Day 8, Eurotrip 2009

21 05 2009

8th April, 2009, on the coastal route into Marseille.
We had been on the road for close to 5 hours, headed for this coastal paradise. A pretty stretch through winding hills later, we found our GPS locating our car at the edge of the second largest city in France, where we were welcomed by the surveyors of the sea.
The entire stretch along the harbour played host to the yacht’s of the Rich and Famous, in the thousands. For us backpackers with “Leisure” meaning nothing more than a cup of coffee in the morning, the endless array of Yacht’s almost seemed daunting.
Our Eurotrip itinerary allowed us just the one night in this maritime city. We had to leave a lot unexplored. At the risk of being termed banal, ‘Ain’t it all about the drive?!’.

You are an Inspiration!

12 05 2009


Some mercy for 7 months of hard living! Truth be told, nothing irks me more! At best, I smile and treat it as a compliment.

It’s not been easy. A fat cheque at the end of every month lets you know your place in society. All that remains now is a hazy memory of how it felt. I hope to get there someday. A depleting bank balance ain’t helping the conviction. I have begun collecting bills and tracking expenses. Trying to cut costs and prolong survival. Asking Dad money would be akin to surrender. The parties are still happening, but not all.

It might not have been a wise decision, especially the timing. But who was I to predict a recession down the corner. But now, existentialistic as it may sound, I’m forced to prove the decision right. There is no other choice, but a humble surrender to the torrential current of life.

There has been work. I have received payments. But nowhere close to what I would have earned had I continued my corporate career. but nothing comes close to the rushes I feel everyday with everyday tasks. Rushes I’d never felt working out of my cubicle on the 13th floor.

I have reached this stage where I’m forced to be at my maximum. Each peak giving me the acceleration for the next climb. The speed is exhilarating!

Entrepreneurship is definitely the ultimate ride!

Lesson 1 : Seek out the poor and hungry

25 11 2008

Missed the apointment yesterday… how could I hear it wrong? … 20 mins to go.. hmmm… should be enough…. Where is the damn place!!!

All the while I had been looking for a tall building. There it was, doing its bit to not distort the landscape, staying well below the radar.

“I have an appointment with the HR Head please!”

K. Everything’s in place. I notice a partially bald, sagely man in a room with glass doors look hither.



Hmmm. Bless him for entertaining me for an hour. Hmmm. Should have been convincing, or was I? Well he’s asked me to keep in touch. Given me his mobile number even.

“Keep in touch, but see that you don’t spam!!” …hmmm.. spam eh? “December is when we recruit. we might require some help then!”

Not without valuable lessons though. The ones that require branding are those below the Radar themselves. Take time to seek them out from the herd.

One day at a time … Sweet Jesus!

Less Said…

14 01 2008

“I don’t wanna dance, if you don’t want to.”

She looked up, a smile creeping up her face. “Yeah right!!!”

“Yeah right!!”

She looked down. He continued gazing at the dance floor.

She raised her head slowly. It had armed itself with that twinkled questioning smile, one eyebrow raised.

“I’m positive… anyway the floor looks a little crowded today.”

She asked for his hand across the table. He reciprocated. There were no words exchanged.

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Tap Dance!!!!

30 08 2007
Its that feeling again
that short step
that graceful recovery
that fall from gracethat knowing feeling
that distant echo
of having gone through it all before
that free fall

hold on.
ave that beauty
to step out of that thick casket
to stop the rot

that one big joke
everyone takes refuge in
To be laughed at
mocked at
till that very concept of self
dissolves in the joy
of being the joker

that cave to hide in
that person to become
those people to love
them feelings to despise

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Homeward Bound!!!!

14 08 2007
August 11th
Me landed home after a 2 month break. Home began to feel less like home. It’s begun to feel more like an obligation.I was invited for the TeK Music inaugarals, the club I headed in my final year in college.

I left that night knowing for sure…, I never belonged there. but the memories will forever remain. Of all those midnight practice sessions. Of waking up at 6 with the bass line buzzing in my head, taking a quick shower only to head straight to F-301, to pick my bass guitar, switch on the tape and play to the song.

I must confess, I never felt part of the group. Now after XL, after knowing all the possibilities. I know I’ll never get back. Definitely no, not for the music. but like i said, for the friends….

I was dying to get back to Bangalore….. to home. I’m beginning to love the freedom. It may come in the form of a sprouted Aloo lying in the vegetable tray in the kitchen …but yeah….its…

“that little place called Neverland …. where the world around you ceases to exist……wheres its just you and your dreams….”

So like i was saying .. back to job descriptions.

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Now this is song writing…

9 08 2007
Sarah Mclachlan – I will remember you
***********************************************************I will remember you,
will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad
How clearly I first
saw you smilin’ in the sun
Wanna feel your warmth upon me
I wanna be the one

I’m so tired but I can’t sleep
Standin’ on the edge of something much too deep
It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside
But we can’t be heard

I’m so afraid to love you
But more afraid to lose
Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me choose
Once there was a darkness
Deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had
Oh you gave me light

And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for
the memories

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