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On 36 Trips Around the Sun

Me, being awesome by sucking in my stomach :P
This year, I realized…

  • Memento Mori! I’m not superhuman. I’m lucky, nay blessed to be alive.
  • Some people change… some don’t. I have to learn to live with that.
  • Being debt free is an awesomely freeing feeling.
  • Meditation and prayer help.
  • I was a fool to have given up on reading and music.
  • Bird on a Wire” is the soundtrack to my life.
  • That whenever I’m down, all I need to get rid of sad, depressive thoughts is to look up.
    That’s it. It always works.
    Crane your neck and look up. Try it :)
  • I have very few friends. But they’re awesome.
  • I am luckier than most when it comes to my work & career.
    Vivek & Vinay, I cannot thank you guys enough. You guys both have been so influential and so supportive in my life, I cannot express my gratitude enough. You guys are my other family. I love you for all you do.
  • I spent my childhood being scared of my parents; my teens, resenting them; and my twenties in rebellion and thinking that they were not so smart.
    Turns out, they were the best thing to have happened to me.
    I know that now.
    And I will spend the rest of my life in gratitude and love as far as they go.
    And finally…
  • I should have married Abbygail, twelve years ago.Yes, I was wrong Abby, and I hope this public admission lays our one long standing argument to rest :)
    The past three years with you, have been bliss and to quote The Platters… “Only you, can make this world seem right!”

Thank you, Lord!
I could not ask for more.

The Mystic

Dad


The man is a mystic, a loner.

I think he is content all by himself.
He likes sitting by himself, lost in his thoughts.
He used to love long walks at night gazing at the stars, when he was young and able to.
He loves listening to Jim Reeves or Patsy Cline crooning as he relaxes after a hard day at work.
His is a man of faith, of prayer.

And yet, I have never let him be.

He was never by himself, having shouldered the reponsibility of his large number of siblings, his parents, his wife and his three kids.
There was no quiet for him, with our constant demands for attention.
Yet, if I am a good responsible human, who yearns for solitude, I owe it to him.

He could never really enjoy the stars, because he had three noisy kids who would walk with him at night, peppering with with a thousand questions.
And yet, today if I enjoy the moon at night or point out the stars to my wife, I silently thank him.

He would get barely 10 minutes of listening in, before I would hog the tape deck and blare disco and pop.
Today, it’s mostly his music that I listen to.

I have had several crises of faith. But I see his devotion and think, if God is good enough for him, He’s good enough for me.

Happy Birthday, Daddy! I love you.