Monday, June 26, 2017

Babyface

He is on the train from Kyoto to Osaka. It is a 'bullet' train. He closes his eyes and sings the song to himself. He knows it looks crazy, but he cannot help it. It seems appropriate. Their songs were as far sighted and wise then as they are passe now.

Periodically another super express whizzes by in the opposite direction, blocking the view of apartments in front of mountains momentarily.

The journey will end soon. The journey will resume soon.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

That's Amore

It reminds him of those Saturday afternoons when he used to watch the Serie A highlights. It would begin with snippets of goals scored by Gullit, van Basten, Vialli, Manicini, Baresi, Signori, Rijkaard, Fonseca and others. There was a superb theme song that set just the right tone for settling in and watching clever football played in huge cauldron-like stadiums. Then the song would end, and the camera would pan out to show the line-ups for the featured match.

It seemed like Italian football was always played in the sun. Just brilliant.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

One Night in Bangkok

It is just a short trip up and back. He reaches there at night on a Thursday, and is scheduled to fly back on the Saturday morning. In those two nights, the level of debauchery is unbelievable. He flies back in a state of shock at his own misbehaviour. It was meant to be a start of a new chapter, but he has backslid once more.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Fight Test

It is a crowded lobby. Parents are rushing to drop their kids off, and kids are doing all they can to delay going to school. It happens in an instant - he feels a child brush against him just as he whirls around. The next moment the boy is on his (diaper-protected) bum on the floor, and starting to wail. 

The father rushes to the boy's side and picks him up. Heaven forbid his son should fall down. He is gesticulating, swearing and comforting all at once. "You do know this place is full of children, right?". He mutters swear word after swear word. The lady at the front desk is watching the events unfold. He sees her and demands for CCTV playback, "Kick his boy out! We have no place for ignorant bullies here!".

The target of his ire thinks it is better not to fight. He asks if the boy is alright. His own boy watches on, bemused by the drama. Who does he think won this game? Who does he want to be?

Months later, the fiery nut tries to initiate polite conversation. The oppressed one nods but remains silent, forgiving but not forgetting.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Dog Days Are Over

Have you ever wished for someone you love to die, and to die quickly? I wish you never have to.

He is dreaming of walking, running, barking, playing. His breathing is steady. I see a smile twitch onto his face. In reality, he is just a shell, shivering at noon.

Rest in peace Tiger. I pray you are in a green field of happiness.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Do You Realize??

Play this song at my funeral.

Monday, December 19, 2016

I Can't Forget

Statistics, it's all bull****

Did you know you can prove anything using statistics?

Statistics has never solved anything for me in my entire life.

Are you sure there is money in that?