The smell of an Indian summer!

I really didn't know what I liked about Summers. I always thought it was holidays, taking me away from school and my parents, somehow.
Apparently, as I am getting to know every season along with it's minute details and flavors, over the past one year, more than ever, am coming a bit closer on realizing, a lot more about Myself!
Weird.
Let's see.
Summer is a funny season.

Every single girl roams around like a terrorist, externally. Thin guys put on cheap, big goggles which makes them look like a bumble bee. There are more people on streets at night (Can't blame them). People burn the dry leaves around their houses to make everything look good, but forget about the air pollution in return, or moreover the fact that they may actually be killing someone of Asthma. School Air has a depressing tension in it, no matter which time you go, owing to the over exaggeration of Exam system in India. Dust ends up on my stuff, no matter how many times I clean it. Centers for Doctor's seasonal income, in the form of haathgadis come up, nimbu pani or pineapple juice! O yeah, also Matka kulfi. You are one in a million if the Salmonella misses you! Literally. And Thank God the freakin' marriage season has come to an end (or I don't know if it's gonna start again), the noise they make, makes me hate anything spelled M U S I C to my very core.

I'm being so honest with my gloriously inherited, critical genes when I start describing someone or something. Evidently, I'm a person who doesn't see Life through colored specs, more often than not....like my Dad! =D

Yet, it's equally true, people like me for the same and the fact that I'd be lying if I won't add that summer still remains my favorite season, despite all the cynical, gleeful criticism above.

I love it for my favorite flowers...for watermelons and raw mangoes. For the smell of new blossoms. For my memories with my favorite person. For the light intermittent rains, which feel like a wish come true. For the dryness, that makes me want. Something. Anything. Making me feel a little more than just alive....

Generally speaking

I'm a very inquisitive person by character. Well, err...one reason why I should go into research. But that's another story.

There's this concept that has been in my mind for quite a while now. And ipso facto, I have a lot of questions.

CHANGE

I feel, with every passing year and with every new invention coming our way, over years, it's making the thought process of an individual alive, more and more, distorted and morbid.

A person I knew was killed a few weeks ago by her own maid, who worked for her over 5 years, and her boyfriend. They jumped in her house in broad daylight, pushed her aside, where she hit her head and died.
Died for a gold chain, a few earrings, 2 bangles and a lil cash.

That was what her life was worth for.

Everything around us is getting more expensive. Life is getting more easier with gadgets, making it easy for you to have a practical relationship with a person halfway across the globe and at the same time, it's getting much more difficult to survive as a person coz the Needs never end!
There is this constant need... of a new cell phone, a new tablet, a glorious career, a new car, a new companion...or some goddamn insane fetish one can probably imagine!

I know Desires is what makes you. They keep you going. But come on, there is a limit. A Limit not outside you like your past, you social status, money or your mental mediocrity.

 A limit within. 

A limit that comes from your heart that tells you that you don't want anything more than this, that makes you satisfied. 

Content.

In an age where you call yourself intelligent than monkeys and other animals in that matter, is asking for this content in your heart, too much? In an age where you are running to get ahead, of God knows who, do you even know where you are heading? Coz if your so called success is achieved, at the end of this race, makes you a cold blooded mammal  incapable of having a best friend to call, or a lover by your side or a family to call your own or if it makes you....distorted and morbid, like others are now.....Why would you call it your Destiny?

I am not saying you should not win or have dreams or be a part of a race. I am not asking you to give up everything that you believe in. I am asking...What is missing? What is it that we are missing?

When and Why did someone forget to teach us....that LIFE has to be held supreme and that taking someone's life or ruining one's or using someone, is not a stepping stone to success.

In every damn corner of the earth.