Petrichor

Yes that’s the smell of rain on dry ground.

On the parched mind of mine,
when there is a downpour of shine.
out come such lines.

Woven on my countenance,
a distributed rainbow too can be seen.
Its colour dispersed across my cheeks,
And the arc inverted over my lips.

How to name it?
The “it” here is my blog.
The answer lay in the word “Petrichor”.
A perfect Greek word,
for this Indian’s English lines.

This guy who wrote the above lines did not exist 21 years ago.
All my past, all I’ve been is this guy who would manipulate sentences spoken into funny jokes.
Always believed that dreaming and writing was a jobless poet’s job.
Used to wonder how a person can be so damn unproductive.

I guess the word “unproductive” gave me away. Hmm..trueI’ve been an engineer all along.
It’s in the genes you see.
Never been the kind who wrote anything.

@ College as an electronics and communications engineer, I engineered stuff with diodes, transistors and resistors.
@ Work as software engineer, am engineering stuff with code.
Even when I started writing, I did not write it, I engineered it. That was the first time, I saw the product. “Saw” is not the word. “Felt” is the word. (Psst..Psst..you know what…I was thinking of calling the blog “Felt Pen”….It was only later did I that realise such a word did not exist. It's “Felt tipped pen”. How ignorant of me?). I felt the product. Not a tangible one though. As a friend of mine once told, "it is better left untold".
The experience was in one word, “satisfying” -as bold as it gets.

I have not written much. I don’t know if I will continue to either. The irony is, I am being a true modern civil engineer here (not Mr.Roark). I am building (note the word) a home here, totally ignorant of the future inhabitants, totally unanswerable to the question that I ask myself “Will there be any inhabitants at all?”.

Coming to the point, if I was a true poet / writer (I doubt if I can even imagine being one. That explains it. When I cannot even imagine, how can I be one? Keyword: Imagine – (effect of reading technical papers) – and this braces inside braces funda tells you how much of a mathematician I am), I would have named my blog Petrichor.

Looking at the above sentence philosophically, an engineer / mathematician lives inside “(“ and “)”, and the poet…???

Kripa……Where have you been hiding this philosopher in you? Or is this too a manifestation of the poet? ..... I am getting goosebumps.

Continuing from where I left, ya…..My past surfaced as I was typing the name of my blog in the small text box (it did not feel like me) and I decided to call it “2 minute doodles”. (I guess people who know me, will be able to relate to it better when I say “my past”).

Mr.so-called-writer told Mr-so-called-engineer, “Hey, you took your space with the font-size of 24 alrite...Better put me at least in the area with a font of 12”..So that explains the reason behind this blog.

I feel like a person enjoying the Multiple Personality Disorder.

Let’s see what future holds…