Gratitude

Omnia mors æquat. “Death levels all things.” — Claudianus And so, I take each new day with gratitude.

You turn 34 today! I’ve known you for seventeen of those years. (I’ve known you half your life! :) We’ve been in love, eight. And I’ve been privileged to share my life with you, and walk with you for nearly, six. I cannot imagine life without you. You love crazy movies; (Which you drag me to.) You can engineer anything out of anything. (rain gutters out of old bisleri bottles,...

I lucked out when I met you on Feb 22nd, 1997 at my very first job interview. For all the photos I’ve shot of people, I still don’t have one of yours :) You’ve been my guilty secret :P While my life has been filled with turmoil, for the past fifteen years, you’ve been the one I counted on. You’ve always been my rock! You made sure work was a safe haven and a joy to do....

Memento Mori and gratitude! That is all…

“I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.” — Lang Leav, Lullabies

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.

(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....

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....