Fields of Gold...

27/3/2009, Friday...


It has been drizzling throughout the day.The temperature of our city took a tumble today and had a free-fall.The temperature and the wind were very pleasant and this was very conspicuous in our city's behaviour.All the 'cool' guys and gals of the city were out with their friends to enjoy the weather.All the 'cool' couples of the city were out to enjoy the romantic weather.Bliss all-around, with water dripping from heaven...

But this subversion of the heat by the weather Gods wasn't welcomed by all.Some miles away from the bliss of 'our' city were men and women with tears in 'their' eyes and fear in 'their' hearts.Despair all-around, with water dripping from hell...

They weren't lunatics crying for things meant to be happy for.They were farmers standing in their 'Fields of Gold' in danger of being robbed off.Its time when - Wheat - our staple crop is being harvested.Even a small amount of rain can cause the hardwork of farmers, their families, their animals to be washed off.The tender love, the fostering and all the tireless hardwork put in by the sons, for their mother earth is in danger of being washed off by the 'cool and pleasant' drizzles.'The farmer' might have had a nubile daughter, a child who's to be admitted to an 'English' school, a mother and a wife to be taken care of and may be something for himself too.And its hard, really hard, when your dreams are being washed away in front of you and all you can do is cry helplessly.

I wish the winds veer again. I wish the bliss and joy goes where it really belongs to.I wish the smile on the farmer's face comes back.I wish his dreams start breathing again.
I wish the 'coolness' goes away and those 'un-cool' villagers wake up to a bright sunny day tomorrow.Let all the curses of the 'cool' guys and gals of our city fall on me, but not on those 'un-cool' workers who feed our nation.

I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... n i still don't...