s(He) meant the world

They write poems in memory of such couples.
I write a few lines reminiscing about a couple for whom the world did mean each other.

Age and sickness finally caught up with him.
At noon, his earthly sojourn was over.
She went to bed, shortness of breath brought on her death.
Buried on the morrow, amidst much sorrow, they lie:
Together in life, together in death

Reassurance

In this moment
I wait for the reassurance
That the seeming stillness before me
Will be filled with the vigour of ages past.
That the future of countless memories
Will get a shot at survival.
That jigsaws have a legitimate existence
As broken pieces.

Long road to gratefulness

Will I be grateful only...
For the crispness of spring
The sunshine on my back
A free day to take a long walk
The occasional novel thrown in
A satisfying day of work
And an email long overdue
For a dainty tea party
A cook-out with friends

Will I be grateful?
For deadlines and feverish writing
And a mind that loves to wander
Days that feel like years
The sudden pangs of loneliness
A stack of dirty dishes by the sink
Food appetizing to none
For pricking conscience and over-zealous moments
Every plan waylaid

Life

wouldn't be as interesting if it was not lived in the head

Looking forward

It's a sunny day in London and I can hear someone strumming on an electric guitar somewhere in the flat above me. And for reasons that I can't fathom, it makes me want to write. What exactly? I have no clue. Probably, it's just the world seems so much nicer, now that I can smell and taste again (Dad's medication sure is working). Or for some reason, the strumming, gets me thinking of my first days in London and stirs up that feeling of looking forward to things - at that time, it was about what my classes and classmates were going to be like, whether I would like living in London..you get the drift. Today, those jazz chords are making me want to hope at a stage when things are set to change, yet again.

True, it's only half-way through the year, but my core classes have ended, which officially means that I will never be sitting in my Transnational class with the 27 people from so many different part of the globe. Did we become friends for a life-time over 20 weeks of 3-hour lectures, presentations and heated debates amongst such strong-minded opinionated people? Will we all ever meet up again? I don't know, I have my doubts, despite all the promises of meeting up and getting together again. But, I did feel a twinge of sadness, when we had our last class combined with a pot luck lunch two days ago. The feeling when good things have ended and you resurrect them in your memory, to hold onto them.

For today though, I want to hold on to that feeling of looking forward to newness - setting up my own study schedules, motivating myself to keep up with timelines and figuring out whether I can be a disciplined person when left to myself. Only time will tell. But I hope the feeling lasts!

P.S Prof Dave Morley says: We spend our lives doing things that help us regain elements of an (often idealised) past. And though, I've chosen to paraphrase him somewhat inaccurately and out of context, I just felt the need to add that line, for some apparent or non-apparent reason.
P.P.S It's nice to see the sun still shining in London at 6.30 pm. How I love day-light saving time!
Sayonara for the day folks.

Ode to Grey's Anatomy

Like heaps of other people on the planet, I began my tryst with Grey's Anatomy a few months ago. Now I've never been the sort to follow a drama to the extent of checking when the next episode would be aired but this time, I've caught the fever and its extremely frustrating to see how slowly Season 7 has been progressing. Now, given that this is not usual LMT behaviour, a couple of friends have been asking me about what makes GA the exception.

To you dear ladies, I say:
While McDreamy, Richard, Addision, Lexie, Izzie, Miranda, Arizona, Mark, Alex and their innumerable patients have been great, what makes it even more worthwhile for me to dedicate 40 minutes once a week are Cristina Yang and Meredith Grey. Probably because Cristina Yang as she appears in Season 1, epitomises the kind of life I thought I could live. Where you have one goal and you make it your life's motive to follow it, and everything else recedes into the background. Decisions appear so easy to make when you look at it the Cristina way.

In stark contrast to Cristina's single-mindedness is Meredith and her gazillion issues, living in shadow of her mother's greatness, her inappropriate relationship with Derek Shepherd, coping with her mother's Alzheimer's, forging new relationships with Lexie, her father, Richard and so on. And as much as the series is about Cristina expanding the scope of her world to include things and people and emotion, it is also about Meredith learning to face things head on and prioritising what she wants, instead of running away from everything. At many levels, the show advocates for me the ideal of balance, that too little or too much of things can wreak havoc.

What I also like is that Shonda Rhimes (whoa, I know the name of the lady who does the screenplay) doesn't have any perfect women as her central characters. Take Addison Montgomery, who has it all in terms of looks and professional success, but can't juggle it with a successful relationship, or Miranda Bailey whose difficult marriage and eventual status as a single mother, makes it impossible for her to take up research in paediatrics. To me, every women in the series represents a different step on the ladder, professionally and personally, they face difficult choices and live with the consequences, tough though it may seem. Which is why I watch it, even though it often sends me on a tear-roll!

Add to the storyline a few good looking men, and voila! you have a winning TV drama, I guess.

P.S: Who ever thought I would dedicate an entire blogpost to a TV drama.

Why

are so many people shutting down blogs that I've grown used to reading? It's grossly unfair.

(Sve, you've inspired me to attempt the one-line post. In my best London Tipton style, Yay Sve!)