Misty Mornings

Monday morning was unique in its own way. Dark heavy mist filled the environment. No scope whatsoever to see even some five metres ahead of you. People in heavy jackets and jerkins moving around to cach the pace of the day. Public buses and vehicles finding their way out of the blurring mist. I was so hard to see...even I thought my bus is going to go and bump into something..The driver's skill was put to test ..I thought! Also I noticed people blowing a volume of water-vapour when they talked, and then...rolled back into the olden days..when life was so carefree...taken granted!

I recalled my school days, those wintry mornings, when Mom used to get me ready for school. Rising awake in winter was a big trauma of life then, ..still it continues. Pobably when you know there is no way out, you try to accept things they are, and the severity reduces perhaps,..then!! When you can't change something, the greatest wisdom of life lies in accepting it ..as it is. Simpleat lesson of life; learnt then. The daily routine was a Herculean task , especially washing he mouth and face in the cold water. I am too lazy to use hot water for it..just keep on rememmbering how mom used to do that for me...and urge me to use the same...life was a bliss..then! The hot-water bath ...with shivers from the wind outside, is a memorable experience. Mom and Pop kept on shouting while I used to take the bath, so that I do not catch cold; and most importantly not miss the bus!Getting ready for the school with hot-tiffin that I always used to keep on my lap for the heat that it provided to my shivering body-was always a fun. Me being a cold-blooded animal(used sarcastically!), Mumma used to take care that no part of my body is left uncovered.Yes...Life was a bliss ..for sure!!Off, I used to be to school, after that!At school the morning prayer, the assembly, the P.T. drill (which I always like to be missed!)and the disciplinary check..then we used to be in classes on the those ice-cold iron benches, when the cold chill used to run down the spine! I remember then we in group of friends, used to find fun when we used to chatter and the warm vapour bleww out of mouths; as if we smoked!

Life is same, winters are same, mornings are same, mists are same;somewhat dense though! huhh..Now also the same rising up, same timings, same baths, same exercises, ....but; not the same place, not the same destination, not the same journey, not the same people, and most significantly not the same tender age. That matters!...the most!! "If Wishes were horses; Beggars would ride..!!" So true!


One would definitely corelate the beginning of the year filled with mist..at such point of time.As the day gears up, mist vanishes slowly only to make the environment more clear. On the same lines, the beginning months of the year, are somewhat dark, dense; less predictable, and when the days proceed, one starts getting the feeling the pace of life, when one realizes what life has to offer..in then!!!

Do I relate this to people ??? when we meet them they are like mists, less comprehensible, unpredictable, unperceptible; but when time passes by, the dense mist disappears, and we discover the true heart that lies beneath..that's how relationships grow, prosper..and become clear, more clear!!

We feel the mist is gone..does it really..in true terms..or does it ..never???




Misty mornin', don't see no sun;
I know you're out there somewhere having fun.
There is one mystery - yea-ea-eah - I just can't express:
To give your more, to receive your less.
One of my good friend said, in a reggae riddim,
"Don't jump in the water, if you can't swim."
The power of philosophy - yea-ea-eah - floats through my head
Light like a feather, heavy as lead;
Light like a feather, heavy as lead, yeah.

-Bob Marley