Sights on New year morning.

The comic sight of charlie cum kgb  ,whom i imagined would be dead drunk and laid out for at least two days [,wishful thinking indeed,] arguing with the watchman at break of dawn, in a streaming brand new lungi and tripping over this unaccustomed apparel ,worn only to convince me of his  minority community status , indianess and that he was not a bird of passage .

The pleasing sight of huge , intricate and artful rangolis drawn on every house front with words in English as a out lineborder wishing all a happy new year..Pleasing to the eye as well as a relief ,that to many it is a year to look forward to and that they have not been bogged down by the non stop blitzkrieg relating to fluids, blood ,gore and fury that has been dominating all forms of media and continues to do so.

The amazing sight of the the long long queue[normally found only during vaikunta ekadesi] outside the temple where whole families had turned up braving the early morning chill , fresh from a bath and clad in new clothes  waiting patiently for their turn to get a darshan of Balaji/Srinivasar and seek his blessing to see them through the year ahead. 

The lively sight of tall youths tapping and tossing balls into baskets with sinewy arms rippling with energy in the adjacent playground.

The scintillating sight of the ever youthful sun though eons old spreading its early morning  mellow butter like yet  brilliant splendour  bathing every stone , pebble, flower, plant ,animal and human beings in equal measure and transforming all the mundane for an instant of time , as some thing sublimely beautiful and appealing .The rare reflection of eternally occurring beauty.

The auspicious sight of a milk man carrying a pail overflowing with milk ,the droplets spilling out ,shining with the subtle luminosity of pearls , illumined by the  golden rays of the morning sun..