0 Editors' Note

Volume XIII; AUGUST 2011

The rain fell that day...

From mournful burdened clouds gray...

The rain fell that day...

And washed all affliction, sadness and hurt away!!

This issue of N-Zine, the No Nonsense eNtertainment Magazine is showered with wonderful depictions of Rains from our wonderful contributors who have spread their frangrance very much like the fragrance of first rains.

In the next issue we shall be talking bout our very own Teacher Dear, commemorating the birthday of Dr. Sarvapalli Radhakrishnan.

If you would like to be a part of this magazine, have helpful suggestions for us or just for your valued feedback, email us at nzinemag@gmail.com. 

The Zineouses

Editorial team

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0 Astraphobia & “Almost Tandoori” Princess

The story unfolds under a dark and dreadful sky. The moon had disappeared among electrically charged clouds and Thor (God of thunder and lightning) was lashing Chennai because Loki again hid his Tandoori Chicken.

Nature is a dark horse, a total chupi rustum. She will act all innocent and lovely but stored in her kitty are the weapons of mass destruction. One of them is a blinding beauty called Lightning - who can heat up the air to 20,000 degree Celsius – about three times the temperature of the surface of the sun.

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0 My First Raindrops

Flash in the sky creates magical dimples,

Clouds scream in chorus, generate wistful ripples

Streaks of light splitting the tiny rain drops

Ducks wade, horses run, a person hops

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0 With My Head Up In The Clouds

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1 Bordoisila

Had tried to capture the arrival of Bordoisila March 2009 from our terrace

It was a Saturday most probably in the month of March approximately thirty five years back. My dad was newly posted to this small town of Assam. The town had a tiny market comprising of not more than five to six shops. I still remember it had a small general store, one tea shop, a vegetable stall and another meat and poultry shop. It was a ritual to visit the nearby town Tejpur which was just forty kms away every Saturday for our weekly shopping. We were returning to our house after one such very initial trip. The weather was bit cloudy but pleasant. All of a sudden the sky turned almost black. A fierce and strong wind changed the whole weather in few seconds.

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0 A Memory of Mysore Monsoons

Monsoons are always magical. Rains make you feel nice, great, ecstatic. The shift in the air due to the smell of sand when it rains , is a kind which every soul would love. All it did to me today while I was sipping my cuppa all by myself was make memories dance along on my mind like waves at sea. And all those waves seem to have come from Mysore, the place I proudly call ‘Home’.

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0 Come Under My Umbrella

Monsoons are a synonym of happiness, joy and loads of fun. The grey skies can fill anyone’s heart with radiance. Monsoon is the only season when even the crocking of frogs seems like music to ears. The music is everywhere, from drop falling on tin roofs to the splash of water on roads.

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0 Raindrops

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