ExpertDabbler

I saw “Forrest Gump”. If Forrest can run, I can write. I decided to write my way out of trouble. I am going to write for my life and other’s lives. My mind always wanders from the past to the future and back again to the past. It is only when I write I am in the NOW.

Twenty eight years of Life is a heady mix.
Hopes, realized hopes and hopeless hopes. It also brings its own set of glorious people.
People whom we would like to meet in our death bed.
Here are some who I thought had rescued me from abyss long back

Ramna:

Frankly I don’t know your current mail id. Much less, where you are and what you are doing now.
My head tells me I saw you six months back. My heart tells me I lost you long before.
Back in ‘95, you were the only interface between me and the rest of the world.
Without you I would’ve been history.

I sure latched on to you tight then. A bit too tight perhaps. Thank heavens I did not strangle you. I know there were several accidents. Each of which brought its own share of trauma and injuries. Some healed whilst some did not.
Every such wound added a layer to our personalities at the top. So, one is a stranger to the other now.

But I know dude. If only we would find time to solve HINDU Crossword like we used to in your room in Coimbatore. It will all be fine.

Priya:

You showed my best face to me. You made me write.
Suddenly I acquired some good qualities. Of course I shamelessly and consciously Ctrl +C -ed and Ctrl+V -ed from you. I don’t think anybody who had been in touch with you will ever forget you.

Don’t you ever cry priyums. It reminds me of the candle. A candle gives light, cries in the process, cramps its own legs and melts away to darkness. Be like Sun. Always there, but way beyond anybody can imagine.

Suman:

The “Warrior of the Light”. I aspire to be half as matured, half as good and half as hardworking as you. I want to suffer half as much you have been through. Each of the choices you had in life and the reasons for you to select one will be my reference manual. You are a finished product. We are all work-in- progress.

Mani:

We have already lived a life man. Quadvent is as much my child as it is yours.
I don’t think you would ever miss me. I will definitely miss you. Who else will listen to all the Jim Collins crap that I bombard you with week after week?

Carmel school days, Dumb C’s with our Iyyappan and Benjamin tuition cycle rides. I lived in Coimbatore for 25 years. My best memories start and end at TV Swamy Road.

Sathya:

I don’t think you have ever read anything more serious than “Dhina Thanthi”. The probability of you reading my blog is as great as me winning Wimbledon.
But people like you don’t have to.
You have a deadly combination – “medium” tea, Kings Filter, Jokes, Laughter and more responsibilities.
We are all selfish crooks when compared to you.

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