A Malyalee goes skiing

It's a beautiful world we live in, the opportunities that we have today, as compared to our ancestors, abound. While most of my forefathers would have been limited to climbing coconut trees or rowing boats along the rivers of Kerala, little would they have imagined that one among their posterity would be skiing along the snow capped landscape of Canada. A beginner's slope, but skiing all the same. It's a great winter sport and I must say, I have taken a strong liking towards it. The initial falls were inevitable as one tried to grope the basics, in fact on at least two occasions, the safety nets saved me from serious injury. But once I grasped the trick of slowing down and stopping(courtesy Shishir and Jins), then there was no stopping the Mal, he was racing down the slope (occasionally mowing down unsuspecting fellow-skiers). A ski trip is on the cards again, this time extended, I look forward to it.

Archangel Winter

......
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
Amid the gloom, there, on the pole, stands black
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast
One flash of eye, or blow one clarion-blast;
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe.

-Victor Hugo

Changes

...in my life, I won't leave you behind,
Changes in my life, you will see in time.

A song, I first heard at a club in Toronto, the "dirty south remix" by Chris Lake . Has been playing on the FM waves quite often these days, in fact heard it a couple of times on our drive back from Barrie tonight. Tweaked the volume every time it played, great beat.