Being helpless.

“What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,
Oh let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.”
― Gerard Manley Hopkins 

Being helpless is the most terrible experience in this world. So I lived for three days last week, when I watched one of my favourite trees in the world go down to the axes of ruthless humans.

Well, that beautiful old tree that stood oh-so-majestically in my neighbourhood property, is no more. Will miss all the grandeur and all the joy that I associated with the tree, will miss watching the thousands of animals and birds who had made that big, strong tree their home.

That grand old tree is gone. Forever.
Like many other grand old trees.
Bye bye trees, hellow climate change!
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Home isnt home anymore, without the comforting presence of that tree there! :(

Blues.

PS: I begin with a PS, which in this case stands for pre-script.
PS: When you cant write prose, you write poetry; but when you cant bring yourself to learn what you need to, you sit and write prose.
PS: PS is over. Over to AS aka actual script:


I have a blue suit. It has brown frills. It has flowers on it.
I wore it to a wedding today.
I think it looked dressy.
It made me feel surreal.
I felt glad to get out of it.
Blue suits with brown frills and flowers = not my idea of sartorial elegance.

PS: There is no post script. :)

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.