Serendipity, still unfound

"Ask for forgiveness, not permission. Waiting for permission may mean missing opportunity or wasting your own energy. Think about what is at risk if you do something first before seeking explicit permission and if you can take that risk, go for it. You will find that you start to save time and energy while also creating more room for experiments and change.

"Inspire yourself daily and that means recognising that sometimes ice cream is all the leadership development you need and the best personal coaches are your friends."

A dear friend wrote this as part of her learnings and reflections. In this time of flux, I take strength from these words. And talking about drawing strength, only now have I begun to unravel the relationship that we lightly term as "friendship". Incredibly powerful bond this. I have to draw out a list...but I shall save that for a more appropriate time. For now: thanks. Again.

Yes yes...

I've been busy....busy trying to make sense of it all...the only thing I'm sure of right now is I miss Bangalore. Terribly so.

Uh Oh...

He's coming. And she might be too. Both this weekend. I hope I'm here. Now all we need are some Portuguese strikers and a bottle or two of Moscatel. Ah well...that'll have to wait till next June I guess.

Putting the F back in Freedom :-)

I just saw one of the funniest, most irreverent takes on everything possible but mostly to do with US foreign policy and American action around the world. The name of this cracker jack of a puppet show-movie is Team America - World Police. The name itself tells you a little about how the movie would be. Watch it for sure. You can also read about it here.

PS - I didn't like the repeated pot shots on Matt Damon...although the Jerry Maguire line-spoof is one of the funniest you'll hear.

3 tapes

One of my earliest memories of owning music were 3 tapes I found in my uncle's room...around the time I was around 8 years old I think. A "best of Beatles", a "best of John Denver" and another weird looking tape bearing the title "Sultans of Swing". I thought this last one was too stupid a name for a set of songs to have and the name Dire Straits denoted a singular lack of appeal to me. (aah how I still regret the day I threw that tape away...I was to wait many years after that to be delivered to musical nirvana by Mr. Knopfler). However John Denver became a daily listen for me. I found his songs free, fascinating, light, easy...a sense of tune infused into feelings of love...for nature, for family. I didn't know where Aspen was but it became a magical place for me. I began reading about the Rocky mountains too. And intently dug out information about Colorado. Somehow I missed out one of his songs and just as well. Sometimes you find things when they're meant to be found, as I did with this piece of musical poetry by the late & great man.

Looking for space by John Denver


On the road of experience
Im trying to find my own way
Sometimes I wish that I could fly away
When I think that Im moving
Suddenly things stand still
Im afraid cause I think they always will

And Im looking for space
And to find out who I am
And Im looking to know and understand
Its a sweet sweet dream
Sometimes Im almost there
Sometimes I fly like an eagle and
Sometimes Im deep in despair

All alone in the universe
Sometimes thats how it seems
I get lost in the sadness and the screams
Then I look in the centre
Suddenly everythings clear
I find myself in the sunshine and my dreams

And Im looking for space
And to find out who I am
And Im looking to know and understand
Its a sweet sweet dream
Sometimes Im almost there
Sometimes I fly like an eagle and
Sometimes Im deep in despair

On the road of experience
Join in the living day
If theres an answer
Its just that its just that way