Ever the thought crossed our minds
The one who we seek may be hiding
Fearful of being held responsible
For the chaos that was created
Or maybe a fine tuning is going on
To remove the kinks of imperfection
May be once the agents of division
Take care of themselves fighting each other
Seeking will be unnecessary as atlast
Goodness lives in hearts of all
And the one we seek live in peace
And let us live on peace
In harmony, satisfied on reaching the goal
house under fumigation
to vacate was the instruction
arranged a quick vacation
looking forward to relaxation
to Santa Cruz with anticipation
hoping to get rid of my affliction
from the disease tion(I am afflicted….)
We went for a quick vacation to Santa Cruz for two nights. Santa Cruz being less than an hour’s drive from our house, we go there quite frequently but normally always on a day trip. This time we decided to take a midweek break and booked a two nights stay at Ocean Echo Inn and Cottage. The small Sunny Cove beach was just next to the inn.
We arrived at the inn at about three in the afternoon, so we spent the afternoon in the beach. We were rewarded with one of the most stunning sunsets I had ever seen.
We had dinner at an Italian Argentinean restaurant and hoped to call it a day early. Unfortunately once we put the TV on, before we realized it was past mid-night.
Next day after breakfast we drove to Natural Bridges State Park. It was a beautiful day and we were rewarded with an amazing vista.
After spending some time at the Natural Bridges State Park, we walked towards the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk along along West Cliff Drive by the side of the ocean.
The long walk of about five miles certainly made us hungry and we had an excellent lunch at Crow’s Nest restaurant in Santa Cruz harbor. The walk and the good lunch had a relaxing effect and we decided to have an afternoon nap followed by a walk on the beach.
As we were leaving for home in the morning and my better half was driving directly to her work, we had an early dinner and went to bed early. By morning the weather had turned cool We had our breakfast at the inn patio and after a last look at the beach and ocean headed home, sure to be back again.
As my whatsapp contact list gets longer and longer
And my memory becomes weaker and weaker
Did I miss any one in the list to send my cut and paste, I wonder
Scan all post forwarded to find the one to share
If I don’t I am sure that there would be a danger
Of world falling into knowledge gap and committing blunder
I check the responses attentively to decipher
Hidden meaning of the emogies of an inbox cluttered
It’s the response of fake news that I most fear
I just wanted to spread the news, I hope it is clear
If you don’t like to be educated, delete it my dear
I never did a PhD. I did start taking classes once towards that lofty goal. Classes were in the morning before work. After a semester or so, with full time work, young kid and family, it became really hard to keep going. So PhD for me remained a Pretty Hard Decision, to pursue or to give up I was not sure then and not now also.
Yesterday I was on the phone with my friend, a university tenured professor and PhD to the boot. During our conversation he briefly mentioned that one of his friend got PhD after retirement. Somewhere in a corner of my heart, I felt a little bit of envy, may be a little jealousy too. I must have seen a ray of hope also and wanted to know more.
My fried explained that after retirement his friend got (Blood) Pressure, Heart attack and Diabetes, in short PHD.
Now it is not a pretty hard decision for me to stay away from that phd.
I wrote this poem a few days back in my mother tongue , অসমীয়া (pronounced Axomiya, also known as Assamese) and translated to Bengali and shared with my friends and family. After a couple of days I translated the poem to Hindi and English in that order. Among the four, Hindi is my weak point. Sharing all four version with English first and the others in the order written.
Ask me not what pain is hidden
Behind the smile
Past is buried today
Long forgotten Continue reading “Don’t ask me about past bygone”
My aching waist is complaining
Desire to spend a life time with you
Is being confined within the four walls
Upkeep of which is slowly throttling my will
The aching heart is no match
For the constant reminder
Of the pain from areas I did not know exist
A clean floor reflects my sweaty face
As I ensure that it does not drop
And ruin a beautiful day
I don’t know what I am talking about
As the sunny day outside
Mocks my darkened face
A little humor maybe
To uplift my sagging spirit
As I contemplate the sun will set
Before I call it a day
Many of us may have a story about duct tape coming to the rescue in a sticky situation. To that I am adding my recent one.
On Monday, May 20, we boarded the plane ready to return home after a week long vacation. The day started early. As the shuttle from the hotel to the airport that we were supposed to take were full, we were forced to take an earlier shuttle. That meant that we had to get up real early and had a long wait at the airport. We boarded on time and settled down for a four hour flight. I dozed off and on but soon realized that the plane was still stuck on the runway and departure time had already come and gone. Curious to know what was the cause of the delay, I started to look around for an answer. Soon I saw the pilot walking near where I was sitting and open an over head bin diagonally across where my seat was. It was a small bin with a small black suitcase. my mind raced through several theories. I overheard the pilot saying to one of the crew member that he can’t take a risk. Soon a ground crew with a yellow vest arrived on the scene and opened the bin. He took out a screw driver and tried to fix something. He gave up after some try, went to the back of the plane ( my seat was on the last row before the toilets) and started talking on the phone. Obviously there was some argument and I heard him saying that he can’t fix it as someone had replaced a screw with a non-standard screw. Sabotage? Soon another crew member took the black carry on out of the bin and moved to the front of the plane and out the door. Another ground crew member arrived soon and things started falling in place. The door of the overhead bin had come loose and the pilot did not want to fly as he was apprehensive that the bin door may open during flight and be a safety hazard. The first ground crew could not fix the door as someone before had replaced the original screw with a larger screw and now the standard screw won’t fit. The second ground crew had a roll of duct tape ( red color for good measure) that both of them applied liberally to ensure that the overhead bin door stay shut during the flight.
You can see the end result on the featured image. No harm done. A small screw delayed our departure by forty five minutes but the flight itself after that was uneventful. I shudder to think of the delay that could have been if we were forced to change plane. Duct tape did save the day.