Smelly Cat!!!

The other day my boyfriend told me that winters as a season is the one he loves the most..& he was quiet shocked that my favorite season is summer..& also he was a little disappointed that we do not share similar favorites(I thought opposite poles attract each other). I have had this conversation with many people..which has made me establish a fact that I am a weirdo...mostly people love winters as they love to wear woolen clothes, jackets, muffler, scarves & all, the rest love winters as they love cuddling inside the blankets.
Why do I like summers? I have given this a lot of thought & now I have reached to the conclusion which is very special in a very special way to me & that is I love summers because it is the season when I used to play racetip( thats what we knew hide n seek as) with my friends, I love summers as I love the fragrance of summer flower mogra..my mom would make a little garland of those buds & put it on my hair with a hair clip every day before I left for my play time...I love summers because I loved the vacations, I love summers as my mom would be at home during the vacations through out the day with me...I love summers because my cousins & grandmother would come home for around ten long days...I also love summers because as a child I would always try & help my grandpa while he is gardening & then would intentionally get drenched with the water of the garden pipe. Do all these reasons not suffice???

Sometimes a simple thing is very special to you but nobody would understand the reasons.But we do not need explainatory reasons for everything under the sun, you can just love something..a piece of paper, smell of old books, smell of petrol , a particular t-shirt which might not even fit you now, a towel or anything for that matter.Also there should not be any gender bias to all these things like only a girl can love a stuffed toy..a boy can also have some childhood memories attached with a stuffed bunny rabbit..does that sound gay to you? A guy does not need to have interest in sports as a must.
well I have this strange feeling that with development in technologies we ourselves have started being very mechanical.We have a lot of exposure to knowledge which I do not deny is important but I feel the way the new concepts have made our brains there home...its eating us from within like those termites...we no more beleive in the simple things like watching an unrealistic flick like "Dil to Pagal hai" ...I myself would make fun of it now...but one thing which strikes me is that dont we watch movies to get entertained? then why do we look for realistic stories to be screened?

All of us have now gone through a lot of drastic & dramatic changes...we are not the person now who would not mind spending some tears on the death of a TV show character..we are adults now & adults do not cry...& come on you have to practical in life..it is not a joke eh !!At times I struggle to act practical...at heart I still want be that kid who would run around crying as my cousin sisters are leaving for there home after those ten days..

Now I live in a city where I do not smell those mogra buds in my grand pa's graden any more, I do get the fragrance at the traffic signals during summers when those little homeless boys are selling those 'gajras'..I was with my boyfriend returning from a movie, at the signal the boys came with that fragrance & as there routine asked my friend "Sir Madam ke liye le lo" he smiled & replied "madam nahi lagati gajra"..I wish I could tell him that yes I put those little gajras during summers..but somehow "being practical" stopped me to share my feelings for the same & thought I will get those 'gajras' when I am alone & enjoy my summer. Now during summers there is no mom at home making rasna for me...now there is no more assisting my grandpa during gardening...but still I love summers because I have some wonderful, cherished memories of the season.To keep the feelings alive I have few plants in my terrace & I water them with a garden pipe everyday..to keep the feeling alive that its time when mom is at home through the day I call her anytime & everytime to find that she is not preoccupied.

Now I understand that if you like something simple in a very special way...it has to do something with your childhood. All these thoughts came in my mind while watching an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S where a character Phoebe- a singer by profession discovers that her dad used to sing her a lullaby in the tune on which she has composed her favorite song ....

"Smelly Cat..smellly cat..what are they feeding you,
Smelly cat, smelly cat its not your fault..
The lyrics here do not make any sense & till the time I did not know the significance it has ..it made me laugh but now I wish I could meet Phoebe & thank her for making me realise that I do not need to have reasons for liking everything..& need not explain anybody these special feelings.Sometimes being an emotional fool is absolutely fine for me.