If you forget me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

Neruda bug again. ;)
PS: I think I've already published this once. :)

Learning.

Is learning that cribbing is not a solution.
That it is not an option even.
Is learning that fears are meant to be faced, straight and square.
That sharing them doesnt make them go away.
Is learning that your fears are yours alone.
To each, his own.

Is learning that an island of serenity can exist amid an ocean of turbulence.
That it is a splendour that cant fade.

In the meanwhile, I have stocked upon books and novels, to keep myself amused.  Classics included.

Profound. Poignant.

So the all important interview is up in three days. But, without having anything to do with the interview, it is a profoundly emotional time for me right now.

My father retired from service yesterday. Three decades of judicial service. Born in very humble surroundings, he is a self made man, who worked all his way up from scratch. Thankfully by then school education was allowed for all children, a privilege his own dad did not have! He studied in a government school, learned his lessons at home without the benefit of an electric lamp, ran a tutorial college for funding his own college studies, became a lawyer, started with Rs.10 as his fees, and rose upto the Highest Court in the State, a Constitutional authority, all by himself - without any so called god fathers anywhere in the field.

Delivering his farewell speech yesterday, taking this trip down his memory lane, he was overcome by emotion, so was I.

You are my true hero, Dad. Always. Forever.

Status quo

Happy. Sad. Normal. Abnormal. Optimistic. Apprehensive. Hopeful. Confused. Lazy. Hopeful. Positive. Anxious. Irritable. Irritated. Happy. Green tea. Yellow covers. Speed posts. Mails and texts that dont come. Chats. Google hang outs. Court rooms. Corridors. Long talks. Yoga. Yoga mats. Moisturizers. Sarees. Cotton white sarees. Hating it. Loving it. Music. Airplanes. Paper planes. Flight. Fright. Fight. Misunderstandings. Communication gaps. Prizes. Third prizes. Globalisation. Mocking. Eating. Cooking. Growing. Farming. Writing. Reading. Staying happy. Shutting up. Making others shut up. Contemplating. Arguing. Learning to speak less. Speaking more. Gaining traction. Tractioning gains. Blogging. Sleepyheads. Off to sleep. Love you world. Eternally happy to be here!

A Vignette

At Kaira, over lunch:

G: Oh! I think the name "Carnation" is pretty cool a name for a car workshop. So creative. A similarly cool one is "being human". I mean I never thought one could just reverse human being and ask people to just "be human" and run philanthropy under that name. Yes people, please be human. That is so on the dot!

N: Duh. I thought it was just the right name for a brand of clothing. Only humans wear clothes no? How more appropriate can it get?

The Niki!!!
I know you're not the mushy type, but *teary eyed* I LOU you, for being crude and primitive and original, and hence inimitable!

PS: I must confess here that I hardly know anything about "being human" or its activities, except that Salman Khan is associated with it.

Ishmael

Ishmael may give you several refreshing ideas, you may not entirely agree. But I just had a heady combination of Ishmael + Life and Times of Michael K! Leaves one bewildered and ashamed of being human.

A Burthday and A Girlfriend and A Boyfriend!

Alibi is the flavour of the season, definitely seems like it!
So while senior political leaders are brandishing alibis to proclaim they werent there at the spot of crime, my student wants me to prop up an alibi before his parents and convince them I am taking class for him whilst he's off celebrating his girlfriend's 21st!