My Dad's virtual world!

My dad is just about one of my favorite people on this planet. He’s our family encyclopedia, a brilliant photographer and a great musician...someone we always look up to. But above all he’s a real cute guy, just that he doesn’t know that he is one ;)

My dad never got an opportunity to use computer at work (he had Mr. Personal Assistant), so basically he was never good at it. But now that he is retired, he has made a personal e-mail ID (other than his official mail) and has started exploring the cyber world. How the mighty have fallen! He is catching up real fast and enjoying it too. It’s nice to see that the “The Computer” is not an alien anymore! Just that my heart reaches out to him when he helplessly searches for keys and that only one finger from his right hand does all the typing. Nothing says “Love Me” like the child inside my 60+ dad :)

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My rambling best

Not that I got any wiser all this while I wasn’t around, I just got older. I had nothing interesting to write and likewise, I don’t harbor any lofty intentions to pen some ambitious fiction today. I am just rambling around, doing what I am best at.

I think for some reason, my most important thoughts and ideas struck me when I’m in the bathroom. Not to mention I am also at my creative supreme. I see every possible way the tile patterns can take on and the curtains may sway. Don’t know if it happens with others too.

I have grown up with a mother who loves tea. But lots of RA medicines and little bit of will power has got me off it. Just that I wonder if something else can replace what a steaming cup of tea does. I am talking about that fleeting moment of self-introspection and opening a conversation with the known or unacquainted.

Addiction makes one lonely or shameful. I was passing by a dimly lit street near my home yesterday and witnessed a street urchin desperately sniffing whitener ink puffed inside a blown up polythene bag. I don’t know if he was inhaling for life or for death. I wish I could help him unlearn the learned helplessness.

Recently I became acutely aware of the uncertainties of life. One day it gives you a beautiful sunshine and the other day it asks you to choose your disaster- Earthquake, Tsunami or Radiation? At the same time, I appreciate the human capacity to adapt and conciliate without any conscious efforts. We don’t discover our strength to live homeless until our roofs are taken away. The stories of a beautiful past, a disastrous present and the hope for a new future are muddled together on same ground. I pray all that exists now, lives on.

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