Its a nice feeling to be here again. Its been more than a month since I have posted anything on the blog. There have been so many times that I have logged in and stared at the blank post window, a million thoughts running through my mind only to shake my head and focus back on something that needed my attention at that moment. The people closest to me already know why I have not made the time to post anything. Time has become an enemy and at this stage I feel I am fighting a losing battle.
Much has happened in the past couple of weeks. I have been enjoying the fact that Schumy seems to have got the measure of his blond haired team mate (I dislike Rosberg immensely :):)) but hey, it was yours truly who called it out in my post in mid April and I do so love being right. The overall win eludes but now there is a genuine reason to have hope. It just might happen...
Its has been a few weeks now since that devastating Mangalore crash. I don't care who you are in life, some tragedies will affect you no matter what. While I was thankful that I did not know anyone on the flight, it was something that could not be ignored. You know, I have never been a happy flier. I have been very fortunate to travel several times by planes thanks to my dad working abroad for more than 15 years but I have never, ever been comfortable with flying. Man was not made to fly is what I say and yes, while I sound like I belong in the 18th century, the truth remains that I don't like to fly. I have seen more than my share of air pockets and turbulence and I can assure you, that I take the name of the Lord every single time the plane shudders even in the slightest.
I have often wondered why I dislike flying. Perhaps, its because I am a subversive control freak. The truth is that if I am not at the helm of a car, bike or even an airplane I start freaking out. I remember a few years back when my dad used to drive, I would hit the invisible brake pedal on the passenger side and would even sometimes close my eyes! I admit, my dad is a fantastically safe driver but that matters not. Two years back I had an accident while a friend was riding my bike. Mind you, it was not the first time I crashed. I am proud of it but, I had previously crashed at least 7 to 8 times and each time I brushed it off. However, the last time I crashed on the bike there was someone else in control and since then I have not touched my bike. I am convinced its the most unsafe means of transport out there and I will not even permit myself to sit pillion with anyone. Man, I hate this feeling. There was a time when I even fancied buying a big cruiser and looking oh, so cool astride the beast but not any more. I know I will get this misplaced sense of fear fixed someday, I really dont want to live in fear but for now, I don't ever want to get on a bike again.
Something special happened this week. I got to met "her" again. As with most good things in life, it was unplanned. I still am not sure how it happened but before I realized I was driving half way across the city to our impromptu rendezvous. In the hour and a half that I spent with her having a late lunch, gently laughing over silly stories, I remembered why I fell for her in the first place. Looking back, I feel honored that this gentle creature even considered an ogre like me to be "The One" albeit for a relatively short period. No further meetings are planned and while admittedly, this was not a life changing meeting, I unquestionably loved the fact that we met.
Some people will always affect you and they will do so in the most profound manner. They will have a power over you and while distance can make their hold on you seem a little less pronounced, the feeling only intensifies as soon as you are within the individual's vicinity. I pride myself on not having too many people who affect my sense of self. "She" forever will be one of those who will.
Well, the weekend is here and I cant wait to get away. Time to sign off..:)
Much has happened in the past couple of weeks. I have been enjoying the fact that Schumy seems to have got the measure of his blond haired team mate (I dislike Rosberg immensely :):)) but hey, it was yours truly who called it out in my post in mid April and I do so love being right. The overall win eludes but now there is a genuine reason to have hope. It just might happen...
Its has been a few weeks now since that devastating Mangalore crash. I don't care who you are in life, some tragedies will affect you no matter what. While I was thankful that I did not know anyone on the flight, it was something that could not be ignored. You know, I have never been a happy flier. I have been very fortunate to travel several times by planes thanks to my dad working abroad for more than 15 years but I have never, ever been comfortable with flying. Man was not made to fly is what I say and yes, while I sound like I belong in the 18th century, the truth remains that I don't like to fly. I have seen more than my share of air pockets and turbulence and I can assure you, that I take the name of the Lord every single time the plane shudders even in the slightest.
I have often wondered why I dislike flying. Perhaps, its because I am a subversive control freak. The truth is that if I am not at the helm of a car, bike or even an airplane I start freaking out. I remember a few years back when my dad used to drive, I would hit the invisible brake pedal on the passenger side and would even sometimes close my eyes! I admit, my dad is a fantastically safe driver but that matters not. Two years back I had an accident while a friend was riding my bike. Mind you, it was not the first time I crashed. I am proud of it but, I had previously crashed at least 7 to 8 times and each time I brushed it off. However, the last time I crashed on the bike there was someone else in control and since then I have not touched my bike. I am convinced its the most unsafe means of transport out there and I will not even permit myself to sit pillion with anyone. Man, I hate this feeling. There was a time when I even fancied buying a big cruiser and looking oh, so cool astride the beast but not any more. I know I will get this misplaced sense of fear fixed someday, I really dont want to live in fear but for now, I don't ever want to get on a bike again.
Something special happened this week. I got to met "her" again. As with most good things in life, it was unplanned. I still am not sure how it happened but before I realized I was driving half way across the city to our impromptu rendezvous. In the hour and a half that I spent with her having a late lunch, gently laughing over silly stories, I remembered why I fell for her in the first place. Looking back, I feel honored that this gentle creature even considered an ogre like me to be "The One" albeit for a relatively short period. No further meetings are planned and while admittedly, this was not a life changing meeting, I unquestionably loved the fact that we met.
Some people will always affect you and they will do so in the most profound manner. They will have a power over you and while distance can make their hold on you seem a little less pronounced, the feeling only intensifies as soon as you are within the individual's vicinity. I pride myself on not having too many people who affect my sense of self. "She" forever will be one of those who will.
Well, the weekend is here and I cant wait to get away. Time to sign off..:)
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