Mausam Adyatan (Weather Update)-A one minute Radio script

When I say I love my course, I say it for a reason.
The first assignment given to us in the second year was to write a one minute radio script for any channel, on any topic, with no limitations of space and time(The geo-astro space and time, of course. It costs a lot otheriwse :P). It was an assignment for the paper in Broadcast Journalism.
It has taught us that one of the features of Radio is that the programming is done in a manner which is apt for its audience. It is regionalised and concentrated in that regard. Deriving from that, I was sure it had to be entertaining and funny. I chose to write a programme that delivers weather updates in a witty, conversational way since I thought that it was one of the few things which could have been justified in a minute's time. Hindi, as difficult as it could get, was obviously chosen to beat the wireless transmission of monotony.
Credits-
1.Purnima Malhotra for listening to my blah blah, since it is impossible for me to work without constantly chattering on gtalk.
2.Google Translator ;)

Here goes the script-

सुप्रभात!
आज के मौसम अद्यतन में आपका स्वागत है.
प्रसिद्ध संगीत निर्देशक अनु मलिक के प्रसिद्ध गीत "देखो बारिश हो रही है" के इंटरनेट डाउनलोड लगभग पचास प्रतिशत बढ़ गए हैं. भारत के आसूचना ब्यूरो की माने तो इसका कारन है दिल्ली में हुई भारी बरसात. जहाँ गाज़ियाबाद पर इंद्र देवता ने अपनी कृपा नहीं बरसाई, वहीँ नॉएडा में हिमपात के खंड भी पाए गए. कुल मिलाकर इस दिन को ताज़गी प्राप्त हुई. मुख्यमंत्री शीला दिक्षित ने इंडिया गेट पर "शीला की जवानी" पर अद्भुत नृत्य करते हुए अपनी ख़ुशी ज़ाहिर करी.
आज के लिए केवल इतना ही. यदि जिंदा रहे तो कल की संभव बरसात में फिर मिलेंगे.

The Eternal Timelag

She closed her eyes to take that jump into the pool of meditation. It was her addiction that not only comforted her, but also took her to the valley of strangers where she had no expectations. That was always pleasant. But on the other hand, her thoughts caged her with the fear of loss. Certainty could come and jolt her anytime. The wing of ideation always took her to the flight of dreams. If you build a castle out of sand, would you rather let the waves destroy it or do that on your own? She did ponder upon. Yet the waves became a friend that she entrusted, not herself.

She did want to capture those waves in her words, but their lucidity always escaped her ink.

If only one picture could define you for a day, which one would it be?