to celebrate rain with?


For lovers, every drop reminds them of a special one. A quick call or a text message to talk to them, to want to be with them,to hold them. There's something SO romantic about the rain,so poignant, so beautiful and perfect. I swear, it's one of the most exquisite feelings in the whole wide world when your cell phone lights up with a text from him/her as soon as it starts raining.


For bookworms, no better time to snuggle in their warm beds curled with a steaming cup of coffee and their favourite book, a light tip tap of rain in the background to keep a smile on their face.

For people for whom rain is a reminder of a lost one, that rekindles someone's memories and that makes them long for someone to be there, something so disquieting and so sad about the falling rain that takes you back to a place in your heart for someone who you have saved there. And then you cry.


Rain is a connection. Rain is a feeling. It is a bridge between distances. It means a bit different to everyone but whether you're young or old, rich or poor, happy or sad, awake or sleepy, in a crowd or alone, on a mountain, by the sea or in a desert, you can relate. The sheer giddiness inside you, it's just so unique and uplifting, something you can just share with everyone. It's one of the best feelings in the world.
And the best part? EVERYONE gets to feel it. :)

 

Counting it's Last Breaths...

" Hey, can I have your calculator?" My friend, sitting infront of me turns to ask, her face scrunched up in anxiety.
  It's our first-period Maths class and I'm intently copying the circles drawn the board. That's the part of Maths I get. The drawing one. The solving part...I copy from The-Girl-Before-Me. So it's ESSENTIAL she gets a calculator. NOW.

"Um, I wish I could say yes. Unfortunately my calculator gets more sleep snuggling in my bed then me on schooldays...and on weekends. You got yours?" That to my morose-today BFF.

"Hm?" She looks up distractedly from her staring-at-circles trance. "Yeah, I guess."
She takes out the grey gadget of pure geniosity and hands it over.
We get back to our circles, assured we'll soon be filling the empty spaces left under them with perfect, neat answers.


Ruba, The-Girl-Before-Us, turns back,"It's not turning on." She says nervously.
Aliza(BFF) grins wearily. I smile indulgently. Silly her. See, the calculator looked a thing out of 80's movies. You know, ancient and worn and not at all like the shiny ones with coloured buttons. I thought those kinda calculators look abnoxious and snobby. I think they sorta make our trusted calculators look inferior (Never mind I have one just like that, but the fact it has never made a trip to a school,to date, is proof of my preferences.) Which is totally wrong,'cause they worked just fine, thankyou very much!

   So anyways,it's obvious why she can't work out how to use it. Aliza goes, all patiently, 'cause she's answered that all her life,"See,it turns on from this button." And she presses the button. Nothing. She presses again. Still nothing. She laughs nervously....and presses again, this time more forcefully and yet,it lays there like a grey lump of metal who hadn't once solved all of maths greatest mysteries for us.
All the while, I'm looking at Aliza's attempts, horrified. When Aliza looks up hopelessly at me, I shake my head resolutely, grab it from her and stab the button with my index finger and bang it against the desk, willing it to come back to life. IT NEVER DOES!=0 ="(
            

My feelings were sorta like a mixture of guy with the plank(if it, God forbid, ever died) from Ed, Edd and Eddy and Harry when he realizes Dobby's gonna die. Sad, isn't it?
There is a moment of silence as we digest this great change in our lives we'll have to face from now on.
Then Aliza confesses,"I never even took it outta my bag....I just ignored it."
What?It died from suffocation??Lack of sunlight??Neglect?Calculator abuse?
"Oh my God," I go, looking at her."YOU KILLED THE CALCULATOR!"
She looks suitably guilty and uncomfortable. We stare at each other, thinking; I look back down and bite my lip. "Maybe we should have a funeral. Bury it properly."

I look fondly... for the last time....at the faded lettering over buttons we can't even read anymore...over the scratched paint...and the scratched screen...I run my hands over it...Then returns it to Aliza.
"Goodbye,"I whisper, as she puts it away-nay, buries-it back in her bag, looking away.
My last request on its behalf is," Never throw it away, please."
Aliza nods solemnly and we return to the mysterious circles on our notebooks.


The calculators had faithfully served its mistress(es) for the past 5 years,often saving our necks in crucial moments during exams.(think: Kreacher) It has, indeed, died a tragic hero's death and lived up to a ripe old age(when it got plenty ignored and mistreated. Oh, the shame!). It would be remembered in fondest memories. We decided, Aliza and me, it was perhaps time that we moved on, too like the calculator had to rest in its calculatory heaven (we're sure of that,yes).
                                                   
                              R.I.P Calculator
         2006-6th September 2011
      A beloved Advisor, A cherished Helper
             YOU WILL BE MISSED. =')