Life is a nightrain.....

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I still can't remember to my god's glory, the poet who wrote the lines in my mother tongue that can be roughly translated as…
"Life is a night rain.
It would all be over, by the time we get up"
(Jeevitham oru rathri mazha
Nam unarumbozhekkumathu chornirikkum)
Every rain brings this couplet into my mind but always untagged with the name of the poet. I am still looking for him to kiss the soil under his foot. It rained heavily for two days in Abha and we got an additional day on our spring break. In my six years stay in Abha, I have never seen such a big shower on the top of the city before.

I feel like a lazy Sunday morning back home rained overnight. Pouring memories on landscape of mind, leaving me totally wet in nostalgic reminiscence. Splashing muddy water to …we used to tread  on every puddle of water on our way and  back to school. Either side of the road form a kind of makeshift canal for us to build bunds and dams…It drives me crazy as I stroll down the childhood lane.
Even today, it is an exhilarating exercise, interestingly  in the mornings it rained all the night, to visit my plants in the garden, wish them good morning, nurse the sulky ones to smile and pat appreciatively the vigorous ones……as though I missed them all night and was eagerly waiting for daybreak to join them. I know it does make a difference in that day of both me and them. I do it as a kind of romantic ritual of my being.

The colors, moods, and emotional make up of rain do  make me think in tune…it was in a long light rainy night...one of my university friends' father died. It was in the morning  it rained for days flooding all the low lying countryside, the news knocked our door that my childhood friend died. It was a stormy with heavy rainfall midday, I caught fever and tuck into blanket. It was on a stormy rainy evening before sunset I shared an umbrella  to walk to hostel. The sun set half an hour early the evening as I heard it  raining  all of a sudden …….  It was  monsoon and raining all days as I started a new lease of life , we ride all the country on a bike having great time in life as never before and never again…lovely lovely lovely...

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  1. ErichApril 2, 2014 at 10:14 AM

    Life is a night train, indeed. All things come to pass, nothing comes to stay, as the Buddhist saying goes.

    I am fascinated by water. Amazing to think that about 60% of my body consists of water. What feels so solid is in fact so fluid.

    Director Peter Weir's movie "The Last Wave" is utterly mesmerizing. It explores the apocalyptic dimension of water. It can be viewed, free of charge, on www.putlocker.bz (just saying!).

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  2. the ghost of the fake ipl playerApril 8, 2014 at 10:37 PM

    (you were often an inspiration to me) I read all your entries with great admiration. I have a lot to tell you here, but I wonder I may fail to express what I exactly wanted to convey (nevertheless, I hope you will read it here in these doooots, ..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

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  3. the ghost of the fake ipl playerApril 8, 2014 at 10:39 PM

    (you were often an inspiration to me) I read all your entries with great admiration. I have a lot to tell you here, but I wonder I may fail to express what I exactly wanted to convey (nevertheless, I hope you will read it here in these doooots, ..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

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  4. UnknownMay 23, 2014 at 11:43 AM

    Dear go on with your write-ups. You have a romantic mind and poetic language, and of course being a teacher have lots of thoughts to publish..I don't think this is the right place to communicate to a wider audience. Blogging is past now face-booking is the trend and rightly right medium.. Good luck

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    1. Mohammed Jabir KKMay 24, 2014 at 12:58 AM

      Thank you so much for finding some time to read me and get back to me.I do appreciate and think what you shared is quite right in all respect and let me see what I can do about.

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  5. Murshed Haider ChoudhuryMay 29, 2016 at 12:12 PM

    Wonderful! Mundane rain finds color and life when it gets your hand's midas touch. Life is beautiful only when it's seen through a spectrum called Jabir. Else, it's just living,eating and dying.

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