Back in the blog and thought to pen few words:

Busy busy and busy running behind the work like chicken with its head cut... A strange feeling emerges in my heart... I need a break...I need peace...

I love to explore Chennai a place we live and love...

Chennai at 5:30 in the morning looks and feels like a giant metropolis coming out of slumber and into another day and challenge. Early morning acts are a delight to watch.

The three wheeler rickshaw driver, who I often wonder is homeless because he is perpetually driving and seeking customers, will shake his weary body from the back of the passenger seat, which has become his abode for the night. The pavement a little further on a market strip, will be covered by 200 different papers and periodicals and dailies, lying along without any candor, for them to be picked up in bulk and then to be distributed to homes.

In the mist and the dark of the morning, the hot steaming tea (Yummy and yummy I love tea) being worked up in the corner stall will be attracting its regular morning guests. An odd early bus shall lazily thunder by and people loitering about mumbling to each other on the prospects of the day will be observed. Worksites on various development projects shall be starting up the engines and the beyond in the sky still low after take-off shall be the blinkering lights of a domestic carrier.

The morning hour as the day begins, seldom indicates what lies in store for the rest of its time. The peace and solace of those early hours is almost synonymous with the gentle warming from the rising sun. That deep orange hue from the brightest element in the earth’s hemisphere, so pleasantly visible as it emerges from behind a hill or stack of high rises, then gradually, as it progresses forward, begins to burn out its size and shape and countenance, now unable to be seen through a naked eye !
There is a bearing with life’s day almost, within this act. Pleasant and peaceful as it starts, and then gradually as the day progresses and all its complications overtake us, everything around us becomes unbearable and unable to be seen, in its complex existence.
It is a peculiar simile, but one that reflects a most understated comment on nature and human. As the sun burns through the sky and heats up the atmosphere, so do we not warm ourselves up to the intricate twists and turns that life provides us ?

Time runs and soon the city will be jampacked by the people and traffic... Dream run to work... Sit, Chit, Chat, Work... (See work is my last option...Jokes apart)...It is my opinion that there should be a law to pay money without work...But who would listen or even consider its excessively important message. hahaha hahah.. again jokes apart.

Laughter is good, especially when it comes because of the acts of others. Others, that even though do not carry the burdens of a clown, behave like them. The world is full of such jesters. They inhabit a space that remains deeply immersed in our beings and surroundings.

I laugh because righteousness shall never then be seen as being right. I laugh at lost opportunity due to lack of understanding. I laugh because the truth shall always be shadowed by perceived knowledge or fact. And that is so dangerous … it makes me laugh … !!!

Ahh … never mind ! Just a reflective aside before settling down to more mundane thoughts on the day and hour.

Its time to chose the shut down button in my system and run back to my nest...It will be more merrier to watch the screen turning blue and blinks off...

Mornings are good for a clean and reinvigorated mind … they are also good for wishes of a pleasant night !! Ha ha ..

Good night my lovelies and my lovelaas …