My Confused Thoughtz

A girl and A boy...

2009-09-02T12:58:00.000-07:00

Could life be so cruel? The party had ended with a triumphant bang. Not for her though. All throughout, her eyes had wandered towards the one and only person with whom she wanted to dance; but he would not even look at her.

However, as she was getting her coat on there was a cough behind her followed by, "Hey! Elizabeth! Can I help you with that?” Her heart skipped a beat. There was no mistaking that quiet, sincere voice. "Sure thing" she replied. He helped her on with her coat and made small talk about the party to which she knew not what she replied.

"So how are you getting back home?" he asked her. "Oh! I live just a few blocks from here down GreenSide Road. It's a short walk and I enjoy it especially at this time." He looked at her with some curiosity and said, "Well, that's great. I live close by too so if you don't mind I'll just join you?". “But don't you have to be with Gloria?" The green monster within her had said it aloud before she could stop it. He gave her a cold, penetrating look and said, "We are just friends! She is with her boyfriend now. Shall we go?"
She nodded all her senses on high alert now. She had prayed and waited, re-prayed and re-waited every single time for this moment and now that it was here she was so unprepared. Ever since that first meeting she had been charmed by his unassuming manners, sharp wit and gentleness. Since then she had craved to be with him alone for just a moment and here it was finally. And the beauty was that it was in accordance with her long standing fantasy - that of having the love of her life walk alongside her on a bright, moonlit night accompanied by the soothing sound of gently flowing water.

They crossed the garden walking slowly towards the wooden bridge that overlooked a small creek. "You know! I love this route; I love the creaky old bridge, the view of the trees, the water below... I come here often when I feel lonely or want some peace and quiet. I..." Aware that she was rambling in her nervousness she stopped, her cheeks flushing. He gazed at her for a moment and took her hand. Her heart soared. Was this going to be the night when all her prayers would be answered? She looked up to find the moon but could not see it, and her spirits swayed a little.

She stopped to lean against the railing and stare at the water below. He stood adjacent with his back to the water staring at her. She raised an enquiring glance to which he replied, "I like it better this way! You look so lovely tonight and this lilac colour suits you so beautifully". She was too overcome with emotion to say thank you. He moved closer to her and took her in his arms. "Oh no!” she thought. "It cannot happen today. There is no moon. Stop being so silly!” she chided herself. Oblivious to her mental charade, he pulled her closer and kissed her, tenderly at first and then deeply, wildly, passionately. The moon came out of its cloudy abode and shone out with a brilliance that engulfed both of them in a spot-light.

"Oh! This is just perfect", she thought. The gods in heaven were doing everything to make her the happiest being on earth. They finally broke apart and he said, "I have to confess something!” She stared into his soft, brown eyes and waited expectantly."I live nowhere close to your house. In fact, I live 3 miles in the opposite direction." She looked at him and felt a love so deep and pure it almost shook her. She smiled and then sealed the bond with a bone-breaking hug and finally laid her face close to his heart. He felt the presence of her entire being. Her sweet smelling chestnut-brown hair, slim figure and captivating smile. He held her close and thought, "My biggest fantasy is accomplished. Could life be so great?"

(I hear that true love is hard to find. For those who have my heartiest congratulations and for those who have not; it's still there, look for it. I also hear that soul mates, true love, pure love, live for one another etc. etc. are just words without any basis. I completely disagree. I think it all depends on what you choose to believe. This post is dedicated to all those people who believe and belong in the beautiful world of Cupid.)

The Plan

2009-05-17T03:54:00.000-07:00

He was tired and hungry, but he dared not move. All his senses were on an alert tonight. It was just one of those days where instinct and intuition prevailed over sense and reason. His friends (he chose to call them that; it simplified things) thought he was being paranoid but they had all decided to stick together so there they were.

The hours slipped away. It must have been well past midnight now. His fellow companions were getting impatient. He himself longed to get this over with; visions of a filled stomach and warm, comfortable night were looming in his mind. But, he knew this was important. He thought of his mother, her brutal murder and his resolve strengthened. He thought of the others injured painfully and knew they would not survive if this mission was not successful.

The plan was simple. Stick together, hurry to the dungeon, take what they required and hurry away before the enemy found out what had happened. His friends thought he was taking unnecessary precaution when he had asked them all to stay well and clear from the doorway. They thought the enemy would definitely not be here tonight. After all, the enemy had not come for almost three days. But he knew better than that. He who had seen not one, not two but three deaths and nearly escaped two times. He shuddered to think of it.

As the darkness and weariness grew on he knew it was time. And finally, he gave the signal. There was instant activity. Everyone hurried over to different corners of the dungeon and approached their targets. However, as all plans have flaws so did this one. It was too late to realize the glitch. Instead of carrying all the supplies back safely, his companions already starving and exhausted were overcome by the immensity and started having their own fill before carrying some back. He was aghast at their behavior. He urged them to head back but to no avail.

And then it happened. There was a blinding white light. For a split second everyone was paralyzed. Then they hurried away helter-skelter each trying to find the safest position to hide. The enemy had arrived.

He himself was cowering in fear behind what seemed like a huge boulder. He thought on his feet. How long before the enemy realized they were there? He looked around desperately for an escape route but everything seemed to lead straight to the enemy. And then he heard it. One ear piercing scream and shout and he knew they had been exposed.

Wham! Wham! Another shout. Wham! The attack had started. His companions running to find new hiding places. He himself searching for some way to leave his current hideout which he knew would be found in a matter of seconds.

And then he saw it. A clear sure way of getting away from the enemy. It was far away and he would surely have to expose himself but it was worth the try. He built up his courage and surged ahead full speed not looking anywhere but his target. He passed dead bodies but he allowed himself not to feel. There would be time for that later. He ran for dear life and then he felt the crushing weight on him and knew the enemy had found his mark.

The enemy raised to strike again and then it all came back to him. His mother's murder. She had not given up. She had fought till the end. He too vowed to fight till the very end. He would do her that honor. He raised his injured leg and once again moved forward to his goal and then came the second strike. It was more painful than he had ever thought. He felt his body go limp but he still resolutely carried forward with his last ounce of energy.

The enemy was angry that he had still survived the blow. And then came the gas. The final weapon. He knew he had to be a tough one for the enemy to use that. As the gas was taking away the remnants of his breath he knew he had done justice to his mother and himself. He knew there would be other leaders who would succeed in the mission. It had not been a failed cause. He knew it.

His last few moments were spent listening to the enemy muttering something like, "Shit! This Hit spray is almost over. Have to go buy another one. Spend another hundred bucks on these monsters!"

Mine... Yours... Our... INDIA

2008-09-26T05:13:00.000-07:00

Scenes from India - The Big Picture - Boston.com

Any and every Indian should take a look at the above link. I mean it! My words and writings will be insufficient and will definitely not do justice to explain the pictures and thought process behind each and every one of the 34 pictures. Beautiful/unprocessed photography with a meaning is hard to find today but each one of these pictures exemplify every thing that India is today... and of course leaves behind a question... do you want India to be like this in the future?

I hail from Mumbai. As a result I know and have actively participated in the delightful moments and intricacies of the 'Ganesh Chaturthi' and the 'Janamashtami' festival. These festivals although well celebrated across the country hold special and large scale attention in Mumbai.

Now, I am not going to bore you with dates, facts and figures and cultural history of these festivals (You might as well find it on Wiki).I want to write about how these festivals affect the common household (mine being one of them).

Janamashtami -
You all know this is Lord Krishna's birthday. So, we are supposed to be ready by early morning (9:00 - 9:30 in my view is early). My mother informs me: "You are supposed to fast today. No salty items/no chocolates". "Yipee!!!", I say. Confused eh? Well it goes like this. A fast for us Gujjus is a whole day with the best of goodies that can ever be found. It includes fruit salad with the tastiest of fruits, special home made sweets (Kheer/Shreekhand/Laddoos/Halwa etc. etc.), special fasting food called 'farshan'... The whole day goes like this. In the end I end up eating more than I ever do on a normal day. Best way to celebrate Lord Krishna's birthday isnt it? Anyway he stole so much curd and all so he doesnt have any right to complain! Of course this way of fasting is just me and other kids who dont fast rigorously. Older people do it on a stricter scale and more religiously (but we'll leave it to them okie).

So now, comes the main part. Filling millions of balloons with water and making them ready. This is for the 'Govindas' (24th and 25th picture in the site). It goes like this: Societies tie a handi/matki (filled with curd/milk/sweets) across 2 buildings or at the top of the tree(It is quite high up; The highest in Mumbai goes upto the seventh or eighth storey). Then a group of Govindas (Krishna devotees) are invited to the building and their job is to make human pyramids and break the matki. Whilst doing this the residents of the building make it harder for them to reach the matki by throwing water ballons/milk balloons/buckets of water with such force that they loose their balance and fall. This is a team effort from the residents of the entire society.
I stay on the eighth floor. Pretty cool and very advantageous. So the kids of the eighth floor group together (we were four rascals) and we sit together and analyse our strength (number of balloons we have bought the previous day). We divide them equally and then each one goes to their bathrooms and start filling up their balloons with water. A pretty tedious process I assure you especially for the mothers whose clean house early in the morning now looks like a mini Pacific Ocean. We would have just finished the preparations when we hear: 'Govinda Aala Re aala..." and we run to our balconies only to find out that they would be in the neighboring society. We watch gleefully and wait for them to come to ours. They do and with all pomp and show. They dance, they fool around and they sing songs. At this time the music is relaxed. Suddenly you hear a difference in the music being played. It gets more concentrated and faster. Our heart beats start racing (as mine is right now while typing this and visualising the scene). This is a cue for the 'govindas' to start the process of 'breaking the matki'. They form the first layer, then the second more experienced people climb and form a layer on top of them, then the third. Now, is the precise time to start raining balloons and water. The smallest and lightest of them all climbs the final tier and slosh! a racing balloon from an experienced thrower throws him off his balance and down he goes tumbling taking the tier with him.

They dance a little again and start the process all over. This goes on three-four times depending on when our balloons and expertise get exhausted or when they get the better of us. Finally, they break the matki finish the curd and milk and with the same enthusiasm and procession make their way out to another building.

On a completely different note here - Dont kill me please - But, I could not help wondering. What the hell are we doing learning all these team management and team building skills and techniques in big big companies? What training? What sessions have these guys attended to render them so harmonious and so well co-ordinated with their team? As I mentioned before some matkis are at a height of seven storeys. So the top most person's life is literally controlled by his 'team-mates' below. If he falls, he breaks his head. But till date we have not heard a single casualty to have occurred on Janamashtami day. When the top person falls people below are always ready and on their guard to help him. The human tiers formed are very well rehearsed and synchronised. How about inviting them to give us a session?
So after they leave there is pretty much nothing else to do other than eat all yummy things I mentioned before (am writing all this without any regard to your watering mouth I know). Also, I know you are thinking of being invited to my house for next Janamashtami but No! Thank You! :-)
Jaishreekrishna!

Ganesha Chaturthi -
I have relatively less to write on this one and by this time I am sure you all are already bored. Anyway, the thing that intrigues me is the precision, creativity and skill that goes in making each Ganesha for this special 10 day festival. Devotees get a Ganesha idol of their choice made and do Pooja for 10 days. The tenth day is the day of immersion. On the tenth day all families with their Ganeshas proceed towards the sea. With each Ganesha accompany a lot of relatives, friends and merrymaking and great dancing. Smaller families take small Ganeshas whilst big temples and organisations have idols which are several feet in size and are made beautifully with a lot of thought and sometimes based on a central theme.
Our father used to take us to watch the immersion process. We used to stand at one side of the road where there is a junction so we can see the passing idols.
There was a Ganesha once that was made with lakhs and lakhs of 25 paise coins. It was a remarkable 10 foot long idol and was making its way slowly for immersion. It has always remained in my memory. There are several others too, like in the first picture in the website the Ganesha is depicted to be a form of Lord Krishna. Another one made the Ganesha look like a King dressed in royal robes. Various other combinations and innovative idols are made. If you are interested please write to me. I will forward some links on the making of each idol.
The festival goes on all night long till early morning and then too you will see some remnants of this beautiful and memorable day.
Bolo Shree Ganesh Ki Jai!

Mommy Dear...

2008-08-11T04:50:00.000-07:00

This should have been my first post. You know how everything in life starts with your mom. Your first peck on the cheek, first hug, first slap etc. And of course as Hindi movies have made us believe your first word is always 'Ma'. However I kept postponing writing this one in light of other events. But, returning home and hugging my mother after 8 loooonngg months has propelled me to write this. Am not much into dedications but this one is 'just for her'.

In a particular dialog in 'Main Hoon Na' Zayed Khan says: "Haan Ma hain na! Sabki Hoti Hain". To which SRK replies: "Nahin sabki nahin hoti". That one made me sit up. One of the rare occasions when I have paid attention to dialog in a Shahrukh Khan flick. Anyway, this one made me think how lucky I am to have a mom and also how painful it is to have one. I mean seriously! It's painfully irritating about how moms are always right about stuff. For example when I push away my plate that has ugly green leafy vegetables on it she is like "One day when you wont get home food you'll understand!" Uugh! I have been realizing the truth of that statement since the last five years that I have been away from home.

Another painful habit that moms have is the 3 step morning ritual. First of all, I am sure most of you will agree with me that even an alarm clock as loud as a fire engine siren fails to wake you up but one big yell from your mom and you are on your feet 'Aye Sir! Aye Sir!'. Every mom more or less has a deadline when their kids should wake up (that is in vacation). My mom's deadline is not that bad, not that good either but I am not complaining (Cant afford to, to her at least). It's between 8.30 and 9.00. This means the first call (shout) is at 8.30. Aww! mom just 5 minutes. Second one at 8.45. Fan is switched off, curtains are drawn... GROAN!!! Am almost awake now waiting for the final command. At 9 sharp, (she does not even have to see the time) PRIYANKA! getting up or not! This girl really does not listen! Everyday I have to wake her up! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! (I have already run inside the bathroom). Stumble out of the bathroom, still half asleep and sit at the table. Dad, reading the morning paper says in a philosophical tone: "When we were your age..... " (Sigh! here it goes again) "We used to get up early in the morning with the sunrise and start working and...... " (I have already switched off).

The next mom thing is the gigantic glass of milk that she places in front of you. What is it with mom and milk and kids. She has taken it into her head that unless you empty this mug till its last drop you will not survive another day. Its like an ancient divine tradition that should not be broken or questioned even for a day. So, after you are awake and have had your milk the only thing left to do that she is concerned about is taking a bath. Its not possible to take a book and keep reading, not possible to browse the net, not possible to chat on the phone till you have heeded her word and taken a shower which faithfully completes the 3 step process (only to have her repeat it tirelessly every single day). And she does all of this without altering her daily routine of cooking, cleaning and countless other chores.

There is another thing about moms that is equally irritating and much more painful namely, 'The Silent Treatment'. This happens when you do something 'majorly wrong/naughty'. (For guys who are unaware of this one I suggest you go through every word of this as you will definitely get it from your girlfriends/wives if not from your moms.) So, this is when she stops talking to you entirely sometimes for hours also. Its the perfect example of the quiet before the storm. Believe me it is pure torture. Worse than drills that they make us do in sports practice. All the time you are praying 'Oh! c'mon mom! Just shout at me and say something and finish it off! But she will take her own merry sweet time to come around before she unleashes her full wrath and boy! its bad when you get it left, right, center, top, bottom, upper, lower mid... everywhere. Me being a naughty one really had a lot of that.

Another well known fact about mothers is that they just happen to make great food! Anyway, painful or not I am sure all of us who have had the privilege of having a mother cannot do without one. For starters, she makes the most awesome food in the whole entire universe. And then, whether it is to find an important file that has been misplaced, putting a hand on your head during exams, telling you not to get wet in the rain or just being there for you, it is impossible to do without her. Finally, as Rani Mukherji sums it up in another touching dialog from Hum Tum: "Bhagwan har jagah nahin ho sakte isliye unhone ma ko banaya".

This automatically takes me to the current plight of Niketa Mehta. I read that bloggers, gynecologists and doctors all across the country are discussing this so let me add my two cents (I hope though that it is worth more than that). If I hurt myself even a little and have some wounds on me my mother gets disturbed and upset and starts worrying. So what would be the predicament of a mother if she has to see her little one growing big with an unusual deformity? In today's achievement and success driven society every mother wants her kid to have the best and be the best. Won't Mrs. Mehta feel that her child has started almost 50 rings below the rest of the children in the success ladder? (and that is taking into consideration that the child even has a chance to see the ladder, much rather reach it). Agreed there are children who make it big even after having such deformities but if a handicapped child can be spared the pain from entering this world then why not? Medical bills itself will kill the family and added to that they have to see their child undergo pain every single moment when it could have been spared that agony. I could go on and on but let me just end here with agreeing to Charles Dickens when he says "The Law is an Ass" and of course in defense of the poor mother who has to be dependent on HC judges to decide her future and the future of her child.

A salute to all mothers.

Home Alone

2008-07-07T03:06:00.000-07:00

I stay in Bangalore. Now for non-Bangaloreans, the mental picture is already in place. Some software engineer, in some god forsaken software company that raves about putting India on the map and boasts of cutting edge technology that she has developed. Anyway, I am not going to write about the pros and cons of being a software engineer or being in a software company. God knows there are more than enough blogs and thousands of forwards in your inbox that do ample justice to these topics.

Talking about living conditions here, I feel I am one of the few fortunate ones to have gotten a decent accommodation at a decent rent. If you are staying in Bangalore you would immediately contact me asking for which place this is and how much is the rent. Why? Well, for starters the rent for a 1BHK costs as much as your credit card bill (If you have shopped for Gucci shoes and a Calvin Klein watch. Seriously!). And the room will end even before it has begun. To add to that there will be a house owner so surly he will remind you of Karunanidhi at his best. The rent for a 2BHK: Well!! throw in Marks & Spencer’s outfits and a Jet Airways ticket to Delhi to the card bill & do the math. A 3BHK??? Never heard of such a term. Then there are the individual houses. If you are lucky you might get a decent one here. Since I have already given you a head on with the rent you don’t need to be a genius to figure out how much this is gonna cost. So you end up sharing it with 9 or 10 other species of the same kind. The important thing to remember while getting such a house is to buy curtains and draw them when you are changing your clothes. Coz the guy next door cannot only see the free show right through your window but can also jump in for a balcony view free of cost.

Ok! Enough about this... The reason for this post is revealed now... I arrive at my fifth floor apartment (which I share with 6 others) on Friday expecting it to be filled with lively chatter and tv shows to match the same. To my utter disbelief its deserted. On investigation I learn that 4 of them have gone home. A broad smile... One more has gone to Pune to meet her boyfriend. A broader smile... And finally.. The last one.. Well! She has gone to stay the night with her boyfriend whose roomies must have also gone home. How do I know? Partly the deep blush on her face when she told me she was spending the night at her "friend's" house and partly from experience of having similar such roommates in the past.

Fortunately/Unfortunately I do not fall into any of the above categories so here I was Home Alone! flashing my broadest smile at the thought of an entire weekend with the apartment all to myself (And of course the irritating house owner who comes once in a while to check if everything is ok. Like we are going to burn the house down. Bah!). Anyway, this freedom meant I would not be disturbed in my sleep by people who sleep later than me. I would not be disturbed by people who wake up in the morning earlier than God does and after taking a shower wake him up with their prayers and pooja (And all this on a Sunday!). And I would definitely not be disturbed by people who go to pee in the middle of the night. I mean what’s that all about? It happens to me just once in a blue moon and still I consider it as the most arduous task; getting up to have water in the middle of the night coming in a close second.
This freedom also meant spending one hour plus in the bathroom without the door being banged at 10 times by people who wanna pee (and they are the same people who get up in the night and pee. I swear!).
This freedom also meant I could play loud music on my laptop (which only I appreciated) and could watch a movie peacefully without 10 others coming and peeking into my screen asking what I was watching and demanded to know the storyline and star cast of the movie. That too the movie was in a regional language they did not understand. Believe me it requires all the patience in the world to pause an interesting movie, remove the earphones, 'smilingly' answer those questions, put the earphones again, and play the movie only to have to do it again.

So, this weekend I slept lazily till mid morning, opened my eyes, admired the beautiful day and again slept lazily till mid afternoon. Got up, bathing was out of question. After washing some clothes, folding them and arranging them in the cupboard there was pretty much nothing to do. So took up a broom and cleaned the room as best as possible and did countless other boring chores. That’s when I thought of putting it all down in the post and making you all feel the effects of my utter boredom.

But did not get around to doing it till now. Reason! My favorite, Federer and second favorite, Nadal (must be the same for half the world) were battling each other for nearly five hours in what can be arguably termed as one of the best matches in Wimbledon. So, its not very respectful of me to keep typing away senseless thoughts when two great players are playing some of the finest tennis we can ever see. Besides, the match was so very gripping that I decided to defer my thoughts.

Whilst watching the match, At one point of time (in the 3rd set I believe) when Nadal was literally giving Federer a run for his money I wanted it to rain so that the latter would have some time to reorganize his strategy and better his play. (I recall that this situation was similar to when I wanted an earthquake to happen on the day of the history exam not to reorganize strategy and stuff but to go thourgh the chapters that I had bunked.) Anyway, the rain god did listen to me and play was temporarily suspended. But this championship had belonged to Nadal from the beginning rain or no rain. The discipline and concentration he exhibited on court was awe inspiring. God knows how much practice would have gone to achieve that. I wanted Federer to win it but knew that Nadal was gonna get it and deserved it too.

When the play was suspended they showed a match between Borg and McEnroe and while watching that it struck me how little Wimbledon had changed from then till now. Correct me if I am wrong but this is what I observed. There were the same uniforms on the ball boys and girls, the same method of running and passing the tennis balls, same purple/green towels for the players. And the crowd too! Just a little noisy these days I guess. But there were those similar old English ladies, with elegant, sophisticated dressing, pearl necklaces, large shades and of course the straw hats big enough to cover Connecticut! (Phrase improvised from F.R.I.E.N.D.S. :-)).

Ok I am done! Done with the boredom and done with the weekend. Roommates from home have come back. Roommies from boyfriends' homes have also come back. And tomorrow is Monday morning and I am again gonna be one of those software engineers in one of those software firms and will start my day with about lives of s/w engineers in s/w firms.. :-)
Ciao...

Off To Have GoodDay Biscuits With God

2008-06-01T22:58:00.000-07:00

Yeah well...

I have been talking to God since a real long time. Since my school days I believe. Its great you know. You can talk about things you cannot talk to anyone else. You can be happy and comfortable and laugh and cry without any worry. Now, who you may be talking to can take different names. It can be your soul, your conscience or just plain the 'YOU' inside you. I choose to call it GOD. Reason being: Well, no particular reason. Aren't we taught that God is nameless and formless? That he is good and teaches all the basic values like truth, justice and goodness? This person whom I talk to pretty much also tells me to do what is right. I can talk and go on and on about problems and solutions and tell stuff like what happens in my day to day life and just have a good time.

But off late I stopped talking to him without any particular reason. I just did not talk at all for days then weeks and now months. I smile at him once in a while and I say the usual hellos and sorries and thank yous but not had a conversation in a real long time. Not sought his help or advice in quite sometime. Maybe its because he has showered me with blessings of all sorts that I just do not have the time for him. He has given me a good job, awesome friends and a great life. If I have a problem one of my friends just miraculously turns up and the problem is kinda solved...

However, today I will talk to him. I have an evening date with him with a pack of GoodDay Choconut biscuits (As a chocolate freak I personally feel that they are the best thing to have happened since Hide n Seek biscuits. FMCG guys would however disagree and understandably call it Britannia's answer to Parle G :-)). This date was actually sparked off by an incident or rather accident that happened to me very recently.

I had gone on a midnight trek with a few friends from office. The plan was simple; to reach the foot of the mountain by 2 - 2.30 am, climb the mountain which would take a couple of hours, see the sunrise and then get down from there. We climbed under the moonlight and racing clouds and made it to the top by around 4.30. It was a beautiful sight. The mist/fog (still don't know the difference between them) was dense and we could see just a couple of meters ahead of us. We lay down under the moonlight and waited for the sun to come out. Dawn was just dawning at that time (forgive the poor language).

On a completely different note out here. Is this not the time when you would love to be alone? Is this not the time when you would just want to sink in the beauty of nature? Just lie back on your hands, stare at the sky, feel the wind on your face.. ooh! What Bliss!!! But it does not happen.. It rarely does... Beecoz the cameras are flashing and people are posing to be clicked against a magnificent backdrop they fail to enjoy. But then there will be few among the group who will be there just to be there and you know it and feel the same connection in their eyes as you feel it with the wind, the clouds, the moon and the rising sun.

Anyway, the sun rose as it always does (poor chap does not have much of a choice) and people gave out exorbitant shouts of delight and pleasure. I rejoiced with a smile and winked at the sun saying: Ha!ha! One day I am up way ahead of you :-). This display of rapture was soon followed by breakfast of bread, jam and cheese on the hilltop (Food is ALWAYS a part of any enjoyment; Else the latter is never complete). After a lot of merry making (and of course a lot of pictures) we descended the mountain. I was jumping around for having enjoyed every single moment of the trek. Was warned not to do it especially since my 5 year old Nikes had gone for a toss. Well, I decided to listen and kind of stopped jumping around (should NOT have done it; costly mistake). That's when it happened; We were walking in a row at the edge when my trustworthy left foot (its always the right one that I have a problem with) slipped and I fell over. Now, the un-understandable part is that I did not fall face down but face up. I had an iPod clipped to my t-shirt and a camera that cost way more than the iPod inside the front pocket of my cargos. My brain would have calculated that the financial damage of falling face down was way too much (If it did this then I finally know what to do with my useless self; Become a business woman as I can at least save every penny unconsciously). So, I fell through some bushes and my head finally hit a rock. Now comes the part of self realization. Everyone has it when something 'major' happens to them. Mine, decided to come to me at that very moment; that too in all that pain. I looked to my right and saw that had I fallen a little (2 - 3 inches) to my right I would have surely gone tumbling down and from there straight up or wherever you travel to after you are no more. Then I saw to my left and looked up and thought Man! I fell that much!!! That moment was captured in my mind like no camera ever can and I just thought what a close call I had just had and how amazingly lucky I was.

However, anxious faces and helping hands soon snapped me out of my realization mode. My shoe caught somewhere in the bushes was put back on me. I checked my head and then the sickening and scary feeling finally settled in on me. For there at the back of my head I felt warm and wet blood. I took a sample on my finger and saw the expression on my closest friend's face. I wish never to see that expression again. Now started the comedy part. We were still at the middle of the mountain and had a good one hour of climbing down to be done. I held on to my friend's hand and as I was climbing down I first mentally and then loudly started reciting all the things that had happened including everyone's names. I saw the expressions on their faces as they heard me. They did not know whether to laugh at my weird dialogs or be afraid that something had happened to me as I was rambling non stop nonsense (They chose the latter as no one laughed; Not at my face at least).

We finally touched base (I had stopped spouting crap by then), I was bundled into a car, and whisked off to a hospital. There the doc asked me if I had vomited or felt giddy. I said a relieved no and he took a look at the wound, merrily put 5 stitches gave some tablets, put a big bandage encircling my forehead and sent me away. I reached home (I choose to call it that although I stay as a paying guest with a couple of friends), got yelled at for not being careful, then got pampered and finally slept off...

Ever since then I have been thinking about this incident and now I will be dissecting it and discussing it and go over the other things that have happened in the past few months with God... I am off.. to have Goodday biscuits with God... Ur not invited... Ya! ya! I know what you must be thinking: "I don't even wanna come you moron; if you are going to be as boring with God as you are now I am better off where I am..."