As a kid, I lived in what my relatives called the back of the beyond. Oh, it may be all the rage now, but Thane was a small sleepy town in the 80s. Not that it mattered to me. Home was full of wide open spaces, where we ran and climbed trees and skinned our shins and ran some more. Home was full of lakes and trees. And home was full of bougainvilleas. ...
You might have been the high priest of all technological progress in the decades I grew up, But to me, you will always be a teacher! You were the guy who taught me all about managing people and organisations. And you were the guy, who taught me all about grit and persistence. ...
If you haven’t been to Tim’s blog and read his awesomely long monologues, watch the video first Then go read this article, which explains the video in text followed by this one (optional) for even more detail, followed by this one which shows you how to actually beat procrastination And this one, tells me in a funny, yet poignant way why all this matters! Procrastination is something I struggle with on a daily basis; and have for a long time I’ve been working at it. This pic gives me hope And like Dory, I’ll just keep swimming ...
(My toast at Nuts’ communion reception on the 3rd of January, 2016 … posted for posterity) Hello! Good Evening to all you warm folks … and a Happy New Year! That gorgeous girl (sorry not this one – that one) over there is my wife of four years :) She is Natanya’s much, older cousin :) Which is how I met Natanya four years ago. I wanted her to be my flower girl, but when I saw her, it was love at first sight and I asked her to marry me instead! ...
It’s been two months since we checked you in. Four, since we figured out what was eating you alive. A year and two months, since we started battling it. You’ve been so brave, through it all! Through scans and needles and burning meds Sleepless nights, and broken muscles, and A lost voice, unable to eat, to speak And even though you’re tired, I’m so glad we made it through. Time to soldier on. Time to pick up the pieces of our life. ...
My mother wants me to write for her … You wrote for Daddy, she said. Now write a little something for me too. Such is Mummy. Satisfied with love. So here’s to you Mummy! Happy 60th! Sometimes I think, being a mother is all she ever knows. She had three boys by the time she was twenty eight. Daddy worked two jobs, to feed us. Leaving Mummy to handle three hyperactive boys. And she did. ...