In 2006, i have written about a trip to Dhanushkodi..."The stretch of beach here beckons you to walk alone and share a moment with the Almighty. It is such a powerful place that you can feel the aura seep into you. Everything that is beautiful about life, every relationship that matters are all slotted and perfect. The surroundings have a way of clearing the jumble that are my thoughts and putting them all together to look like a masterpiece put together from a Jigsaw puzzle."

Poetic words from someone who is not a poet.

Today, July 6th 2013, it is exactly seven months from D day - death visited us all and took my father. Death took only my appa but i seem to have lost a piece of myself too. I find it difficult to smile at my brother when he enters. I wonder where my smile has gone. If I can only give fake ones now..

Tomorrow, 7th Feb 2013, i should have been celebrating my appa's 78th birthday. Instead, I shall survive and strive to live it like just another day of my life. 

Every perfect relationship that i had has something missing in it today. I seriously wonder how to live. I make plans...I want to see the world, go somewhere...but i wonder if it is all just some way to pass time while i wait for the moment when death can take me too and probably i will see my appa again. Make whole again...Say Happy Birthday! and hug my Dad. 

If you read my mail daddy, Happy Birthday to you...

We are told to "Sieze the day!", live life to the fulllest, and all those other cliché's. I realise now that when my appa, my dearest and most loved, was unwell, i still did a lot more and filled my days either with him or on work in full. It is now 20 weeks since he left me, alone, to live on while he moves across...i still try hard to fill my days but neither my heart nor my mind is in any project. I go on holiday and i wish i was living alone. Even when  I am doing something for my family, i see no sense of satisfaction. Even a job well done gets me nothing.

I wonder if this existence is worth any life at all. Life was meant to be beautiful, to go on, i need something more, i cannot find all those beautiful moments where my dad and i were close. I know it in my heart but I want more. Do not have any idea what that is but i wish he would come in my dreams and talk to me. Say something about "my only daughter", chellam.

Daddy, please help. 

Must Do...

If I live till 50 and find myself free for a year before or after the milestone, I shall do this...
http://www.80trains.com/blogs/monishas-blog/

Across India, by train, visit the temples, beaches and mountains all around...Plan for this as the one thing I must do before I die....

Nice line...

11 months have passed. Every day of these 11 months something has happened. And I remember buying onions in moonlight.

Social Network

I have been on FB for a while now and also joined Google+...I found Google a little odd and now that Facebook has become more like Google or

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I took my very first power yogo session. It was unbelievable. I think I have not used an hour of time so well in a very very long time...I loved it. The feeling of goodness after the session was unbelievable.

I shall continue and maybe keep posting my take on how it feels. I have wasteda lot of time and money on stupid weight loss sessions and tummy tucks when the whole well being and power in yoga is so awesome. Cheers to my new Yoga classes!!!

Road Trip

I was sitting on the sands at Juhu beach and resolved to start making entries in my blog again. I enjoyed the time I spent typing in my blog so why stop?

I spent last week end at Ahmedabad. A stays there and I was to go check out the new flat he is buying. I wanted to go on a long drive and the 10 hour journey sounded interesting to me. We decided to drive down from Mumbai on Friday evening. Things worked out for me in office and I managed to leave home for A'bad at 5' in the evening.

Since I was the keen one, my bro let me drive the entire stretch from Marol to Surat for 5 hours. It was fine till darkness set in but after that it was a real pain. Anyways, we then stopped for dinner and then he started driving. By then it was quite late and both of us made every effort to keep each other wide awake. Late at night, when we were on the Expressway between Baroda and A'bad, we even attempted to keep other wavering drivers awake when we saw them go awry at high speeds. By this time, both of us were very clear that on our return we will aim for an early return. Of course, we must first reach our destination.

We did reach early the next morning after a night spent driving and taking "chai breaks" other than the one long break for dinner. At our last halt before we entered A'bad, we decided that on our return we were going to get on the road before 2 in the afternoon and reach home by 12. No late driving again for us. The adventure taught us a few things about God given light vis a vis human inventions like a car's head light. There is just no comparison.

Rest assured, I have already planned my next long road drive but I intend to do it all in the day. I know someone who has driven all across India and he is very clear that he will only drive from 6:00 AM to 7:00 PM. Sensible guy. It makes a load of sense to me.

My return trip back from A'bad was fine. We left early and I drove another 250 Kilometers. Some of it in the dark again but the effort of driving in the night was quite a bit compared to the sheer fun of driving in the day.