Tuesday, January 4, 2011

On the sidewalks


They call them pavements I think and they say don’t step on the cracks in the pavement! But what do you do when the pavement is made from small blocks?

Interesting question? But even more interesting are pavements you walk on and what you find on them!

At the place where I stay the pavements are on both sides of the street. They are paved in different fashions. Some are with regular terra cotta tiles geometric and red. Some are in small concrete interlocking blocks something like unshelled peanut in shape and grey in color. Some are just made up of concrete paving.

The sidewalks I walk on have drains under them and one has to watch whether any of the drain covers have fallen in.(to ensure that you don’t follow).

Interesting when I pass by a series of car accessories shops closed at that time of the morning. I find shiny pieces and geometric boxes lying scattered. The boxes are in various medleys of colours .Dark blue and sky blue, lettering in gold and silver. Etched and plain. With photos of shining cars and attractive and sometimes skimpily clad girls with dark glasses, pieces of shining plastic papers floating about. Pieces of felt cloth sometimes rags sometimes geometric ovals and ribbons.

There are also one or two shiny flat washers, hexagonal dark grey nuts and bolts lying about and show up like shining jewels in the morning sun. Sometimes these pieces fall together form a pattern of colors textures and plays of reflected light.

On the pavements you will sometimes find a tree still growing abut 10 feet tall and at its base where the soil is exposed a small brave blade of grass waving ,shining and with the bravado of life.

You will see a soft drink bottle cap waiting to be kicked down the road to tinkle as it shoots off!

Some of these pavements are fenced off from the street. I suspect it has more to do wih where to spend money for kickbacks rather than for any other purpose. The fencing is in the form of geometric metallic grills. Perfect for rattling a stick as you walk (since you’re too old to run) alongside.

There a big patch of oil at one place. As you stand there you can look into a apartment compound where a small temple is built. The patch is where a street vendor sells Vada pav in the evenings literally as they say like hot cakes/In he evenings next to his place would be a series of parked two wheelers, cars and a crowd waiting for the deep fried lot to be taken out of the cooking hot oil and served piping hot.

Places on the pavement also tell a story where the key maker has made two sets of holes to anchor pegs to ensure his display of keys and locks stays in place. These are in turn fixed by hooks on flat boards supported by these pegs to forma tent like structure.

At places the street side vendor protects his wares from the elements by a small cover of plastic above the wooden box which supports his display of wares and the poles are again cleverly anchored in existing or made cracks and holes.

Of course pavements differ from place to place. The most unusual one I saw was made of pieces of tree trunks cut into pieces and fixed firmly Vertically!.

And of course stone paved pavements, stone tiles are quite common. However pavements by themselves are quite interesting and have im sure always as story to tell.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The first rains.....

There is a a sudden explosion of Gulmohor flowers in brilliant red outside our window.That's a sure sign that rains on the way! At last!
Till then nights and days are, uncomfortably moving about, with a sheen of sweat which just refuses to go away.
One looks forward to such days because they end in a glorious feeling when you get drenched in the first rain.
The first rain very often comes literally with a flash and bang.A sudden darkening of the sky followed by rumblings and a clothing of the sky in ink black.
Beautiful to see, it brings waves of cool breezes wafting in, heralding in a smell of the wet earth as it rains upwind .
The dark clouds are lined with sunlight and slowly the light fades away as more and more clouds cover the sky and suddenly the atmosphere is broken by flashes of golden light followed by a sudden indescribably loud crack and then deep rumblings.
Especially when the rain starts in the early evening the display is magnificent.The canopy of the sky is covered in the south by clouds.The west is brilliantly lit by contrast by sunlight.The edges of the clouds are flashes of gold and smoke and silver.
Your hair and clothes fly hither and thither.Suddenly you are drenched in a cool wave and then big drops wetting you.The feeling of the first rain on your face is indescribable.
I've never been able to catch sufficient number of drops of rain with my tongue to say whether they are sweet or otherwise.
The rain caresses your face as it falls and slowly running down your face and down your body wetting you and your clothes and covering you it with your own private igloo!
The dust around you will slowly turn darker as it gets wet.Slowly the road turns black and seems to mirror the colour of the sky.
The rain wets the leaves and create a water fall as the water cascades .Unlike trees have different coloured leaves and in the garden next door the tress get super clean and dance as drops fall ,collect and the leaves bow to allow the collected water to flow.You can if you are careful see a myriad of green.Especially so when there is a strong enough breeze.The greens of the mango gulmohar ,bamboo and coconut tress differ in their greens and as they dance the rear side of the leaves is paler in contrast
The rain and wind create a symphony of music.First the tallest ,coconut tree, rustles and the leaves dance like very tall and lissome Masai warriors followed by a quicksilver scampering of bamboo leaves.The bamboo leaves move quickly showing flashes of yellow bamboo stalks.Meanwhile heavy foliage stand still, patiently allowing the rain to pour around and over, solemn and rarely moving.
The first rains often fall in sunlight, and then you can see a far off a opening in the clouds, search lighting a area in a glorious beam.If you are lucky you can see a rainbow.The sunlight lights up the drops on grass stalks like fairy lights. With the rain falling all activity and noise except the sound of the rain slows down and quitens.
Slowly the rain peters down.Night is falling and crickets cheep in unison seemingly louder than normal.The blanket of darkness is suddenly enlightened by a star.Slowly the cloud breaks up and the moon peeps out.Dappled shadows appear.
The first rain leaves you with a feeling of happiness and as though you have found a pot of gold.
Its time to then stop ambling and rush home and dry yourself.Ensure the pot of gold should not leave you with a cold!!!
Have fun
shekhar