November 28th, 2007

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The Einstein Brain

I have been establishing contact with wild_guy, because I like what he has been writing, a lot.... So we exchanged emails, and I got his mobile no. from his email, and called him up...and then asked him to send me an email. A somewhat surprised but polite rejoinder from him.

I am sitting here, looking at his email with a bright-red face. (Well, MY face turns purple, but you get the general idea...)

HOW can I be SOOOO forgetful??? Well...the only reply is, I *can*. I confuse events, people, processes, dates, in fine and utter chaos.

Please...all of you...please understand that I am not scatterbrained, I am probably quarterbrained.

The funny thing is, how I can remember SOME things perfectly well. My neighbour's car licence plate number (er, this was in 1972 or 1973!) was WBF 8084. My father in law's telephone number in Pondicherry was 23381. WOE ( 'What On Earth'...a polite variant of WTF.)....why can I remember such UZLISS bits of information and spend an hour hunting for my house keys, and then leave home without them?

Any of you who have fallen foul of this foul memory of mine...I apologize and apologize once again. Please do try to understand that my middle name is, and probably always has been, Alzheimer....


I even posted This Verse about my memory once. It is not a joke.... as they say in the Orbit Chewing Gum ad, "it is a TRUE!!"
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Nandi Hills...the other things.... IGTK (I Got To Know) and ISDK (I Still Don't Know...)

Nandi Hills was a mixture of things that I got to know, and things that I still don't know....

While we were in the orchard area, I saw (or rather, noticed) for the first time, what a Lichi tree looked like:



lichi tree nandi hills orchard 251107


And the flowers looked so beautiful, too (at least, I *think* these are the flowers from the same tree...if not, someone let me know!)....



lichi flowers? help...


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And of course, how could I not think of asakiyume when I saw this closing scene for my camera?



sundown on the way home from Nandi hills 251107














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Words of Pain

My daughter was very close to someone, until the other girl suddenly moved on.....I stood by, watching my daughter suffer. She had to go through this on her own, and grow by the experience. (We had tried to warn her about the other girl's selfishness, but she wouldn't hear a word, loyal friend that she was.)

This was published in Target, the children's magazine, so I can reproduce it. It was February 1995; she was all of sixteen...


I was always there for you
Whenever you needed someone
Through trying times and trouble
When you were in pain...
To share your sorrows....
I don't understand now
How you can forget that I'm there
And run off to someone else
Passing by me as though I don't exist.
So you need me only in times of strife
That I may comfort you
But when it comes to sharing happiness
It's not me you want
When I need someone--where are you?
Not with me...you don't even know
Nor do you care about what I feel
When you are with me, you are so full of yourself
And your problems that I try to help you with
That you never stop to notice my thoughts...
I never did matter, I suppose;
If I go away, would you miss me?
Or just find someone else?
You couldn't miss me for what I am
Because you don't know what I really am.
What I *am* is your friend..but it's not *friendship* we share...
For *that* is a two-way street.