Saturday, September 24, 2016

Feel

I’m about to do something I’ve never done before.

Its been a while since I started thinking about it and I’m finally doing it.

Today, I’m going to blog on the move.

This won’t be easy, for one thing my laptop (which I happen to love a lot) is kinda big, its battery is sorta weak, I also feel a little crammed up in my seat at the back of the bus.

But that’s not going to keep me from trying.
Normally, for me the whole process of writing a blog post begins with an idea. The inspiration for which often comes in weird forms and in unexpected ways. I let the idea gestate in my head and over time it slowly takes shape. When I feel I have enough content in my hands, I start putting the words down.

That’s when things get complicated.

Because now, the challenge of invoking the same reaction in you that prompted me to write about an experience in the first place becomes very real.

Which is why, this is going to be tough for you as well.

I’m going to need you to tug much harder on your imagination than usual because I’m hoping to recreate the live environment that I’m in right now using just my words and hopefully, with a little help from singer-songwriter Robbie Williams, you and I might just make that special connection that I am trying to pull off here.

Why Robbie Williams you ask?

Well, one of his biggest hit singles ‘Feel’ is kind of the basis of this months blog post.

I told you, inspiration often comes in weird ways and forms.

Let me give you a little background first.

Ajay Prakash, my friend from medical school, and I were the boldest people in the graduating class of 2011 .

Why were you two the boldest people in the class you ask?

Well, the two of us always sat right at the front of the class, for almost 5 years in a row.

Quite impressive right?

The truth is, we had no choice.

Those were often the only two seats left when we arrived to class, we were usually late and the best seats i.e. the back benches, were always taken.

Where you see tardy I see courage……Please don’t judge me :-)
Dr. Prakash was responsible for re-invigorating my interest in Robbie Williams.

It was our second day at the college and the two of us were just getting to know each other.

He nearly got us both into trouble from not being able to control his laughter earlier that morning.

I don’t blame him.

Our physiology professor kept comparing the human nervous system to something he repeatedly referred to as a ‘CAMP-BUTTER’. When Ajay realized that he professor was talking about a computer and no some exotic type of butter used exclusively in camps he almost fell out of his chair laughing.

“What kind of music do you listen to”? I asked him.

This question usually serves as a segue for me to understand someone better.

You can say a lot about a person depending on the kind of music they like, trust me on this.

“I’m not much into any specific type of music”. He replied honestly.

I was a little disappointed.

“Wait, but there is this one song by Robbie Williams called Feel that I really, really like”.  He said.

I lightened up a bit.

It was not that I hadn’t heard the song before, ‘Feel’ was a big hit in India too, but now I decided to listen to it more carefully when I got back home. I was really curious to see why Ajay liked the song as much as he did.

After about the fifth time in a row that I listened to it, the song started to grow on me.

I’m not sure if it was Robbie’s raspy voice or the melodious sound of the piano playing in the background, but I found myself getting fascinated by the tune.

‘Feel’ is one of those rare songs that creates an atmosphere around itself as it goes along. It strikes a near perfect balance between unbridled joy and absolute melancholy, while keeping a constant hold on the listener at the same time, not letting you drift to either side of the scale.
11 years ago when it came to liking a song, it was a lot more about the music than the lyrics to me.

But now that I’m older and somewhat wiser (atleast mom seems to think so), the words of the song make so much more sense to me.

So, where exactly am I headed today? And why did I choose the bus to blog on the move, when I could have easily done the same in the backseat of a nice cab.

I’m not really headed anywhere, sometimes I just ride the bus and I’ll tell you why in a moment but before that let me introduce you to my co-passengers.

It’s about 3 in the afternoon right now.

There’s a girl in sky blue scrubs sitting up front looking at her phone (If you frequent public transportation in Chicago you know there’s always someone dressed in their scrubs travelling with you :)

A young man seated to my right across the aisle who is looking out of the window, a mother with a large bag of grocery in one hand and a stroller in the other struggling to balance everything and an elderly gentleman wearing a fedora sitting behind the driver.

That’s all of us, but don’t worry we’ll pick up more people along the way.

Route no 151 of the CTA in Chicago is a very pleasant bus ride. Before entering the downtown region, for a few miles the bus goes parallel to Lake Michigan. On day like this the wide expanse of blue water can be mesmerizing to say the least.

I am more focused on the people in the bus though, this post is also about them.

Magic is about to happen.
10 minutes go by.

The mother with the baby still seems a little uncomfortable trying to keep things from moving around, the girl in the scrubs is leaning on the window with her eyes closed and the young man sitting nearby seems to be staring at his hand now lost in deep thought.

We stop for a few seconds extra at the intersection between Michigan and Erie, the driver is lowering the entrance of the bus so that someone using a cane can get in.

A few seconds later as the bus begins to move, the woman who got in trips on the cane.

The man with the hat is the first one to respond. He leaps to his feet and grabs hold of her, the mother too leans to her right to try and break her fall.

The bus slows down and everyone within an arms reach of the woman have make sure that she is doing okay and help her find a place to sit.

A few stops later the elderly gentleman gets up from his seat, before he leaves though he takes his hat off, gently nods his head at the woman he saved from falling down, gives everyone a curt smile and disappears into  the crowd outside.

I turn my attention now to the young lady in the blue scrubs upfront.

She has her eyes fixed on her phone again, but now she is smiling, I don’t know what she sees on her phone, but she looks so genuinely happy.

The man across the aisle to my right, is still looking at his hand but now I notice whats going on, every few seconds he is taking the ring off his left hand and then putting it back on. Maybe it just me but it seems as though he misses someone a lot.

I am most moved however by the mother with the bag of grocery who seemed so frazzled at first when she got into the bus, now she is staring at her baby sleeping in the stroller, and she looks so peaceful.
I don’t know how much of what we say, do or feel in the world today is genuine.

Real is rare in our lives.

Raw emotions, genuine laughter, honest opinions are so hard to come by.

You may have felt this before, quite often in fact, at the end of the day, like a lot of the food we eat,  even our feelings and reactions to things can seem so processed.

Have you ever wondered why people do extreme things?
Intentionally jump out of a plane flying thousands of feet above, leap off a cliff tethered to reality by nothing but a thin elastic cord?

I might be wrong but I guess why people indulge in these activities is because experiencing such a massive adrenaline rush is the only opportunity they have to feel something real.

Maybe that’s what Robbie Williams was trying to say in the song.

I know riding a bus or train can’t be equated to bungee jumping or skydiving, but it is what I resort to when life seems too plastic or made up.

I see real everyday people, some of them superheroes in their own way, like the man in the hat who rescued the elderly lady who almost fell down, Simple people dealing with real everyday stuff, their faces reflecting real emotions, some happy some sad, but real nonetheless. People I know are headed back to their homes, who like me are not sure about the future but are willing to wake up the next morning and try again.

The bus is turning around now at union station, which reminds me, its time I headed back home myself.

Until Next Time.


TGV

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

The Fischer King

June 25, 2009. The day that Michael Jackson died.

Some memories are hard to erase.

I had just woken up and stepped out of my room when my brother told me the news. If it was anyone else I wouldn’t have believed them, but my brother, he isn’t the kind of person who would spread a hoax.

My reaction was organic, I felt sick to my stomach.

Back then, Michael Jackson was almost always in the news for all the wrong reasons. Steadfast fans like me finally had something to smile about when he announced the ‘This Is It’ concert series at the O2 arena and the new album which was to accompany it. Now all of a sudden with less than a month left for the first show, he was gone.

My only consolation was the thought that he was finally done with all the suffering and pain that being one of the most popular faces on the planet had brought him. But yeah, to this day, I miss the king of pop, and new album or not, I wish he were still alive.
5 years later I would have a similar experience.

I was at work this time around when I read about Robin William’s passing on the internet. I just sat on my chair frozen for a long time wondering what possibly went wrong.

After I got back home I rummaged through my collection of movies and pulled out every single DVD that had a Robin Williams movie in it. 
Good Will Hunting, Dead Poets Society, Awakenings, Jack, Patch Adams, Mrs. Doubtfire, Good Morning Vietnam, Bicentennial Man, I watched them all.
But this wasn’t enough; I had to find out if there were others that I had missed.

I turned to imdb for help and that was how I found out about ‘The Fischer King’.

At first, I couldn’t believe that I was yet to see a film featuring both Jeff Bridges and Robin Williams in it.

How did I miss it when I absolutely loved both these actors?

That’s when I saw the directors name, and I knew why.
Terry Gillem's films are not for everyone.

I have nothing against the man but many of films deal with hard to digest themes that are set in dystopic universes which are often hard to comprehend.

In case you missed it the first time I mentioned it,this film had BOTH Jeff Bridges AND Robin Williams in it. I just had to watch it.

While it wouldn’t be my first recommendation to someone who casually goes to the movies, it is an off-beat film with some excellent performances that might just impress you.

The basic plot of the movie is in itself kind of a major spoiler, so I will restrict myself to only those parts of it that are relevant to this blog post.

Jack (Jeff bridges) is a washed up suicidal, radio jockey who is almost killed one night before being rescued by Parry (Robin Williams) a homeless, schizophrenic man.

Jack tries to repay Parry’s favor by  throwing him some money the next day, and when that doesn’t work he very reluctantly decides to try and help Parry put his life back together. He starts by following him around to get to know him better.
It may seem to the rest of the world based on his disposition that Parry’s life is in shambles. But in spite of his crippling hallucinations and delusions he has a routine that is quite impressive. 

That’s where the part I love the most about the movie comes in.

Parry is smitten by one particular woman whom he follows on a daily basis, Lydia, an accountant at a publishing house. Lydia is a very shy woman, who struggles with day to day stuff and has trouble with social interaction, he knows that about her. Every morning he stands at a distance cheering for her, hoping that she overcomes her challenges and faces her fears.

I was very moved by this scene in the film.

It brought back to me memories of all the times when I derived inspiration from people around me just watching them live their life, times when I felt comforted by just listening to their conversations. I was reminded of occasions  when I rooted for people quietly and hoped that they would make it and rejoiced when they eventually did without them even having the slightest clue that I was in their corner vouching for them, which kind of made it all the more special to me.

It is indeed a beautiful feeling  to think that people around us are actually being affected by our seemingly simplistic lives.

But herein lies the problem. We live in a world where there is a constant pressure to be someone else. Our quirks and eccentricities may seem like a hindrance to our own success, I believe that these are the little things that make us special.

Even as you are reading this blog, there is probably someone out there who can’t wait to see you in the morning because your smile which you are so quick to label as ‘awkward’ lightens their soul.

Your work ethic which you feel is obsessive and demanding at times might be what inspires a colleague to do better.

Like in the movie, everything that Lydia wishes she can change about herself is what Parry absolutely adores and loves about her. 

While she may think that her life is just a waste of time, without her even knowing it she is giving someone something to hold on to, in Parry’s case, a reason to live.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that it's not just advisable to be yourself, it's absolutely necessary.

There are people counting on you, every single day for you to just show up and do your thing. 

It’s the same people who are cheering you on in every struggle you face, and though you may never know who they are, every now and then just remind yourself to smile for them, trust me when I say this, they love that about you.

Until Next Time

TGV


Sunday, July 24, 2016

The Prodigal Son

I remember everything about that day.

The time, the place, the weather......even what I had for breakfast in the morning.

'Stop it. Stop it right there, your memory is good for nothing Tom, everybody knows that'.

You're right, my memory is terrible, but I do, I really do remember everything and that's probably because this was one of those times when I immensely regretted not listening to my mother's advice.

'Eat a little bit more, wear something long sleeved,COMB YOUR HAIR.......DOOFUS!


I should've listened to her.

Instead, here I was at the Jalahalli bus station, wearing a thin shirt as crisp as the chilly air of Bangalore in December with nothing except for a tiny little cheese sandwich to fuel the furnace in my belly, rubbing my hands together to keep warm, looking like a complete, total, 100%, absolute, Doofus.

I was still a teenager back then.

Man, 2005 was a really long, long time ago.



The tiny tremor against my chest meant only one thing. It was time for Simon’s compulsory 'Thought Of The Day' sms.

Come rain or shine, draught or flood, Simon's texts were always on time.

After negotiating my way to the back of a crowded bus I slowly fished out my hilariously giant cell phone, and I gently pressed down on the read message button. Yes, there were ‘buttons’ on phones back then and the words ‘smart’ & ‘phone’ made sense only when used separately.

On this particular day, if I'm being completely honest with you I was not expecting anything great.

Lately, Simon's texts had shown a steep decline in quality. On valentines day his message read, "You can say what's going on in someone's mind by looking at their heart through their eyes".

Wait, What?

I read and re-read that message over and over again. It
didn't make sense. Rationally, philosophically, even anatomically. He also mentioned that the quote was by APJ Abdul Kalam. 

That was the moment I realized that he was just writing the stuff that came into his head and attributing them to famous people.


But today was different, what I read made me get off the bus, stop everything I was doing and head back home. 

Till this day I consider Simon's message as one of the best quotes I have read in my entire life.


More on that later.

I always try to end my day with a prayer.
To me, it's the perfect way to tie up the loose ends I have created fand look forward with hope for what’s coming up next.

Sometimes I get carried away in the manner in which I choose to pray.

This happens more often than I would like.

Say for example early this year on the eve of my flight back home to India.
I was incredibly tired and so instead of getting up from my bed and kneeling down next to it like I normally do, I chose to just lay there and pray instead.
While these words may not be an exact repetition of what I said, it gets really close.

Dear Jesus. 
I hope that all is well in heaven and that everyone is doing ok. Things aren’t all that bad here right now, thank you for the great weather and the mildest winter Rochester city has ever seen.
I must admit, we missed the snow this Christmas, that wasn't so 'cool'
if you know what I mean. Hahaha.
Anyways, You know I'm travelling tomorrow, so here’s what I want - Nothing big, just clear skies, no extra charge on my oversized bags, a seat with plenty of extra leg space and co-passengers who don’t snore very loudly. Deal? Perfect! 
Thanks.
Talk to you in the morning.

I slumped back on my cozy bed feeling pretty pleased with myself that night, almost instantly drifting off to deep sleep.

When I woke up the next morning it was still dark outside.

"Get up you slob"!!! I heard my brother call out to me from the living room.

"Why, the sun hasn't even come up yet"? I sedately replied.

"We should leave in half an hour if you want to make your flight on time".

"What"? My flight is at 11:00 A.M

"Look at the clock dummy, its already 9:15".

I jumped out of my bed like a cat who just got sprayed with cold water.

With one swift motion, I pulled the curtains covering my window apart.

The sight ahead of me was so overwhelming, I slapped my face four times just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

And then I slapped myself once more, just for good measure.

The streets, the cars on both sides of the aforementioned streets and even the trees lining it, let me make it simple, everything, EVERYTHING WAS COVERED IN SNOW.
"The airport will probably shut down if this goes on for another hour". My brother remarked as we loaded up his car and set out in the snowstorm".

I looked up at the skies and shouted "I thought we had a deal"! Only to have a fresh shower of snow cover my face as well.

I called my parents to apprise them about the situation and both of them did a great job consoling me. I finally made my peace with the possibility of re-experiencing what happened to me a year ago ( I will definitely write about that someday. As someone once said, one snow riddled story at a time :)

Before I cut the call however, I heard my dad say the words - 'Don't worry son, I will pray for you'.

I didn't really respond to what he said to me as we drove toward the airport and trust me when I tell you this, what you are going to read below is completely true, I am not exaggerating this story even a little bit.

10 minutes later, the snow stopped falling and the sun came out.
It was like someone turned off a tap in the sky.

We reached the airport safely.

AND.... the departure board inside read ROC to JFK ‘On time’.


One of my favorite parables of all time is the one about the prodigal son.

It's the story of a young man who abandons his family, squanders his inheritance on wild living and returns home knowing that he is no longer worthy to have the status of a son but hoping that his father would at least hire him as a servant in his house. 

To his absolute amazement, he find's his dad rushing to welcome him back home even before he reaches the gate.


This story not only serves to remind me of the fact that home is always a place that you can go back to no matter how badly you screw things up in your life, it also demonstrates to me how God's love is a lot like a fathers love for his child, unconditional, forgiving and endless.


I sometimes look back on my life and feel happy about how far I’ve come. While I let myself take credit for some of the things I have managed to achieve, it is experiences such as these that remind me how it really hasn’t been a one-man show.
The heavens know that I am thankful to my parents for a lot of things that they have done for me over the years, but perhaps the one that I am most grateful to them for is their incessant intercession on my behalf. Their prayers have been a force that has gotten me safely through one too many storms in my life.

Now coming back to Simon's 'Thought of the day' text.

It was just one simple line.

A Prodigal Son's
Only Real Hope, Is A Praying Father'

To all parents reading this (including mine) thank you, none of us would have made it in this world without you.

Until Next Time

TGV

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Last Words...

It's roughly 3 a.m. in the morning and she is awakened by the sound of her phone shaking uncontrollably on the nighstand.

She doesn’t fret.

Many years ago, while listing out her fears in a journal she had written down ‘Waking up to a phone call in the middle of the night’ right at the top of the page.

Back then she lived in a hostel away from home. Now, with the two people she cared the most for sleeping peacefully in the room next to her, she realizes that fear is no longer a concern.

That’s when she sees the name of the caller.

It’s been 6 months, 6 long months since she heard from him. What on earth could he want to say to her at this time?

The phone continues to vibrate, she picks it up and holds it in her hands, all she wants to do is reduce the racket it is making.

Fortunately, it stops.

“Well that’s that”. She exclaims loudly and falls back on her pillow.
Barely 2 minutes go by and the phone starts buzzing again.

‘Dammit’!

What if it is something urgent ? She wonders.

“Your kindness is both your biggest strength and you greatest weakness Anne”. She remembers her best friend repeatedly declaring over the past two decades.

After what seems like forever she reluctantly slides her finger across the phone screen.

“Hello”. She hears a familar voice say and it makes her smile for a moment. 

Before she even realizes it they are talking to each other like in the old days. A lot of things have happened to both of them and there's plenty of catching up to do.

After a while though, even as the conversation continues, a disconcerting thought begins to occupy her mind.

This is probably going to be the last time they talk to each other.

What do you say to someone when you know there’s a one in a billion chance that you will ever talk to them again? She wonders as she hopes he is thinking of the same thing too.

Slowly but surely they have run out of things to say to each other.

There is silence on both ends of the phone.
When I was a kid I never thought a day would come when the news would ever take on the form of entertainment, or worse still become unreliable or untrustworthy.

But in today’s world, you have to take everything you read, hear or watch with more than just a ‘pinch’ of salt.

It is ironic, but right now I rely heavily on satirical comedy shows like 'The Daily Show' and 'Last Week Tonight' to stay abreast with what’s going on in the world.

The Daily Show is currently hosted by Trevor Noah, a highly affable comedian from South Africa. For over 16 years though, the face of the show was Jon Stewart.
I was traveling when I first heard the news that Jon had decided to quit the network and focus on his family life.

This was not something I saw coming and it broke my heart.
Watching the 21-minute program which often featured some of the biggest personalities in the world on its guest list and talented comedians in the likes of Stephen Colbert, Steve Carell, Ed Helms, Jason Jones among many others was something I looked forward to every single day.

When August 6th came along I watched the finale with bated breath eager to see what would be Jon’s final words to his audience.

Again, he didn’t disappoint.

After thanking his wife and kids, the people who watched the show and everyone both in front and behind the camera He said “An artist I really admire once said that he thinks of his career as a long conversation with the audience, a dialogue, and I really like that metaphor for many different reasons but the main one is because it takes away the idea of finality. This is just, it’s a conversation, this show isn’t ending we’re merely taking a small pause in the conversation, a conversation which by the way, I have hogged, and I apologize for that". 

“I should have at some point turned the camera around to ask, So do you guys have something to add? I’ve really been dominating this in a really selfish way”

“Oh, but I thought that it was a remarkable way of getting to that nothing ends, its, its, just a continuation, it’s a pause in the conversation. So, rather than saying goodbye, or good night, I’m just going to say, I’m gonna go get a drink, and… I’m sure I’ll see you guys before I leave”.
I have found that many people like me struggle with the finite nature of everything that comes along with life.

In fact I’m one of those people who even avoids saying the word bye in my day to day conversations.

But just because we don’t like it, it doesn’t mean that we won’t be faced by such situations as we move from one phase of life to another. 

No matter how much you hate it, there is almost always an expiry date on everything. 

Whether it’s a farewell party at the office, a phone call, or even an unexpected brief run in with someone you once really cared about, there are times when you know that this might be the last time you see, hear or write to them.

There are no perfect final words that you can tell them, and the last thing you want is to hurt them, or worse still, hurt yourself by saying something inappropriate.

But like Jon, I think it's always better to leave that possibility of reuniting with someone open.

Maybe when you grab that drink and return, you’ll see those people again, and even though it may not be as epic as it once was, you may end up having another good memory to add to your life.

That has got to be worth something.
If you are curious to know what Anne said to the guy on the other end of the phone.

Well, I’ll tell you what she didn’t say.

She didn’t say goodnight, and she didn’t say goodbye.

'Farewells are only painful when you know there is no possibility of saying hello again', She recalled reading somewhere. For now, taking that one in a billion chance seemed to be enough.

Until Next Time.

TGV

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Vanilla Twilight

Bangalore has more than half a dozen nicknames.

Garden City, Pensioners Paradise, Silicon Valley of India, these are just the popular ones.

Oh well, there are many things that make this city special and thus I’m not surprised at all.

For me, Bangalore city was is and will always be known by one name and one name alone – Home.


I have lived here all my life, and over the years, I have slowly but surely adapted to all the changes that have come about in my time here.

Even the ever increasing city traffic.

Most of you are going – 'Yeah! Sure you have'.

I might be sounding a little insincere right about now so I’ll just explain myself a little.

I’m not saying I ‘like’ the traffic in Bangalore; it’s just that I have learned to live with it.

On some rare occasions though, for no particular reason, like magic, the congestion in some parts of the city just disappears.

If you happen to be around in that brief window, you get a glimpse of how Bangalore used to be 15 years ago.

This month’s blog is about one such time in my life that happened about 2 years ago.


Working on weekends and public holidays is not uncommon in the healthcare industry.

Often times work gets so hectic that we even tend to forget that a major festival is on the anvil.

On Diwali in 2014 I wasn’t perturbed sitting all by myself in the hospital waiting to see if anybody was going to come along seeking treatment.

It’s a mistake to take it for granted that people won’t show up on a major holiday, sometimes,the exact opposite is true.

So I waited but no one turned up.

On my way to work that day, the traffic in the city was especially bad.

Long serpentine lines of 4 and 2 wheelers occupied both sides of the streets for most of my ride.

I spent the whole evening in the clinic trying to work out a strategy to escape the traffic on my way back home.

“Don’t take the Sankey tank route doctor”. Hema the receptionist told me at the end of the day.

I smiled, nodded my head and thanked her for showing up for work. I also assured her that I would never do the mistake of taking the aforementioned route on a night like this.
Remember the part where I told you about the different nicknames that Bangalore has?

You probably don’t know this, but a few decades ago Bangalore was also known by the name of ‘The City of Lakes’.

Yes, back then Namma Bengaluru had over 75 lakes and a huge river.

Very few of these are actually left today, Sankey tank is one of them.

Traffic on the bridge over the lake is usually insane. I had no intentions whatsoever to even wander anywhere close to it that night.

It may seem that what you read next is entirely made up and that I am exploiting my ‘creative license’ to the fullest, but trust me, I’m telling you the truth, cross my heart and hope to die :)

I don’t know how it happened; I really don’t, but in spite of my best efforts to avoid Sankey tank land I found myself on top of the bridge at around 9 p.m. that night.

There was no reason for the traffic to be less at that time, but what lay ahead of me was a completely empty single stretch of road.

The water in the lake to my right was shimmering, reflecting the light from the street lamps.
That wasn’t the best part.

The song playing in my ears just about then was ‘Vanilla Twilight’, a mystical bordering on magical tune by ‘Owl City’.

I slowed down a little to soak into the song and just when I thought things couldn’t get any better…..

Wait for it.

Fireworks lit up the skies above me.

For the next minute or so, I was transfixed, completely taken away by the moment.

This unexpected and yet sublime experience is till this day amongst the best memories of my life.

It was almost as if the universe had put on a show just for me that night at a time when I wasn’t exactly in the best place I could be.
Day in and day out we hear people from all walks of life talk about taking hold of a moment, capturing it,making it our own etc. But, lately, I’ve been wondering if there are times in our lives when the reverse is true, i.e. getting seized by the moment instead.

Let’s admit it, the majority of our lives are for the most part tedious and monotonous.

Except Mr. Tom Cruise.

Wait, why exactly is he the exception?

You have to agree, the man has a lot of stuff going on for himself, well atleast in his films he does.

Remember the movie Edge of tomorrow?

The tagline for that film was ‘Live, Die, Repeat’

For me it is usually ‘Eat, Sleep Repeat’.

Clearly, Mr. Cruise is having a lot more fun.
But ever so often in our apparently ‘boring’ lives, there are times when extraordinary things unexpectedly happen to us, like what happened to me on the bridge over the lake.

Moments like these help us realize that we aren't just another drop of water in the ocean, instead, we are special and important in our own little ways.

We matter.

Look back on your life and think about those times when the beauty around you was so overwhelming, that you couldn't help but think it was all just for you.

Until next time.

TGV

P.S 'The Sentimental Idiot' completes 3 years since its inception today. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your constant love, support and encouragement.
God bless you all.