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March 12th. I could never forget this day for I know 5 people who celebrate the birthday today. It includes one very important person, my appa(dad, pop as they call). When I wished him this morning over the voice chat, he was surprised that I remembered that. It is just a normal day for him and all these years we haven’t celebrated it at all. He doesn’t like them though. But today, it was different. I am in different continents and its the distance that made me feel closer to home. Ironical, isn’t it. Its truly ironical.

Appa never had friends, except one. And it was very sad that his friend passed away by a cardiac attack last week. I vaguely remember that friend’s face. I met him some 13/14 years back when we visited his house. It is surprising to see someone like appa who just had only one friend(many acquaintances…though) in life. But thats how he is. A disciplinarian and a rebel at life, I couldn’t even imagine having virtues nearer to him. I think of writing some more things here but embarrassed that he may read this note. I stop. Gayu, don’t show this to appa. Please.

Wisconsin was bitterly cold. I could see snow everywhere unlike Chicago. We had a great time while coming back from Illinois. It was snowing like mad all around and we couldn’t see anything five feet further while driving. I longed for these snow filled days during the sultury summer of chennai and had enough snow than what I wanted. As one of my friend remarked, it was like travelling through the starfield simulation screensaver of windows. Snowflakes kept flowing in towards the car and it was all white outside. Illayaraja’s melodies however eased our moods and his famous number germaniyin senthen malarae(germany’s redhoneyflower…bad transalation)added color to the B&W Snow outside.

I could see snowman decorated at the gates of most of the houses. Kids have fun by building snow man. They take huge volumes of snow by rolling it they make a snow ball. Snowmans have awesome varieties. Some with sun glasses, shawls(desi snow-mans have dupattas around their necks) and carrot stuffed eyes. Others are with just leaves as noses and eyes. Well, every climate has some play stuff for the people here.

The agony of waiting for success after series of failures is intolerable. Even as you know you will emerge successful the next time, the wait time eats your head off. You are shackled till then and you become insecure of other variables that may peep in to ensure the next attempt is also a failure. Enjoy insane accusations and pointless monologues till then. I am.

Chennai Bloggers Meet

Chennai Bloggers Meet is happening today and I am missing it bigtime. Organised for the second time by Kiruba, it is going to be a great event. It’s happening at Cozee, Besant Nagar Beach. Make sure you are there because Chennai Bloggers Rock!!.

Jenniffer Arul from NDTV and Sudhish Kamath of The Hindu have the press invites. It’s happening. I’m missing…

final call
unconscious tears
soldier son good-bye.

Saw thousands of brave ladies/gentlemen leave for war in a warship(Last night in CNN).
Thought of a Haiku.Rightaway.