since i was small, and i guess this would be true of most folks, whenever it rained, i felt either happy or sad or frustrated, whatever, but i never felt scared. today i feel scared.

it has already rained more than it should in the city in which i live in. in fact, it has already rained more than it ever has, and it's still going strong. while i write this, there's a gentle drizzle outside. my periwinkles, lovingly cultivated, have succumbed to fungal infections. my young Amaltas (Cassia fistula) has lost all leaves (in August!).

my entire garden is in a disarray and i don't think this is just some careful pattern of middle-age human angst.

i am not really scared of the prospect that the world seems to be reaching it's end due to global warming. i'm scared of what happens when other people also start feeling scared.

this is the beginning of a world. the real trouble is that there are so many worlds...

yesterday, a post-graduate of metallurgical engineering, 13 years after his post-graduation undertook a 2.5 hour training course in employee retention (retention = the opposite of attrition) and no one laughed!

somehow it doesn't make sense.