Saturday, October 15, 2011

Where is the sound gone???



Placing acoustical design for architects in hand I looked wide to the sky, it is indeed too hot here. Rain is not ready to give a guest appearance and humidity is hurting the earth surface as hard as it can.

Now in the late hours of day with full opened window and fan running at its best above the head not making considerable changes.

With a wish for a sudden sleep I tried several times and failed. Now i am seeking help of test book well known sleeping pills for students. The train passing nearby whistled at a moderate sound wishing me a good night and I opened my book with regret and turned pages carelessly....

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She walked alone through that dark empty corridor...

She wished to have a companion when the loneliness was trying to make her afraid then ignored... life alone is well experienced....

She reached near the riverside so clean and pure having three plants of different flowers so beautiful...

She extended her hand towards one and suddenly windrowed when a realisation came...

She moved to a valley of mythical characteristic...

A valley of sound...

It is the valley where our sounds are going... the waves of sounds will fade in to this unknown valley...

In that unknown valley full of sound... there I can hear the deepest whispers and cries of millions...

I walked for hours through that magical valley listening to all sounds...

The sudden splash of light stuck on my eyes and I lost my concentration...

With uneasiness’ I opened my eyes

Acoustical design for architects is still in my hand....

Where is the sound gone???

Rain and its expressions



“After a dry full summer at last sky accepted the love request of earth and his love for her is pouring with no limits”
When he first feels the coldness of rain it was like making everything dirty at those childhoods. When it became a restriction to his playground he fatherly began to hate the rain.
He never noticed those sparkling drops rolling from the unseen corner of his roof, falling in to the mirror like floor and splitting into pieces.
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It was she who made him love the rain. When in love everything was beautiful. He compared her eyes to those rain drops which reflect a millions of happiness for him.
Walking through the shabby corner of the campus under one umbrella when she suddenly get hold of his hand he was never knowing that it was the love that he was waiting...
With her he began to enjoy the rain, feel the rain and love the rain.
Through the roads with her behind it was like a dream come true for him. He rides fast in that flashing rain. She holds him tight, they together and the rain together make the needle of the clock turn.
It was unexpected that he didn’t notice the hole in the road. it was the same road through which he ridded last 24 years of his life but from where the stupid hole came in between.
The sudden jerk in the bike make him disturbed and lost balance. She lost her hold and fell down. The large lorry behind failed to notice all these dramas
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In the burial ground when everything was silent rain fell so hard in rhythm
He failed to hear the unknown music of the rain all in his mind was her thoughts
He turned back and walks with no umbrella
Rain is falling heavily to hurt him
Once again he began to hate the rain, its stupid music and unforgettable pains....

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