The title made you wonder if I am as yet properly awake (or probably not), right? It should be "Good Morning". That is what, may be, you thought? Not to worry. I am up n about, long time back, ready to 'arise n shine' as they say.
No, the title is not a take on that "how is the josh?" With 'Dhurndhanr' blasting the cinema halls, that phrase anyways might be passe, right? To get back to our title, I was just casually trying to imagine to myself how each morning looks.
In my opinion, every season, in fact, each day, has a unique visage as far as the morning goes. Is it any surprise that one of the most poetic "ruchas" in the "Rigveda" are about the dawn, the "Usha Sukta"? Why, one of the gravest tragedies in the whole of the world literature, "Hamlet", has a lovely description of the morning breaking on the horizon.
Now here are the attempts by Your Truly. In my opinion, the monsoon morning is a typical crybaby. Yes, I begin with the monsoon because it is unique to us, and it bothered us as if there were no end to it this year!
A crybaby is a person, need not necessarily be a kid (though mentally and psychologically is one!), who is forever glum, weepy and able to disturb, if not destroy, the best thought-through plans! Very good at throwing water, literally, at everyone and everything!
The summer morning? To me, it appears like a forever irritated person whose temprature can, and does, shoot up any second! There is no knowing when the heat would be such that it can instantly scorch. The 'two minutes' smoulder types! The human version of the latest eruption of some volcano, afar or near!
And the winter mornings that we are facing these days? Well, given the smog smothering the city horizons, tough to wax senti, right? As for me, a winter morning looks like a quietly smiling, mature, slightly withered, a bit wrinkled face of a wise woman.
Like Aai's, or even Papa's, in the winter of their innings! Greying hair, wispy, slightly thin, a little tousled. Yet face calm. Completely quiet and totally content! One of the most beautiful sights, right?
At times though, one could even say, the winter morning, through the smog blurring, appears like death itself. No, that is not because the reference to my parents reminds me of their demise, and hence of death.
About a winter morning, there is a silence, right? Given the cold (and, not to forget, our current buddy, the leopard), there is not that typical rush n wheeze of the typical city life. At times, I feel, one could hear the distant sound of stars stirring far far away in the firmament.
In addition, there is that vague luminescence of the winter mornings, neither darkness, nor light. Something translucent. Rather misty, absolutely mysterious. Quite like death, eh?
Pratima@ No, I have not been reading about all those 'after death' experiences. Nor watching all those vivid with details videos the internet apparently overflows with. Yet that is the striking image recurring if you think about a typical city morning, right? In the meanwhile, Good Morning! Time to rise and ....
The quote of the day: "The breeze in the morn has secrets to tell you. Do not go back to sleep." Apparently, Rumi! Would not know.
Word of the day: forenoon. 'forenoon' is before noon, that is, the middle of the day. So, 'morning'! That is the way, I ask my students to remember the German words "Vormittag" and "Nachmittag", "Tag" being day, "mit" is middle, while "vor" is before, and "nach" is after. Very easy it is to learn languages, right?
Let us learn grammar: In this blog, I have tried to introduce a day. As for myself, however, I introduce myself. When facing an interview, I would say, 'May I introduce myself'. If I meet strangers at a marriage reception, I would say, 'let me introduce myself'. Hey, it is getting late. The morning rush as usual. I must 'help myself' to a quickie of a breakfast. Bye, folks!
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