Estranged

Keeper of secrets,
Lend me your ears.
Brother I am your's,
And yet we are far.
Never shall we talk,
Because of what we are.

Thank you for the quote

It occurs out of the blue, those elusive moments of beautiful clarity.

“Until you lose your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.” - Margaret Mitchell.

I don't know who Margaret Mitchell is, or was. Sometimes, some of the quotes made by people so far away from you, in so many aspects, befit you perfectly. Thanks Marge.

Robert Mugabe - He must be disposed

How long will it take the world to take any action in Zimbabwe?

Or will it shrug and say T.I.A? If only there were oil deposits in Zimbabwe. At least, America would have swooped down and have 'liberated' the devastated citizens of Zimbabwe.

Please have a look in the net about what is happening in Zimbabwe. www.sokwanele.com People like you and me are being butchered alive. Tortured to death sometime, and left alive at other times.

Robert Mugabe must be disposed and destroyed.

I wish that my feeble cry would reach some powerful being's ears.

Meanderings

I have come to the temporary conclusion that my aim in life at this stage is to be aimless. Frantic had suggested to me that I could take count of the number of times I have been shifting places, and people ever since I left home in 2006.

6 apartments and 2 hotel rooms spanning two cities. 13 people. And of the 13, I have been sharing apartments with 2, twice, in the same city. Seeing the numbers on paper makes me feel dazed. It is not paper per se, but a glaring computer monitor. But, that is irrelevant here.

The last to leave was James. He is in a different country now, and I think he might rewrite its history in some way. Quite a capable human being by any measure.

This Sunday evening, as Roy was going out to Nungambakkam on his modified GF125, I hitched a ride with him, and he dropped me at the base of the middle of the Gemini flyover, or Anna flyover, if you prefer it that way. I felt like walking.

So I walked to T Nagar via GN Chetty road, and came up on the hotel in which we had been shacked up when we first landed in Chennai. Old memories, but no nostalgia. I continued my journey, and explored Mambalam a bit, before backtracking to Gemini.

From Gemini, I walked to the Marina beach, crossing the Music Academy junction on the way. This was again a place where I had stayed couple of years back. I am a stranger in these places. Then, and now.

All that walking has given me a sense of arrogance. I hope that I could, maybe walk from here to Mahabalipuram this weekend, for the heck of it. There is nothing much to do. So why not.

All this walking, has however caused an idea to enter my mind. Why not buy a dirt cheap second (or third or fourth..) hand motorbike, and use it for this meanderings, instead of wearing out my knees.

FLoating this idea around, I have met opposition from all quarters. About the uncertainty about how long I might be here, and of my accident track record. Most people who have rode with me, or have seen me ride would agree that I am a decent rider. That didn't stop me from having around 20 accidents in different cities. I guess I am a bit less fortunate in that department. Still, nothing major, nothing fatal. Just a lot of near misses.

I guess, I would rather walk, and use public transport, and make Al Gore happy.

Hmm

Feeling more out of place than ever. I don't mind being led, but I don't like being manipulated against my will, even if it is for a greater purpose. This year hasn't been too good to me so far. So many things have gone wrong. I am becoming a loner, trying to seek solace in my shell. Three people have spit on me so far this year. And today, another has puked on me.

Patience was a virtue I could have boasted of. No longer so, alas. Small things irritate me, still my wafer thin tolerance keep me sane enough. What kind of days are these... I am not going to try to make sense of this.