Vanakkam Doctor !

Da, Da, Da Long hours and less sleep. Loads of food. Litres of alcohol. Less exercise. Post-Christmas and pre- new year sojourn. Festive and relaxed air. May be, my perception. Is it always like this at this time of the year? Beautiful past few days with friend and families. Laughter eases us off. Loads of them. Laughter is the essence of life; essence is laughter interspersed with friends and families. Walked a bit last few days. Running is sparse. Few birthdays came and gone. Loads of us born in December I suppose. “Kind words with a smiling face Are better than gifts of grace”- Tiruvalluvar “Agan-amarnthu eethalin nandre mukan-amarnthu  Insolan aagap perin”-in Tamil 2000 years ago. Conjugation came and gone. Jupiter and Saturn appeared together as a single bright star for few days, last week and sooner, last year. Closest they appeared for our naked eyes; albeit are 500 million miles apart. Are we not victims of our own arrogance and life’s apparent absurdity? Shameless. Americans.

  Reflective puddles. Cool breeze. Clear sky and mind. Reflective puddles from an overnight rain. Dots on the pool. Cigarette buds strewn along the aisles. City keepers are back in action. Grasses are cut. I am reminded of my corner shop days in Chennai where I spend and lived, most of my schooling aromatic days. I loved the smell of cigarettes as I grew with them. Smelt a loads of them. Not anymore. My dad’s favourite was panama and later on Gold flake kings; Appa flaked out too early. “Nerunal ulanoruvan indruilaai ennum Perumai udaithu-ivv ulagu” Alive was he yesterday, but not today It’s a marvel of world in its own way-Tiruvalluvar on impermanence (2000 AD). Festivities on air; against life’s oddities and covidities. Great indeed. New variant on the horizon. May be few more on anvil. Highly contagious. We shall know in another six months. Efficacy of, a single shot, hence your guess. May need combo covid jabs, depending upon our destination. Yearly Jab package may become a new nor

Every day is same.  Only us laden them with loads from our whims and fancies, name and now worry about them; every day.  Overnight rain. Cooler breeze; Yellow leaves are withering off. In the process, writing a poem in air (read somewhere). May be busy today; was on call last night. Cars are passing by. Few buses too; heavy and empty. May be due to covid. School and its yards are quite. December and eeriness at school verandas. Slow traffic is murmuring. No honking in here. Mostly sensible; try not to wake us from our somnambulistic sojourn to work. May need to touch base with caffeine soon. Tea is a sober one. May be like a morning Gin with no sequel (in flights). Consume. Enjoy. Forget. Late night tea however can keep me crazy insomniac at least until the next morning! Meditative mind is buzzing with music; few familiar tune and faces; “Hello and Morning”. Yellow leaves trampled upon and few gone soggy and delightful brown with overnight rain. Snails and slugs; natures vividness; pas

He was 3, when I left for UK, looking for greener pastures. He was born as my nephew, right after an unfortunate demise of my niece, and hence was and is our most favorite amongst the kiddies.  Great guy with loads of humility interspersed with naïve arrogance; affection; intelligence and passion.  A Musical revelation and an avid reader; disciplined to the core and stickler for his ideas and him very principled. He is not known to be romantic(!); however, getting married this week and Sibi, as we affectionately call him, has been waiting patiently for more than a year for this week with covidities and life’s oddities playing up in 2020. We wish him with our deepest of our love and affection for him, who is  chartering a new path and course with his beau Krithika, towards a wonderful and a happy married life. Our best wishes from here in Singapore for Sibi and Krithika. May god bless them both!!

To gather or together? Monday. Traditional Blues. Should have taken a day off. Bless me. A, 13-minute walk to work. Reflective and a meditative trail. I try, mobile Vipassana too. Less people, more chirpers with gaudy trees and greenly grass. Ideas are evanescent. Blogs are written here. Paintings are etched. This narrow undulant landscape, winding besides the back of a Simei school. Children are on December vacation. Decibel is low and no murmurs. Trees as tall as 10 storey building; silhouetted by blue and green. A scene from my latest painting; rape seed farm land in an English countryside. Eyes couldn’t, wallow, swallow and absorb the vividness of it; momentary orgasmic exultations; I was startled for the first time, when I watched it with my beleaguered eyes, napping in a train from Liverpool to London way back in 1994, after an overnight on-call. The greenery here in Singa is similarly remarkable. Nature in symbiosis with human beings. Like an un- adultered love ebbing from an ud

Saturday morning and ruthless stabbers. Morning was nice. Last night run and rain were great; however, netflixing was not aided by whiskey, as I had promised. Vipassana is getting better and Carnatic violin on Spotify too. A nearby waterhole, looked startling. It’s a crispy morning with a gentle breeze. Red dragon flies were mating in an open air. Great to see them beings, being acrobatic on air, inhibition shy. Narcissist dragons also seem to kiss their own reflections before they mate. Cool.  Shiny turtles were doing sentinel work on boulders. A lonely stork was giving me company for almost an hour, before, I resumed my detour. Life is so exciting in the woods. Creepy and seamless stabbers; watch out, for back stabbers; rooted amongst friends and amongst relatives . Wonder what’s the meaning of word virtue and being virtuous; when surrounded by selfish vines, like a python engulfing a poor prey. Life has taught me so much; albeit still shy at the art of managing stealthy bombers. The

Hazy, morning.  Not keen for work. Friday bells. Meditated with mindfulness hoping for mindlessness. Shower and morning Tea were consumed. Soothing music to sooth me on google nest and the usual chit chat with kiddies in UK, saying “niteo “(good night). Sky is hazy and clear. It’s always. May be a Needle shower today unlike yesterday; thunderous downpour,  like a wailing sperm whale (Netflix, you tube). It’s December. Brown grass has metamorphosed into something, along with flies. Smell of a just mowed grass, wafting up like a slow aphrodisiac, in the nearer air. A human being can only move at his or her own pace (read somewhere). Snails too; scattered and spluttered on the pathway. Few lying crushed out by overzealous joggers and early morning walkers. May be a tasty meal or two for early morning chirpers. Slugs moving painfully, leaving a jelly, slimy, reflective, trail. Grown up trees spewing oxygen at my masked up attire with laughter. I almost lost balance and did a ballet maneuve

Cars are mulling by. Off to work. Saw dust is smitten with soil around a tree trunk; shaded like Saturn rings. Everything seems orderly; however, it’s not. It’s weird. I am walking ahead of me and have a 360 degrees around. Drone myself over and over, soon and surprised. It looks so different to last night, when I came the same spot for a run. Blue mask is fluttering on my face, whilst the skin desperately seeking fresh air. Past and future. There is no present; except for third person, observing you. Blurred in some minutiae, and seconds, and so the demarcation of life and present. Cars are mulling by and I am off. Weekend partying may be apt. May need to invite few friends over for dinner. Shall go for a run and a walk. Plan to live here for ever. White mask fluttering on my face. Living in a moment means, to be kind to myself and people alike, may freeze moments in our mind; well mulling over , past, by thawing them once again. Cars are speeding by. I stop and stay at signal. Lo