6 May 2004
The Pot of Gold
Did any of you happen to catch the rainbow that made an appearance in today’s evening sky? Or perhaps most Hyderabadi’s were too busy sitting in front of their computer screens thinking up a fitting feature for their blogs ;-) It was an evening that had the potential to go down in the annals of poetic history. The potential to inspire hundreds of writers to sing praises to pots of gold, dappled sunlight streaming through impossibly grey clouds… you get the drift. Who chases rainbows anymore, anyways? I, for one, definitely believe in the age-old ‘pot of gold’ theory. For those unfamiliar with the concept - the multi-hued-ribbon-of-actually-refracted-white-light comes in a packaged deal. Apparently, along with being a pure visual delight, it holds (would you believe?!) a pot of gold at its darling little tail end. As an impossibly gullible six-year old, I remember straining my eyes and fantasizing that one day I would possess a big enough cycle that would actually take me to the end of the rainbow. I would dream of cycling for hours and hours, panting and puffing and would finally reach the Promised Land. If I had any idea of how many calories that would rid me of, I think I might have actually attempted it. So, the pot of gold I thought up was of the kind you would most likely find in an Amar Chitra Katha comic strip - filled to the brim and tumbling out into some poor farmer’s field (ok so I read a lot when I was little, ok?) However, it never occurred to me that like all of nature’s inconstancies, this had the potential to disappear on me too when I least expected. Making the ultimate sacrifice today, I skipped the 'Soprano' re-run on T.V and raced up to the terrace to catch whatever was left of the band of…umm…color. Trust Hyderabadi weather to play damp squib… the tyrant that divines rain on Divali, parched days in the monsoons and yep, rain in summer! When I reached the Promised Land, there was Mr.Nose Picking sneaky neighbor, a deeply overcast sky, and the first signs of what appeared to be a potential thunderstorm. A little bit of huffing and puffing up and down the length of my terrace ensued. Then the clouds dreamily parted, the dappled sunlight did a soundless dance on the rooftop, and then came undone the most un-proverbial pot of gold you would ever spot in the evening sky.
Current Mood: Cheerful
Current Music: Iris-The Goo Goo Dolls?
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