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God Has Grace, Even For Fools

Abby, sitting in the leaves at Lalbag

I still find it hard to believe, that I turned this gorgeous girl down, when she told me that she loved me twelve years ago!

My life would would have been so different!

But God has grace, even for a fool like me.
And, so did she.

I love you, babygirl.

To quote Lang Leave,

I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are.
How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence

I love you so much!1

  1. I wrote I love you twice and was about to edit and remove one of the lines, but Abby thinks I could love her twice over and let the line stay. So here babygirl, I love you thrice over! :) 

On Li’l Zeimona!

Zei, sad

Sad li’l Zei

Zei, the goonda

Li’l goonda Zei

Zei, the kook

Li’l kooky Zei

Zei, bored

Li’l blah Zei

Zei, model

Li’l “Look at me, I’m a scooty model!” Zei

Zei, happy

Happy li’l Zei

Zei, really happy

Really happy li’l Zei

Zei, dancing happy

Really, really “I’m so happy I could dance, because it’s my birthday” li’l Zei

To my li’l muse,
It’s funny how you’ve walked into my life and made a place there… like you’ve always belonged!
I pray you always be happy, and that you always have your sense of innocence and gay abandon.

Happy Birthday, my little one

Lots of love,



Dear Lord,

Thank you for making this bundle of mischief my better half


And help me always keep her this happy.


Even if it means, I have to wear funny clothes to do that!

And Abby – I love you!

To Subra

Dear Sir,

I read your post yesterday, and for the first time, in the really long time I have been reading your blog, you genuinely shocked me a little bit.

The post seemed a little out of sorts and a little down to me. As if, you were really doubting your worth as a teacher

For a little bit, I was back in school, to when my teacher’s “Teacher” mask would slip a bit & I would get a glimpse of the person beneath.

You say, all learning is caught, but what drops of water will I catch, or run around under, if a fountain does not rain down on me?

I am a prime example of the student you speak of. I am a smart alec, autodidact. The teacher does not matter, since I can find everything online and I can teach my self vitually anything, I put my mind to.

Or can I?

And to me, Sir, the answer is No.
That’s because I have been fortunate enough to have people in my life who have taught me so well, that I cannot imagine life without what they did for me.

  • Maria Barrot, taught me English & persistence.
  • Sunil Varma, taught me Digital Electronics & the importance of always learning.
  • The two principles, I do my consulting with, made me worldly wise
  • Manish Chauhan of Jago Investor, ostensibly taught me how to get out of debt, but was actually teaching me how to help people and how to be a more giving person.
    Goddammit Manish, put an ‘about us’ on your site. I hate linking to Linkedin! :P
  • My parents!

And finally an old guy called P V Subramanyam who says he makes smart people richer.

I found you because Manish kept linking to your articles.
I stayed because you tease, insult, joke, criticize, poke, but hey you also teach.
If it sounds like you said that, you did :)
But to me, the most important fact is that you stay real. You are yourself – honest, true, transparent with no agendas, save self improvement :)
You taught me money is not the end all and be all of life, but that improvement is holistic.
And most importantly, you goad me into thinking for myself and you taught me how to reflect.

So while, some might copy a few words here and there, they can never be you.
And while I might learn something specific from somewhere, nothing can ever replace the love and attention and the wealth of knowledge, a good teacher can shower on you.

You are a teacher, not because you “teach”, but because that’s just who you are.
You are not only my Dronacharya, you are also my quirky [Mr. Chips] ( :)

Stay the same, Sir! And thank you so much, for all you do.

With the best of regards,

I remain,
Your humble student.

06/09/2014 - edited for clarity, because I just landed up as a post on Subra’s blog!

On 36 Trips Around the Sun

Me, being awesome by sucking in my stomach :P
This year, I realized…

  • Memento Mori! I’m not superhuman. I’m lucky, nay blessed to be alive.
  • Some people change… some don’t. I have to learn to live with that.
  • Being debt free is an awesomely freeing feeling.
  • Meditation and prayer help.
  • I was a fool to have given up on reading and music.
  • Bird on a Wire” is the soundtrack to my life.
  • That whenever I’m down, all I need to get rid of sad, depressive thoughts is to look up.
    That’s it. It always works.
    Crane your neck and look up. Try it :)
  • I have very few friends. But they’re awesome.
  • I am luckier than most when it comes to my work & career.
    Vivek & Vinay, I cannot thank you guys enough. You guys both have been so influential and so supportive in my life, I cannot express my gratitude enough. You guys are my other family. I love you for all you do.
  • I spent my childhood being scared of my parents; my teens, resenting them; and my twenties in rebellion and thinking that they were not so smart.
    Turns out, they were the best thing to have happened to me.
    I know that now.
    And I will spend the rest of my life in gratitude and love as far as they go.
    And finally…
  • I should have married Abbygail, twelve years ago.Yes, I was wrong Abby, and I hope this public admission lays our one long standing argument to rest :)
    The past three years with you, have been bliss and to quote The Platters… “Only you, can make this world seem right!”

Thank you, Lord!
I could not ask for more.

The Mystic


The man is a mystic, a loner.

I think he is content all by himself.
He likes sitting by himself, lost in his thoughts.
He used to love long walks at night gazing at the stars, when he was young and able to.
He loves listening to Jim Reeves or Patsy Cline crooning as he relaxes after a hard day at work.
His is a man of faith, of prayer.

And yet, I have never let him be.

He was never by himself, having shouldered the reponsibility of his large number of siblings, his parents, his wife and his three kids.
There was no quiet for him, with our constant demands for attention.
Yet, if I am a good responsible human, who yearns for solitude, I owe it to him.

He could never really enjoy the stars, because he had three noisy kids who would walk with him at night, peppering with with a thousand questions.
And yet, today if I enjoy the moon at night or point out the stars to my wife, I silently thank him.

He would get barely 10 minutes of listening in, before I would hog the tape deck and blare disco and pop.
Today, it’s mostly his music that I listen to.

I have had several crises of faith. But I see his devotion and think, if God is good enough for him, He’s good enough for me.

Happy Birthday, Daddy! I love you.

Happy Birthday Vinay!

Vinay Ruparel

You have given me so much over the years and taught me so much, I cannot begin to say Thank You, enough :)

Thank you for believing in me, for pushing me, for all your pep talks, for all you’ve done for me and for being such an awesome guy :)

I could go on and on about us, but this is one little moment I’ll never forget.

In the middle of one of your pep talks to a couple of us, you pointed to me and started with, “Main isko mera chota bhai maanta hoon…”

That is all I’ll ever ask of you :)

Happy Birthday, Vinay!

Happy Birthday Mits!

Mitu Nazareth

There’s something to be said, when you miss a friend, daily even after donkey’s ears of being apart.

Thank you!

  • for picking me up, when I was down and out
  • for making me laugh
  • for all your advice; on everything ever
  • for being best friend and stern mentor at the same time
  • for being so awesome
  • for just being you

For teaching me

“No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other’s worth.”

I truly believe this now :)

So, wherever you are …
Happy Birthday Mitu Ma!
Stay blessed!
And I shall forever be grateful, for you!

That’s the only pic of you I have, warts & all, so deal with it :P

75 Years, In Memoriam


Dad was what Brett McKay calls, both a good man and good at being a man.

I could write reams about my father, but I wouldn’t know where to start.

He gave me life and then has been my sustenance ever since.
He’s the source of everything that’s good in me.

His deep baritone, echoed in our fledgling church as we sung hymns every Saturday.
When I close my eyes and remember my early years, it’s his voice that sings me rhymes and lullabies.
Our love for music and song flow from that voice.

He was an artiste and master craftsman.
While he plied his trade as a carpenter, he could build a beautifully functional anything.
Our home used to be filled with carvings of little animals he made.
Speakers, he built, filled our home with music and song.
School books used to be adorned with his sketches (as was my homework)


There’s a Mickey on my bookshelf door that smiles at me, everyday.
I write these words on a table he built 25 years ago (as he did everything else at home.)
Mom never had to worry about knives or dressing tables.

If there was anything that needed doing, he’d do it.
A grassroots worker, he helped build up two little church congregations.
He helped people around in our little chawl.
“Uncle” was always helpful with time and money and chocolates for little ones who always seemed to find him, wherever he was.

He was a giver and a doer.
A Good Samaritan of the highest order, he’d give the shirt off his back if he could.
Be kind to those in need is something he lived and imbued in us.
Folks call me a sentimental fool at times.
And I’m proud! My father taught me that.

The more I live my life, the more I realise I’ve imbued so much of him.
The curiosity to always learn something new.
The strength to endure whatever life throws your way.
Valuing family over everything else.
Being kind.
Amor Fati.

And to paraphrase Brett again, as I think of the life my Dad led, as I think of the shade he sheltered me in, I’ve a painful yearning to return home.
The Greeks called this nostalgia.
And while my heart aches for that time, it’s a good ache.
I’m glad I have those memories and I’m indebted to Dad for giving them to me.