Maine tou kiya!!!

...another hour in hand before my next crusade begins...all in all...the whole process of shifting is going smooth, with much comforting breathers in between (Under stress, they work miracles..trust me!!).

With very few hours of sleep in last 4-5 days, I am walking, talking and driving like a zombie yet I have no complains...one of the best things I could do was go along with Bhai to pick Ma and Pa. Meri pyaari maa...mere jeevan ka sabse khoobsoorat sach. Myaar maa jan kui nee ho sakad...It was such a great feeling to hold her hand and walk her down the railway station, while making sure Pa was right beside...parents become your kids with age. With them around, my peace of mind comes back to myself and so does all the pampering. I also experimented photography for the half an hour that I was free awaiting the train and this time with Bhai with me. Mera chota 'bhula'...bhula, as I call him in garhwali...

...and the reason I was itching to post something here - while all good things remain with me for keeps...there is something that I got to vent out too...I WON't, I WON't, I WON't...but then I so much want to, want to, want to...and I guess I Will, I Will, I sure as hell WILL...but alright, I give it to YOU this time...and so I will(NO..please) NOT do it THIS time...and LET it be WITH me (oh fish!)...till the time it can...and then..when I think I should, I MOST definitely WILL...

I know it doesn't make sense...it is not supposed to make sense...and there are no code words I am using. Guess I have just lost it for today. But what the heck, I love it! Life, it ROCKS...am learning...and then I shall unlearn what I learnt...and then I should practically put to use what I unlearn...and then I shall master.....

...and cheers..I managed to go to a temple today...one 'the last I did' smashed!

My Papa

When I was just a tiny kid,
Do you remember when,
The time you kissed my bruises,
Or cleaned by soiled chin?
You scrambled for the balls I hit,
(Short-winded more than not,)
Yet, every time we'd play a game,
You praised the "outs" I caught. (:-) I remember still)
It seems like only yesterday,
You wiped away my tears, (When I missed the championship in 88')
And late at night I called your name,
To chase away my fears.
Though time has changed your handsome grip,
Your hair is snowy white,
You gait's a little slower now,
Thick glasses help your sight. (How I love you in those glasses Pa)
Oh, do I thirst for years gone by,
To be that growing girl,
Re-living all of the memories,
Of growing with my dad.

Popsy, Pa, Dad - God Bless You. Amen. Cheers to your entering SMART SEVENTY, today.


Love you Pa and miss the times I have spent with you...most of them being the playful times...stadium, tennis court, short sprint tracks...the first pair of spikes you got for me...how passionate I was about them...