When did he reach a point that he couldn't take it anymore?
What made him think things will never turn for the better?
Did he feel things will be alright for his loved ones after?
When did that darkest moment happen?
How did he reach there?
Wasn't there anything or anyone that could have helped him?
What made him think no one, not even God could make things change?
Was it always in him, or is it life that turned him over?
When did he stop thinking of others and only of him?
Was it on the spur of the moment or long planned?
Why didn't anyone see it coming?
When did he stop laughing and start brooding?
Did he really believe this is the end?
When and where are we going to get all the answers?
(Got to know last night that someone close to us, one who had the most awesome sense of humor, someone who used to enjoy life to the brim, tried to get away from everyone and everything two days back. I am in shock)
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Half a day is all it took
The flight to San Francisco was early in the morning. For a few minutes I thought we were going to land on the water. The landing ground is so close to the bay, we see land just as the plane touches ground. Had just half a day to go around , so the next thing after checking in was to book me in for a city tour.
And half a day was all it took to fall in love....
Anywhere in the city you are never too far from the sea..
And half a day was all it took to fall in love....
Anywhere in the city you are never too far from the sea..
some of the streets are really steep, there is one which is so steep, there is no uphill traffic
Old and new ....the victorian houses built in the late 18oo's , the city in the back ground...
the city..
The (in)famous Alcatraz. It is not too far from the wharf commonly known as Fisherman's Wharf. Looking at it we feel the prisoners could easily swim across. It seems the temperature of the sea water is sub zero and the undercurrents are so strong that the swimmers will be pulled out to the open ocean
The Golden Gate Bridge....
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
My boss dropped a bomb and I am not complaining :-)
9 PM yesterday :
Boss - "Bindu, please come to my room immediately"
Bindu (to herself) - "Now what did I do?"
Boss - "S can't travel. His father is ill. Can you?"
Bindu (almost falling from the chair) - "You mean, this Saturday?"
Boss - "Yes, you know what the plans are"
Bindu (stammering) - "That is just four days, husband, kids, current projects..."
Boss - "Think it over and let me know, but would be good if you can"
10 minutes later...
Hubby - "Just say yes ,don't worry about anything, I'll manage home front"
(now you know why I clung on to him and wouldn't let go till said yes;-) )
So friends, I am off to Disneyland this Saturday ;-)
Boss - "Bindu, please come to my room immediately"
Bindu (to herself) - "Now what did I do?"
Boss - "S can't travel. His father is ill. Can you?"
Bindu (almost falling from the chair) - "You mean, this Saturday?"
Boss - "Yes, you know what the plans are"
Bindu (stammering) - "That is just four days, husband, kids, current projects..."
Boss - "Think it over and let me know, but would be good if you can"
10 minutes later...
Hubby - "Just say yes ,don't worry about anything, I'll manage home front"
(now you know why I clung on to him and wouldn't let go till said yes;-) )
So friends, I am off to Disneyland this Saturday ;-)
Monday, March 8, 2010
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