It’s a fortnight since I arrived in India...; a fortnight of life in Chennai...... Balaji Nagar 2nd Street.... comfortably sheltered in one of her many serviced apartments...
On the first day... a month after I first came and delivered a few training programs... August 09th... it had its very pleasant surprise that awaited me at the airport, one that had in my heart and mind delightful fireworks; put that into perspective, that brightness, the colour, the sparks and the feel of that ‘delight’ would dwarf the fireworks of Beijing Olympics that may be fresh in your mind.
A fortnight has passed... with mostly curd rice, custard apple and the varieties of banana's Tamilnadu has to offer... and if I am to take stock of the achievements, what would they look like? They are not big in size, but they are essential to achieve the bigger ones. And in fact a couple of them truly essential – finding a home to move in, the registration of the organization and a few other legal documentation were a few of the big catches, and one that is even bigger is the satisfaction in seeing the office work progress.. the steel frames becoming walls and the walls holding windows and windows opening into the dreams of future. The small ones in the net are things like the website design that is progressing, brochures and other collaterals that are being printed, just got my business cards in, and a few discussion on potential business locally and one internationally.
Nothing would have been possible if it were not for the relentless support of my partner – a gracious lady whose support and kindness I will never be able to pay back in kind; one who could move mountains with ease of pulling a string through cheese cake.
And just as these days came into being, there had been a few days and nights that I found myself in the centre of suffocating pain...; they were from the discrepancies from the variables of equations that the heart and mind had in its choice of calculating the possibilities of events; they were caused by the capricious images it painted as seen in the mirror of an impossible future that was but a dream from an inevitable past. They were part of growing too, they were part of learning too, they were part of understanding too... and they were and remain as my bridge to the future... in all the roles I envisaged as it being unfolded from dawn to dusk and through the nights, to the silent rhythm of the nature of universe.... they unfolded behind the curtains, witnessed by the squirrels and humming-birds on the branches of the tree just outside my window... in Balaji Nagar 2nd Street...
...as the “Oracle” in Matrix.... no one can see beyond a choice that one can’t understand....
