As far as I am concerned, his passing was no longer a matter of sympathizing or for that matter empathizing with someone else who has lost a dear one. This is as close to home as it can get. This is Papa. Papa was special. He wasn’t just papa, he was my friend. My friend is gone, and he’s not coming back, ever….
The era of the monarch or king or ruler in general being the representative of God has ended in most countries, and where it does exist, it is mostly in title only.
Its all about timing. Let’s start out by saying that men have no clue what they want until at least the age of thirty if not more. Perhaps it has something to do with the way we’re constructed. Well most men. There may be other men who are completely together, and focussed, and who know exactly what they want, but lets just say I’m not one of them. We want different things at different times. I even believe that we want several things at the same time …. it’s complicated! But allow me the latitude to explain.
Benighted I’m called the Marquis de Chandivali. The office is in Chandivali and it’s not pretty getting there from anywhere. Cost cutting dictated that we move from the prestigious Prism at Mindspace, Malad to Chandivali. There is this really special friend of mine, who would… Continue Reading “Cycling to Work”
Shruti, my kid sister, well not so kid anymore, but still…… she is fourteen years younger than me, so kid holds. The day before yesterday was August 2 or as people from India would remember, Rakshabandhan. Literally translated “Raksha=Protection”, and “Bandhan=Ties”, or in terms of… Continue Reading “Memories of Happier Times – Love for My Sister”