Wednesday, October 26, 2022
Monday, October 10, 2022
i only realized 5 minutes ago that my last post (before the one I posted 5 minutes ago) was 3 months ago! in fact, I had so completely forgotten about this blog that I'm now surprised I even remembered to type the last post - there has literally been a mental pathway that I seem to have stopped using! for example my birthday went by a couple of months ago and for the first time since the inception of this blog, I completely forgot to write about it! and it wasn't even for lack of content. in fact, I have more than the usual stuff to write about, and I also have more than the usual stuff to write about that I haven't been posting elsewhere (ie facebook/twitter)!
why then have I stopped blogging?
the answer is literally right in front of me as soon as I consciously started thinking about it: the internet (specifically social media, or more accurately, Web 2.0) has rewired me.
I have always been big on social media - to the extent that I have probably been called a social media butterfly at one point (at least a few years ago to be fair). the biggest difference though is that while the amount of time I spend producing content has reduced, the time I spend consuming content has increased.
And most of the content I consume isn't particularly high on the cost/benefit scale I'm used to measuring my energy-weighted time and effort by.
Has facebook's algorithm's become inexplicably more addictive? I don't think I'm objective enough to be able to say. But something I'm more convinced of is that I've been trying to apply the same "dopamine feedback" loop that instant-gratification forms of social media promote, to other forms (like this blog).
this blog doesn't provide instant (or possibly any palpable) gratification. nobody comments. there is no like button (it does get cross-posted to facebook and there is a like button there, but I'm not sure if that counts), there are no notifications other than emails that get buried under hundreds of more important ones. heck, i recently exported my email subscribers (yes, google just killed feedburner, they want you on that dopamine feedback loop too!) and it was all of TWO. two subscribers over 15 years.
I know I'm actually writing this (and pretty much everything) for myself, but I can't help feeling that repeated reinforcement that nobody cares has caused me to stop caring too.
except that I do care. I care as long as I type. I stop caring once I click publish. But isn't that what it's supposed to be?
I feel that dopamine hit coming along as I hover over the bright orange button, ready to click - and feel the need to fight it. because too much of this good thing is most definitely bad.
either way, i'm back.
apparently, one way to be a killjoy is to encourage others to pursue happiness using principles that seem to have worked for you.
Counterintuituve, but I think this might be because:
- since happiness is objective, nobody is definitively happier than anybody else
- the act of promoting "what worked for me" to somebody else is likely reduce their chances of finding happiness
- pushing somebody to find something they aren't conciously searching for is likely to make said thing more elusive as they're now being forced to search for it
- logic as a means of pursuing anything seems to work for some things more than others, and an attempt to fit something emotional into a logical process seems self contradictory and possibly self defeating
Saturday, July 30, 2022
i have this strange problem: i try to minimize the amount of distance i need to walk when i'm trying to get stuff done at home. whenever i'm passing through a room, i think of all the things i need to do, and pick up the involved items.
sometimes i forget what i'm actually supposed to do though. a couple of days last week i spent 6 hours with dirty socks in my pocket: i was supposed to deposit them in the laundry basket, but i completely forgot - i passed the laundry basket twice, and only remembered when i was trying to get something else out of my pocket and grabbed my socks instead. it took me longer to recall what i was trying to do with those socks than it would have to walk to the laundry basket and drop them in!
other times, i end up with too many things in my hands, and as a result, i need to do everything slowly, sometimes even depositing things on the floor and moving them bit by bit as i pass each room where i need to put them away.
worst of all though is when i have so many things in my hands that i attempt to do the wrong thing with the wrong object. in fact that's what inspired this post: I was leaving office, trying to get my coffee mug to the sink (to wash and put away), water bottle to put away, access card (which had the keys to my locker), motorbike keys, banana and orange peels (which I had eaten at my desk), and phone (to check for traffic). end resut: i almost tossed my phone into the bin instead of the peels.
Tuesday, July 26, 2022
the refugee crisis
i was in a small shelter. shelter was barely appropriate term to call it: it was more like the dilapidated, crumbling remains of a shelter. it measured barely 12 by 6 feet, and the roof, if one could call it that, was just haphazardly placed sheets of wood/plastic. light filtered in from a couple of openings - these seemed to be collapsed window frames which had been propped up with stones/rubble. i peered out of the nearest one: in contrast to the dim insides of this shelter the sun was blazing bright outside. however, this shelter was adjacent to another similarly dilapidated one, and both of these shared a wall with a taller building, in a similar state. the other side was barely a couple of feet away from another building in a similarly bad state. between the two shelters, there was rubble and scrap planks of wood.
the air outside was still and there was no sign of movement or other people.
i shifted my attention back to the shelter i was in, and looked past the collapsed timber beams to the other side. a woman sat there, her back to the wall, an infant in her lap. she was trying to rock the infant to sleep, humming what might have been a lullaby, and the infant didn't make a sound or move, so it might very well have been asleep. the woman was dressed in tatters, and didn't look like she had bathed in a while.
the air was still and i felt trapped, even claustrophpobic in this tiny space.
I then realized that there was, in fact, a dark passage leading into the building this shelter shared a wall with. i was barely able to see into it, but it was just a few feet long and ended with a door. I tried the door, and it opened into a bright room.
I was back in my parents' apartment!
I closed the door behind me, and thought about what was back there. in a moment, mom (she must have heard the door) walked into the room from the kitchen and asked me how I was.
I told her there was a lady and child in a small room behind that door.
she told me they're refugees.
that's when I woke up.
Monday, July 18, 2022
retribution or support?
I happened to comment on a post about "mansplaining", asking if there's anything a man could comment there without being dismissed as an instance of mansplaining.The amount of negativity a man earns by just virtue of being a man is... overwhelming.
I wonder, would it be easier to make the world a better place for women if every conversation about issues that primarily affect women would not be so overwhelmingly targetted against men (as opposed to the problematic behaviour itself, even if that behaviour is exhibited by the majority of men)? In other words, if a man chooses to try to make a difference (which every man should!), would it be more productive to offer retribution for the rest of his ilk and his/their past behaviour, or support?
- Mainsplaining is so common that many women do not feel the need to quallify their statement about men
- Mansplaining is so common that some (many?) women do not even realize it - they simply assume men know more
- Most men and women fundamentally disagree when it comes to "can we talk about a problem without trying to solve it?"
- The women involved consider "shut up if it doesn't refer to yourself" as a valid approach to take. It appears the men involved (myself included) do not. Is that because we're muddying the waters? Is that because the majority of men who'd comment on such a post are the ones who are either not guilty or blind to their faults?
- When men do the gender-neurtal equivalent of mansplaining to other men, they are simply branded condescending (or, as one man would say to another: a dick). And it happens a lot, and men either ignore it or call it out and move on.
- I need to stop taking claims about "men" personally, as I would be as guilty of inflicting collateral damage on women who have been at the receiving end of this sort of behaviour far too often for far too long.
Friday, July 15, 2022
dad loved toilet humour. and some of it barely even qualifies as humour 😁
i remembered one of his favourite "jokes" today (you can imagine the situation that reminded me of it - I won't say more):
father, father, i confess
i went to the toilet and made a mess
the paper was thin and my finger went in
father, father, is it a sin?
i have no idea where he got that from. it seemed even more contrived because we don't use toilet paper in India! as a kid, i just assumed he made it up (although I'm now quite sure he didn't).
anyway, to make the rhyme loosely resemble a joke, he tacked on:
and the priest said "no problem, use thicker paper next time" (which I'm quite sure he came up with)
another of his favourite ones was (you might have to say this out loud and quicvkly, possibly more than once, to get it)
"hoof hearted, ice melted"
yeah, frequently I think of that one when i encounter melting ice... or when someone asks the question 😁
Wednesday, July 06, 2022
don't sweat the small stuff
i've always endeavoured to be as "sustainable" with my lifestyles as I can be - I don't know how I ended up like this, but it's obvious why.
the last few years have seen me intensify my focus: not only have I tried to apply this to my own life, but also those around me, and use my social influence to widen my impact as well.
it seems though, that the biggest limiting factor at the moment is myself!
I've concluded that in my focus on trying to squeeze sustainability into every corner of my life, i might have overdone things, and it's limiting my ability to reach others.
a simple example: my insistence on minimizing heating use now has turned it into a bit of a domestic conflict. shruti now seems to view heating as a guilty pleasure instead of something that needs to be used responsibly and appropriately. this is not a productive state to be in.
also, focusing too much on myself and too little on others means I've limited my impact to one person!
it doesn't matter if I only use the car twise a month, when my neighbours use both their cars twice a day, for short journeys (which are the worst of all!)
it doesn't matter if i cycle everywhere, if everyone else thinks cycling is dangerous and i'm some sort of freak (because I probably seem quite a risk-taker to most people, with my motorcycling and all!)
I think a more productive use of my effort would be to talk about how people can make small changes that would make a big impact when many people follow them.
for example: reducing and reusing over recycling and disposing. I think everyone understands the benefits of recycling, but not many seem to realize that recycling is only slightly better than disposing stuff! reducing consumption of any item (whether it's packaging, or the product itself!) beats recycling by miles - as much as 100x depending on the product. it's more sustainable to responsibly drive a 15 year old well-maintained car than a swanky new electric "green" one! making two grocery trips a week on cycle is better than one a week in a fuel-burning vehicle.
but even in the above example, i need to make sure my message isn't an extreme one! consumption does not need to be guilty - it just needs to be as sustainable as it can be. with time, the needle will move, and we will find new ways to improve. there's no point going to extreme extents or trying to convince people to go to extremes, if they cannot sustain it.
anyway, feels like i'm going off on a rant - time to log off and think about how I can help everyone make small changes. good night!
Thursday, June 30, 2022
i was dead.
i was in a house, but it didn't look familiar. the house seemed rural, with its sloped roof, thick walls and old paint job.
i was young.
i can't say how young, but much younger than I am today. not young enough to be a child though.
i was lying on something. it could have been a stretcher, or it could have been a coffin.
dad and kevin were there.
they were pottering about, moving small things around the room, probably setting it in order for the wake.
they didn't really pay much attention to me for some time. at one point, they discussed what would be a suitable location to place me. they decided i should be moved to the other side of the room and face the other way.
once they set me down in my new location, i felt a wave of emotions. it felt like all the emotions i've ever experienced in my life, all layering themselves one on top of the other. this barely took an instant, and before i could even realize what was happening, the layering of emotions was complete - i now felt the sum total of every emotion i've felt in every moment my life.
i felt sad. just slightly sad, but still, sad.
i didn't want to feel sad. i wanted to feel something else.
but then i realized, my life is over. nothing more is going to happen to me. if the sum total of my life is to feel sad, i must feel sad.
i said "i feel sad"
it didn't seem like a spoken voice. more like a transmission of thoughts that had verbal form.
dad and kevin immediately left what they were doing and peered at my face.
one of them (i can't remember who) suggested they video call my cousins.
kevin took his phone and did something with it. a few seconds later, he held the phone with the screen facing me, on a video call. aunt lilian and uncle jude were on the call. i heard kevin ask if gillian was around. they said gillian was next door, playing at the neighbours'.
while they spoke, i thought about what i wanted to say.
i started off wanting to say that everyone should live with no regrets.
i then thought, what else do i want to say? would anyone hear me? would they care? would it matter? is one of my cousins going to take out a notepad and scribble every word? would they be able to keep up? would they get bored after the first few sentences?
and then i thought: it seemed weird that i wanted to say anything at this moment. what could i say now that i haven't said before?
that's when mom walked into the room, looking at me as she walked.
everything - my thoughts, my vision quickly faded to blankness.
and that's when i woke up.
i shook shruti awake and told her i dreamed i was dead.
i told her i feel sad.
Friday, June 10, 2022
it's possible it's selective memory, but this week feels like the first time in my life i'm in this weird sort of general physical pain. it's a pain affecting the upper right quarter of my body, neck down, mid back up all the way along my right arm to my fingertips. the strangest thing about the pain is that i can't do anything to get any relief from it - the pain's about the same whether i'm moving or still, sitting, standing, lying down, stretching, walking, cycling. it's not even unbearable - but it's there.
it's got to a point where it's driving me crazy. i haven't been able to sleep because my entire night is spent finding a lower-pain position. at one point in the middle of last night, i actually got off the bed and sat on the floor, resting my forehead against the bed, because it felt better for a few seconds.
tonight, i'm half considering doing push-ups until i collapse from exhaustion or something like that. either way, it isn't going to end well.
worst of all, this is not the only physical problem i'm enduring at the moment. i stubbed my toe badly on sunday, and it's still painful to walk or put on footwear - but if i stay still for too long, my toe pain subsides and is replaced with stiffness, which isn't great, but is better than pain. so overall, lying in bed means i'm in a lower pain state than out and about. in fact, that's the reason i took monday off sick, and rested for most of tuesday as well - but apparently spending too much time in bed gives me a headache. more pain. sigh.
i'm just going crazy with pain.
so crazy, that i'm half wondering if it's real pain or some sort of phantom pain that i can just self-hypnotize myself into ignoring. but then mom warned me that she once injured her ankle and went to work for 3 days when she was advised to rest - and that ended up with her in bed for 3 months while she recovered. not a pleasant thought for me.
i would also like a massage to know in case that helps, but i don't think i'll be able to get one.
worst of all, here in the UK, one can't just go to a doctor and get oneself seen to. i have to first call up and get an appointment. the line only opens at 8:30am and appointments for the entire day are given out at that point. every attepmt to do so in the past year has been met with the same result: i stay on hold for an hour, and give up. if i immediately call again i get a response saying all the appointments for the day have been given out. the system is so broken i haven't spoken to a doctor in months - it's cure by attiriton. by the time you manage to speak to a doc your problem has gone away. which means i may just have to live in pain.
ps: i also cut my thumb today, but that's not bad. barely even hurts.
Saturday, May 28, 2022
166 miles in May
Friday, May 27, 2022
running on water
we were swimming in a lake. the water was turquiose, although it wasn't completely clear - it was more like a translucent turquoise. the lake was pretty huge. there were about 15 of us in the lake, quite well spread out. i don't remember who they were, but it definitely felt like friends I knew well, all guys though. it seemed like the lake was about 4 feet deep throughought, as everyone was about neck deep in water, and we had our feet on the ground. the lake was bordered by a forest, which also had coconut trees dotted along its shore - must have been somewhere coastal and tropical.
we were playing a game where we'd throw a ball to each other and try to catch it. there didn't seem to be any particular objective to the game - we were just throwing the ball around and catching it. the size of the lake was so huge that I wasn't sure if it was possible to throw the ball across to the person furthest away - i was quite sure that given my limited throwing abilities, i certainly could not.
at one point, someone threw the ball towards me but it didn't quite get to me. in fact, it barely got halfway across the lake before coming to a standstill. i started moving towards the ball as fast as i could, but the water resisted, as it usually would when you're that deep in it. i tried leaping forward with each step, as the more of my body I got out of the water, the faster and further I could move.
I leaped harder and higher, until at one point, I just about managed to leap clear of the water. and when I did, my foot didn't break the surface and go back in - I stayed standing on top of the surface of the lake!
I took a nervous step forward, and I countinued to stay on the surface of the lake! I was walking on water!
I took a few more steps, and once I was confident this was actually happening, I started to run. I could run on water!
I picked up the ball and tossed it back to the friend who had tossed it towards me.
I was so overjoyed with being able to run on water I didn't care for the game any more. I ran along the lake towards the shore, to where there was a wooden shed with a roof made out of thatched coconut leaves. Mom and dad were standing there, an arm around each others' shoulder. They were beaming at me. I was overjoyed to see them - more importantly, to see dad.
I hugged him, and mom took her arm off his shoulder.
I told him he was looking great! In fact, he seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight!
He said "yeah, I know, I haven't eaten in 5 months!"
I replied, "that's not too bad then!"
And that's when my alarm went off.
Wednesday, May 11, 2022
so, what's the plan?
Saturday, May 07, 2022
2022 so far
I'm not going to lie, 2022 has brought plenty of not-so-nice things with it. losing dad tops the list, but there's more to it:
- despite every effort, things seem to be falling apart. staying on top of my work, personal life, staying in touch with family and friends, taking care of myself seems easy individually, but when put together becomes overwhelming and feels like too much to manage.
- my health seems to be taking a beating as a result. I've been cycling less, walking less (although that's changing now), sleeping less, eating worse.
- for the first time in my life, I've been officially diagnosed with less than perfect mental health. while counselling seems to have got me out of the red, it still seems like things are precarious.
- time seems to be passing without much to show for it. at the start of the pandemic, there were plenty of reassuring messages that in these times, it's okay to just survive. it now seems like things are about as normal as they're going to be, and yet I'm still in "barely surviving" mode.
- I've lost my taste for most entertainment. Reading, movies, board games, even a night out. the only thing that gets me going is when someone asks. and even then, it seems like whatever I do just makes my life more difficult than if I didn't go.
- I feel alone most of the time. I don't know why. I'm surrounded (physically and virtually) by people who want the best for me, but I just feel it.
it's not like I don't have things to be thankful for: my time spent in Mumbai was much more fulfilling than it usually has been. I still have the rest of my family. the pandemic has been better to me than to most (if statistics are to be believed). I live in peaceful, idyllic surroundings. I still have my motorbike (although I came very close to having to sell it), and I still enjoy riding it. I learned to sail. I have all the comforts I desire. I seem to be making progress towards my long term goals.
it's just that the overarching feeling of everything being a struggle pretty much masks everything else.
Saturday, April 09, 2022
the last few months have been difficult. it's hard to understand how the healing process starts, and what helps it along. it's hard to understand when you're actually getting better, and when you're heading towards a well disguised breakdown. it's hard to diffrentiate between greiving and all the other things happening in my life at any given point of time.
but i do know one thing: i feel better now.
i didn't want to visit dad's grave. i thought, like most other things, it'll just be anticlimactic and leave me feeling meh. i put it off for almost 3 weeks after I landed in Mumbai. but at one point, I felt ready. 3 months to the day he passed away.
his grave laid uncerimoniously bare - just a simple tombstone to mark it as his. on either side, identical tombstones indicated graves were being allocated in chronological order. the people on both sides were also 75 when they died.
i spent more time looking at other graves around than I did at his.
nearby, people were gathered around another grave - a funeral had just concluded.
as i stood there, they began to leave.
i didn't want to leave.
when the graveyard was quiet and I was finally alone, I started walking around aimlessly.
people talk about staying true to the memory of their loved ones who have passed away. that they live on through us.
i don't think any of that is necessary. dad has left his imprint on me, and i have always grown up with his influence. he was living through me even while he was still alive. not entirely though - there are things I consciously chose to reject. is that what makes me, me? it's hard to say. but either way, I am what I am.
I guess the only thing I've really learned in these 3 motnhs without dad is that I need to cherish those I love and treat them fittingly while they're still around. thoughts at a grave do not matter to the person in it.
and there's a lot to be done. it's usually only in hindsight or from an outsider's perspective that we see what could have been done. and therein lies the root of all regret.
I don't know if there's more to be learned from dad's life (are there stories I'm yet to hear that will touch me? it's possible!), but I have enough to go on. and I have finally realzied that.
the rest of my life, however long or short it may be, lies ahead for the taking. it's time to be excited about life again - because it's all I have.
Wednesday, March 02, 2022
running at night
I was on a flight to mumbai. it was dark, and the air was heavy with moisture, although it wasn't raining.
the flight was weird - when it was landing, there were no lights of the city to welcome us. we landed on an airstrip in the middle of what seemed like a jungle. in fact, the area around the airstrip was densely overgrown with what seemed like a tropical rainforest. the trees glistened dark green in the glow of the few lights beside the runway, whick looked more like street lights than anything you'd see at an airport.
once off the plane, we were in a huge shed that served as an airport terminal. while it was pretty huge, it still wasn't anywhere as huge as most airports - about a couple of hundred feet wide and a little less high, and maybe a thousand feet long. the insides were dimly lit and there were loads of people milling about, but no shops or anything like that. in fact, the floor was just tarmac! it was shaped like half a cylinder. it seemed to be made of what seemed like corrugated sheets, and a few metal girders here and there.
i didn't have any bags other than my regular purple cabin bag, so there was no baggage to claim (although if there was, I don't remember seeing any baggage claim area - or customs, border control, or anything else!).
however, I did bump into aunt Dooda! she was directing passengers to the exit of the "airport", which was at the other end of the shed from where we entered it. I asked her how come she was at the airport, and she said she took up this job as she was getting bored at home. I asked her if she would be going home anytime soon, so we could travel together. she had a few hours of work left, so she couldn't.
I also bumped into Apoorv. I had a sense that he was on same the flight as I was, but we were somehow separated after we disembarked. We decided to share a cab, as we lived near enough.
Outside the airport terminal, we got into a cab. It was a rickety white maruti omni, and as we didn't have any large luggage, we fit quite comfortably. the seating was strange though: instead of the two rows of seats facing each other, there were seats on either side. Apoorv and I sat facing each other, and as the taxi drove us to Borivali, the city seemed dark and almost deserted.
Borivali was quite usual though, the streets seemed quite well lit, although perhaps not too busy. I don't remember the time of night - it's possible it was quite late.
As we got nearer to home though, the cab didn't take the usual route - it was passing though one of the more forested areas near home. The cab was headed up a steep hill, when in the distance, I saw what looked like dad!
He was in his favourite blue checked shirt and shorts, and for some reason he was running up the hill!
My first thought was: at his age he certainly shouldn't be running!
My second thought was: let's surprise him! And then give him a lift home.
I instructed the cab driver to drive past him and then stop.
As soon as the cab stopped, we opened the back door of the cab, and while still inside, I called out "Lucian", trying to disguise my voice best I could.
He walked up to the cab and peered inside (there were no lights on inside, so he couldn't see us very well).
Apoorv called out to him and said "surprise!!" And I hugged him and asked him to come home with me in the cab.
He was happy to see me, and as he got into the cab, it started to rain.
And that's when I woke up.
Thursday, February 17, 2022
did you really go?
I was in Mumbai. At my parents' apartment. I had my work laptop with me - I was working from home. It was a bright and sunny late afternoon.
I wasn't feeling quite well. I shutdown my laptop and told mom I'm taking the day off work as I was finding it hard to work.
Although I didn't say it out loud, the reason I couldn't work was because thoughts of dad were unsettling me. I felt terrible. I wanted to curl up in bed and just do nothing.
But as I walked past the kitchen to the bedroom, dad was there!
He was sitting at his usual spot at the dining table, and although he didn't turn to face me, he asked me what happened.
I put my arms around him, and gave him a hug from behind, while he continued to sit. I told him it's just a headache.
That's when I noticed a bit of bandage on the side of his stomach. it looked like the bandage was covering up stitches.
I asked him what happened, but he did not answer.
I asked mom how dad got back here. What happened? Hadn't he gone?
She did not answer either.
I asked her if she could see dad sitting there at the dining table.
She turned to me, confused, and said, no she didn't.
I burst into tears.
Dad was there. I could feel him in my embrace. He could hear me and speak to me.
what was happening? it was too confusing to handle.
I just wanted to hold on to him until I could think straight again.
He stood up. He walked to his chair in the living room, where he loved to sit, and sat there.
He sat and looked outside while I cried.
I saw his face. It was just as I remembered.
He just sat there looking outside while I stood at the door, watching him, and cried.
I don't know why he did not react to my tears.
I got into bed and cried some more.
That's when Shruti shook me awake.
I was in Belfast, crying in bed.
I told her I just want to hug him one more time.
I told her I'm not ready to let go of him yet.
There was nothing she could say.
I closed my eyes and I was back, face to face with him.
My tears didn't bother me.
The only thing that bothered me was that if nobody else could see him, he really was dead.
But at that moment, it didn't matter if he was alive or dead, as long as I could see him again.
I opened my eyes. My alarm was ringing. I switched it off and closed my eyes again.
I don't know how long I stood and watched dad sitting there, but I didn't want it to end.
I heard Shruti apologize for not knowing what to do to make me feel better.
I ignored her and kept my eyes closed while she held me.
I don't know when I stopped crying or the dream ended.
But every time I close my eyes, or even when I don't, I can still see him in that chair.
ps: as I wrote this, I remembered a similar dream from many years ago. I don't think Jeetu has appeared in subsequent dreams though.
Wednesday, February 02, 2022
staring at a photo
it's strange, how I've suddenly spent at least 20 hours of the last 80 staring at this photo.
one month ago, I was hanging on to every word mom and Kevin said about how dad was in hospital. what did he say? how was he reacting? was he awake? did he sleep? what was he eating? was he eating?
I remember thinking to myself, that if I was there, I'd have been by his side every moment I could - and feeling helpless at the fact that while mom and Kevin were at his beck and call, he refused to even call for them (intensive care protocol is apparently that the designated attendant can only visit the patient when the patient asks for it).
We didn't know how hard he was fighting. We thought he'd be out in a couple of days, as he had bounced back countless times before.
I wanted to reassure him myself that it will all be okay - but phones are not allowed in intensive care.
But anyway - would it really have mattered?
Either way, i must sleep now.
Monday, January 31, 2022
photographs and feelings
I spent last night browsing my archive of photo albums that we scanned some 15 years ago. What I was really looking for was a photograph of dad to frame for posterity. Something much more difficult than I had anticipated, simply because dad was behind the camera most of the time. The few photos of him were honestly of a much lower standard than the ones he clicked, simply because he was usually the best photographer in the room. I wonder how many people took a tripod on their honeymoon - certainly nobody I've asked!
As I scrolled past the hundreds of photos he clicked over 20 years, I thought back over the moments they captured - mostly events like birthdays, vacations, Christmas and the like, but also... all the pots and pans aligned in the kitchen, because he was amused by how mom arranged them so uniformly 😁
Playing with the neighbours (those planks of wood were my favourite toys at one point - and we were so violent with that double decker bus that it was retired when the top deck broke off!)
Me in hospital for apendicitis (yeah, only dad could think of clicking a photo of that!)
The weird thing about that day is, I remember he made me laugh so hard for so long I literally hated him for it - because laughing hard would make my stitches ache, and yet I couldn't help myself! Yeah, he had me in stitches 😂
A random photo of me chopping tomatoes (followed by one of Kevin chopping what looked like apples!)
Kevin and me enjoying mangoes (the photo was taken to keep a record of how messy eaters we were!)
Kevin and me posing with our creations (The houses were made using Bayco - from the 60s! Also, there's a mecanno crane in the corner of the room - another of dad's hand-me-downs)
Wednesday, January 19, 2022
even more nightmares?!!
yes, i've been having nightmares literally every single night. I wake up a few times every night, heart pounding, sometimes in a cold sweat, even though it's the peak of winter. it then takes me a few hours of tossing and turning in bed to fall asleep. I'm lucky shruti doesn't mind being woken up several times a night by me saying "i had a nightmare, please hold me" - and she does her best, but it doesn't seem to help enough for me to sleep well.
my only solution so far is to spend more time in bed, so i can make up my sleep that way.
sleeping meds are an option i don't want to consider at the moment. does anyone have any other ideas?
Monday, January 17, 2022
I didn't sleep much last night, although I spent close to 12 hours in bed. It was just nightmare after nightmare.
As I entered the apartment compound, an old friend (a classmate from school) walked by on the road and called out to me. He had a matchbox in his hand, and was poised to flick a match at me (this thing we used to do as kids where we would flick a match in such a way that the match would light as it flew towards you... You'd want to dodge the lit match, obviously).
I screamed NO NO NO NO NO as he flicked the match towards me and it lit. For some reason, I tried to deflect the lit match instead of dodging it... And to my horror, it set my hands on fire. In that moment, the world suddenly turned pitch black (even though it was a bright afternoon) and all I could see were my flaming hands as I waved them frantically to no avail.
And I woke up.
Friday, January 14, 2022
saving the world
this dream from 30th December 2021 refuses to leave me, so I figured I should blog it for posterity.
it was the end of the world, in a sense. all technology and communication had stopped working.
we hurriedly decided to flee the city. we hopped onto a bus, with nothing other than the clothes on our backs. it was a rickety bus, seats fully occupied but not crowded. we were somewhere in Kerala - dad, mom, kevin, shruti and me. we were glad to get out of the city before the violence and looting started, and did not think even once about the life we were leaving behind. while in the bus, I discussed with kevin what could have happened. the bus was functioning, so it wasn't a complete EMP style switch-off of all electrical devices. our phones were still powered up, but there was no network signal. so i assumed it was some sort of communication outage, which resulted in the power grid shutting down. we tried the FM receiver in my phone, and it didn't pick up any channels either.
on my advice, the bus avoided national highways, and stuck to narrow village roads. I also asked the driver to head to the coast, as I felt that would give us the best chance of survival. we were not far from the coast to begin with, and it was soon within sight. the road we were on headed straight to the coast, and then turned right to follow it. to the left, was a small village. compared to the adjoining farmland, it stood out as heavily wooded, with just a few houses peeking out from among the trees. i noticed my watch was still working, and it showed me my GPS coordiantes.
I had a strange feeling about the village, as we approached it. I felt some strange fate awaited me there. I wasn't sure if I should take my folks along though. I quickly asked kevin to note down my GPS coordiantes on a piece of paper, and told him I would be getting off and getting into the village here. I told him to advise the bus driver to continue straight along the coast until he found a large enough village to accomodate all the folks on the bus, and then stop there - but do not leave the coast under any circumstances. I told him that they should stay put, and if I did not catch up with them in a month, he should try to find me - I will only leave this village if I am reasonably sure that it's safe to do so and that I can either bring my folks back to where I am, or join them.
I kissed shruti goodbye and had to quickly get off the bus as I did not want to risk holding the bus up. I didn't really get a chance to say much to my parents either.
on the dusty side of the road, i walked towards the village - the first building - a sprawling ground floor structure, surrounded by trees that covered it in a canopy of shade - was a few dozen feet from the road. it looked like a school building. I noticed people moving inside. I stood at the half open door and called out if anyone was inside. A lady walked up to the door. I told her my name and told her I need to meet the person in charge - and that it's urgent.
She asked me to sit inside and asked if I'd like a cup of coffee. I gladly agreed, as I hadn't had anything to eat or drink since we left in the morning, and it was already late afternoon. the room looked like a large dining room, with the rectangular table large enough to seat at least 20. the table and chairs were built of solid, dark wood, and seemed well used but in perfect condition. consdering it was a school, the room could very well have been a staff room. as I was finishing my coffee, a man walked in. he had shoulder length hair, but was completely bald on the crown of his head. he had a bushy mustache. I was astonished. I recognized him: he was my computer teacher from back when I was 16! and surprisingly, he recognized me too!
we didn't call each others' names out though - I have a feeling he recognized me but didn't remember my name. he said "fancy meeting you, and at such a time! the last time we met, wasn't altavista the best search engine in the world?" and I replied back "yeah, and how's your xatax game going?" to which he said something like "it's too late to practice that now".
he was someone important (being the guy in charge, obviously), and asked the lady who had promptly appeared when he entered, to make him a coffee, refill mine, and bring out some biscuits.
as we sipped our coffee, he said "i assume you're wondering the same thing as i am" to which i replied, "yeah, figuring out what the hell is wrong with the world, aren't we?"
he said I've obviously had a long journey, and he needed a few minutes to get soemthing done as well. he asked me to take my coffee and biscuits and wait for him in the adjacent room where we could speak in private. the adjacent room was a little smaller, and looked like a large office - presumably his. it had another door, which looked like it might be a private entrance. sure enough, a couple of mintues later, he entered this office from that door, and sat across me at the desk. he asked me how I am and if I'm alone. I told him about my family headed along the coast.
he reassured me that they were welcome in this village, once we figured how to get them and when it was safe to do so. but first things first: this problem that possibly everyone in the world was facing.
he dropped his tone a bit, and told me: I know an intelligent man when I see one. We are in a situation where we need every bit of collective intelligence we can muster. the people in this village are hard working and kind, but not particularly intelligent. it's a stroke of fate that we have met in these circumstances, but the situation is fragile: the villagers will follow him as long as they trust him. he said my prsence as someone he will vouch for as intelligent and trustworthy, will cement the villagers trust in him to help them navigate this situation. he said that while he thinks he knows me and i think I know him, we cannot risk being wrong about each other. so we will do our best to stay united and pretend we are long lost friends.
he said he's a man of honour and would not lie. so, in order to make sure he doesn't need to, we need to agree not to ask each other questions about each others' past, or anything that could conclusively prove or even give rise to a doubt that we are not the persons we believe each other to be. we also need to act like the situation is compeltely under control.
i told him i see the intelligence in his thought, and I agree.
he said that as there are no pressing problems at the moment in the village, and I am quite tired, I should eat and sleep for the night. we will meet first thing in the morning to discuss what should be done. he reassured me my parents wouldn't go too far, as the nearest village along that road was just a few kilometres away - I could borrow his motorbike tomorrow to visit my folks, and reassure that village as well that things would be fine soon.
as we prepared to leave that room, I asked him "what should we call each other?"
he told me I could call him Charles. I told him he could call me Kristopher (spelled with a K).
I was relieved. Charles was indeed the name of my computer teacher when I was 16!
Tuesday, January 04, 2022
thank you dad
it's strange, writing this on my blog when i'd rather be speaking to you.
you are no longer in this world.
you will not read the card i left with mom "to be opened on your 76th birthday"
you will not read the card i left with kevin "to be opened on your 40th anniversary"
but i guess you don't need to any more.
you do not need more reminders of how awesome you are.
how strong you are.
how much you mean to us.
how much we cherish your every memory.
how much you loved.
the things you taught me.
the things you let me learn for myself.
the things you took in your stride.
i look around and i see reminders of your beautiful existence everywhere.
i need to remind myself that i am your creation too.
every moment with you enriched me.
even the moment when you finally taught me that i need to be able to let go of everything i hold dear.
thank you for making me who i am.
for making me able to do everything i have and will do.
your embrace has kept me going even when you did not know what i have been going through.
i feel it now, in this cold room.
your few words have said more than what the world's books could.
i hear them now, in the silence of my thoughts.
your ideals will live on, as long as i live on.
i will carry your spirit with me as long as i live.
our corner of the world has become a better place thanks to you.
thank you dad.
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