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Towards (a)Tomorrow-2-Romancing the Rain

Towards (a)Tomorrow-2-Romancing the Rain

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Published by Dilshan Boange
The second of the Towards (a) Tomorrow column being written for The Nation newspaper in Sri Lanka.
The second of the Towards (a) Tomorrow column being written for The Nation newspaper in Sri Lanka.

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Published by: Dilshan Boange on Nov 13, 2011
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By Dilshan Boange
 Romancing the rain…
We like to complain about things, sometimes we
love
to complain about things. Its part of being human Isuppose. People complain about people, politics, the government and also the
weather 
. Sometimes thathas a purpose for all too mundane everyday banal conversation. What is the point of it? Well sometimes itgives people
something 
to talk about. And making seemingly useless conversation with people when weare thrust into company is a kind of humanness in a way. Sounds pathetic? Well there is a truth to it right?
‘Don’t curse the rain’
Saturday night, 29th October I was told by Mahinda Kappetipola (a maternal uncle) ‘Putha don’t cursethe rain’. I came late to a family gathering, a
bana
sermon, and so having got caught to the rain I thoughtit was almost my duty to say something which is all too routine and timely and of course human. He saidin a decade or so people will be crying for rain as global warming intensifies. ‘Don’t curse the rain.’ Hesaid in a tone of genuine urgency.
On foot, in the rain
There is something seductive in the rain when it comes down in the evenings; towards dusk. I havealways found the rain has a romanticness of its own. And I am not alone in that belief. I was reminded of 
 
this the following day, 30
th
October between 4.00-4.30 pm as I walked under a steadily growing rain tothe bus stop of the Kotte junction, shielded by my umbrella. When caught in the rain at a busy hour on a busy road, generally it’s the inconvenience, the hassle we face, hurdling the numerous troubles that assailus in such a situation that preoccupies our mind. But I was seduced by the rain…
‘Shelby’…
When I was an undergrad in Colombo campus there was a friend, a girl, from the senior batch who later  became (for a short period) a daily late-night-text-chat friend. Owing to two particular ‘knock knock’ jokes we traded at the outset, I called her Shelby; she called me Shirley. One night as we texted, somehowthe
rain
came in to discussion. I told Shelby I thought the rain has ‘a romance of its own’ she repliedgleefully, she felt the same, and called me a ‘fellow romantic’ for my perspective on the rain. I told her how, once, years ago, I was entranced by the enchanting beauty of the rain at a twilight like time, sitting by the large picture window at McDonald’s Colpetty with a friend who was utterly absorbed in wolfingdown the chicken McRice we had ordered. I watched the world outside suddenly turn blurry as the rainturned from a drizzle to a downpour. And how the light made everything appear ‘in transition’. A changeof pace in all things living. A change of 
time
as the day was beginning to fade. She said the way Idescribed it was ‘mesmerising’. She told me she loved watching lighting sketch images against the nightsky…
A sight to behold
As I negotiated my steps along the rainy path that evening, Phil Collins’s ‘Wish it would rain down onme’ began playing in my head. And then as I came up to Parliament road I was captivated by the sight of the
Diyawanna
and the scene in the distance spanning beyond, appearing misty and slightly silhouettedalmost, by the rain. I was not bothered about how soaked my jeans were knee down. I wasn’t feelingirked by the mud in my sandals. There are better things to let my mind take in. I was now at the bus stopon the side of the newly grassed bank. But I wasn’t looking out for the bus. I gazed at the great body of water come alive by countless ripples caused by the rain. I must capture something of this moment, Ithought. And thanks to my dear friend from College Deshaka Perera who gifted me a couple of years agoa ‘camera phone’, I was able to do that. I snapped a few pictures from different angles. The two men atthe bus stop whose faces spoke of anguish caused by the weather looked at me curiously. And in a bit theyounger of the two took out his phone and looked at the scene (that he had had his back to all this time)through a ‘frame’. He also took a few snaps…We can complain about the weather, we can let its little inconveniences make us fuss about it. But unlessif it hasn’t caused us any real
loss
, why not try to see what beauty may be around us. Let your senses livea little when moments of respite could be just right in front of you. Afford yourself the chance to romancethe beauty that may surround you, rather than let the negativity of some negligible anxiety beleaguer you.It’s how you take it, after all.

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