Friday, March 1, 2013


In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. - Milan Kundera

Even if you don't plan to read the entire book, at least read the first page of The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Then, ping me. To put such a universal concept into such powerful prose makes for arresting reading.

I'm off to Milan soon. Off to traipse through the canals of Venice and sit at cafes and imbibe copious quantities of limoncello. To spend hours on the train gossiping with Khushboo, to shop and to get more stamps in my passport. To forget about life for a while.

All this anticipation, for all of three days! A huge chunk of my day goes in living out my vacation before it even begins. I can already smell the post vacation blues.

As the fiscal year closes, here is some obligatory complaining about tax forms and all it's associated fanfare. Moan, whine, moan. Why do we have to grow up so fast. Time runs merrily along assuming that we can keep up, while people like me, hardly athletic, stumble and clutch at our asthmatic inhalers of youth, hoping to catch up.