Me

I cannot be a brilliant person. I have done so many mistakes in my life to be branded brilliant.

Time to reflect on life. Almost 44 years to reflect on. Suddenly realised that I have spent more years outside India. How  could that be? How could so many years pass by without being noticed? How could I lose so many close to my heart. My son, mom, both sisters!

Want to have drink. At 12 noon you idiot? What about people you love who cannot have drink to bury their sorrows at high noon? What will they do? They swallow their pain and get on with life.

Pieces of happiness

My old friend Kalam is gone. They buried him yesterday evening. In Arundati Roy’s words, what remains is a Kalam shaped whole left in the universe and the unfolding memories of a bygone era.
We drift away from people close to us. We store pieces of happiness away for future use and then forget to use them. Life is full of forgotten pieces of happiness. When we remember they are lost for ever!

Going home by sea route

Few years back when I was younger and the seeds of going home started sprouting and interest in sea kayaking (Inspired by The Happy Isles of Oceania: Paddling the Pacific by Paul Theroux), plans were made to pack up and ship everything by container, travel to Oman and hit the sea at Ras Al Jinz (Turtle Beach) in a Klepper and row 939 km in a straight line to Dwarka light house. Probably break a kayaking record and get into the record books in the process or die trying.

That was few years back. All plans got shelved due to business loss. Age has caught up now. Wisdom developed further. Self confidence dwindled. Dwarka light house is still 939 plus distance from Dubai to Ras Al Jinz away.

Back to the drawing board!