The say when a period of “grey” comes, it comes in three’s.
Apologies fellow bloggers for the lack of activity (posts and comments).
An inflammation in my left foot earlier this week kept me armchair bound, it’s the worst pain I have ever had | I hobbled with grief at my friends funeral earlier in the week too | My laptop died on me the same day as the above two occurences.
Normal service to resume from Monday.
Have a Great Weekend – another dose of Thundercats today 
“Sword Of Omens, give me sight BEYOND sight”
My son and I were flicking through the sky channels Saturday morning when to our surprise we spotted Thundercats being aired on Cartoon Network HD later in the evening. I couldn’t describe my feelings at that moment, maybe overwhelmed, but the next action was to hit the RECORD button on the sky remote and watch it later.
I finished reading Vikas-Swarup’s book Six Suspects yesterday and thought to myself, it’s an excellent book which should be passed on to someone else to read. But how? Well I’ll post it to whoever wants to read it. Continue reading
Came across a blog the other day and the blogger had a post linking to something called National Novel Writing Month. So I had a browse and thought, why not, I have been meaning to write something of some substance, let’s try out this 30 day challenge which starts on the 1st November.
Here’s my proof and a little insight into what the story is about:
So, why not give it a try.
I remember the first time we met.
It was the 08:10 train to Cannon Street and I was a newbie joining the London rush,
I spotted a friend on the train sitting with you,
That’s when I first noticed your black briefcase, used as a makeshift table for playing cards.
At first I was embarrassed to join, aware of commuters eyes peering down.
I remember your first words, “Kaka (baby), come play Bhabi with us”. You had a certain charm, a golden smile.
Three years passed, we boarded the same train, settled in our carriage, out came the briefcase and the playing cards.
I remember one morning, we made a pact, “let’s not play any cards, let’s talk”, you said.
Ten minutes into our journey, no one had spoken a word, I recall that chap from Chase Manhattan saying, “no cards today boys”? Out came your briefcase and playing cards, that experiment didn’t work.
I remember sitting in your car one evening, we sang some old Bollywood classics, you could sing, there was no doubt about that.
There was this smile on your face, hence why I couldn’t ever take you seriously. You were the centre of attention, you loved it, but we loved it too, we were all glued to you, it was addictive.
You sang at my wedding, I remember that, we were all mesmerised, I Thank You for that.
Years passed and we lost contact. I heard things, sad things. Bumping into you last year was great, you still had that smile. Bumping into you in April this year was great, but that smile had vanished, you looked different my friend.
I came to see you last week, but we were late for visiting time. I don’t suppose you would have noticed, I was told there were machines keeping you alive.
I didn’t come back to see you, I had an image of you in my head and I wanted to keep it that way. You know, that charming smile of yours.
This morning, I got the call, that you had cheated us and gone somewhere far.
I have mixed emotions because of your lifestyle, but you were truly a good man. You will be missed my friend.
A post dedicated to a dear friend, who today passed away at the tender age of 43. I have so many fond memories, it was a pleasure knowing you.
