End of a saga...the start of another

14 May 2007



I would be lying if I said I was completely fine as I drove to Enterprise that morning to return the rental car. This would be my last drive in Canada, at least for a while. In a few hours I would be boarding a flight to return to my country. I did feel a tinge of sorrow. Canada had been good to me, very good to me. It was here that I nursed a broken heart back to robust health, I made great friendships.....ones that will last a lifetime, her people have been kind and friendly. Over the past year, while I was discovering her, I was in a way re-discovering myself. In the quiet of her woods, I charted out a journey for myself, I spawned ideas that previously remained buried under the din of daily existence. Around the same time last year I was a man defeated, stripped of my flesh and blood I stood naked and vulnerable, exposed to the elements. From there I have built myself up, from ground up, methodically piecing myself together. Today I stand bigger, taller.........stronger. And for that I am thankful. Of all the places I have seen, Canada, you remain special.



16 May 2007

Touchdown! I could kiss the earth if I could. Bangalore sparkled like a golden necklace from the skies. In the middle of the night, when most of the denizens of this great city would be fast asleep, I slipped in. And it doesn't seem like I have been away, I take to this place almost immediately, like a fish to water. The kannada starts flowing, I tell cab/auto drivers I don't need one, I ask people the time......I am home.



29 May 2007

10 days later I am at grandma's place, in God's own country. The monsoons have set in, never before have they felt so romantic. The winds carry the smell of the earth, the greenery is lush. When the showers are light they make the most intricate patterns on the surface of the water. When they decide to change the mood to something more extreme, they lash the earth, and all that can be heard is the rain. Mangoes are in season, and it is without doubt the king of fruits. Alexander rode a few thousand miles for them, I flew a few thousand miles.

I have missed my country.

Battle preparations

The world we live in is very much like the seas, it is vast, it is at times kind and gentle and at others is cruel and over powering, it's mysteries are not obvious to the naked eye...they lie hidden underneath, it beckons to the brave to explore and discover it's farthest reaches.
The world, this world..... is mine to conquer.