Day #24

24? What am I, retarded? Didn’t I start this like 8 months ago? But you see I won’t be able sleep at night with the conscience that would accompany the disclosure of the true number! Some slack, folks.

I am currently on the longest flight of my life – from Singapore’s beautiful Changi to the yet-to-be-judged SF airport. Thankfully, that is true only in the literal sense as the journey has minted an ardent Singapore Airlines fan. I can truthfully say that I’ve had more arduous flights from Mumbai to Goa. The service, the food, the planes, even the prices. Dayum. Highly recommended for long-hauls.

Another first for me has been the time travel aspect. I am literally traveling back in time today, departing from Changi on the 13th at 0920 hours local time and arriving at SF on the 13th at 0850. (Yes, that is how I mention the time of the day now) Ha! – Talk about “Chasing the Sun”. I spent a whole of 15 minutes savoring this fact. Still, the 14-hour flight tag does tend to dampen one’s spirits. Indians who have travelled to Amrika do not kid when they solemnly agree that “It’s far”. One, of course, has to take into account the humor impairment one faces after three consecutive bouts of airline meals *shivers*. Earlier, I might sympathize. Now, my allegiance lies with Camp Empathy.

What a tiring day. Next come the taxi, the heavy luggage stowing, unpacking, food-hunting, jet-lag-adjustments. Ah well, at least caught up on my one remaining “Black Adder” season and the “Three Billboards…” masterpiece.

As the runway finally comes into view, I think I kinda miss the flight already. Well hello, Berkeley! Happy to be here, looking forward to your warm welcome. Baaki sab theek hai, bas yaar chori wori mat hone dena please.

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Day #10

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Shun the privilege
Unearned; Not mine
Passed through my blood
Not through my sweat

Shun the heritage
Not my creation
Nor the prize
From my journey

Burn it all down
Let the the smoke rise
Suffocate and choke
As the fossils fuel the fire

Nothing shall rise
The weight is too much
At first all will be bleak
The ashes, tombstones

Stripped down, Naked and bare
The legacy feeding on itself
Soon all is quiet
Light as a feather…

Silent winds carry away
These ashes
All in the noisy head
Of a silent islander

Lonely and stranded
No cry for help
Safer to watch
Than to be

Day #9

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Thought i’d try a couple haikus after what feels like ages!

Heavy with dew
Fresh with a purpose
The sun rains a storm

Star-lit moon eyes
Dotted birds of metal
Hovering clouds


I liked the feelings you evoked
In a heart kept cold
Lest it warmed up enough
To be sliced in two.

But the warmth was worth it
The thawing was bliss
The magic of love flowed
To a place where it was sorely missed

And the feelings you let me
Gather up in my treasure chest
Those memories of happiness
Those memories of love

Shall stay forever
And forever, shall stay
Buried in my heart
For someone to unearth.