The early days were heady, full of life and vigor, the imagination drunk with possibilities of what could be done. The horizon lay endless with nothing but adventure waiting over there where the sun meets the sky. Those days are long gone. When I first … Continue reading Radio Check
The heady days of childhood when adventure lay in every corner and happiness was a second away are long gone, in their stead are grey dreary days rife with routine and drudgery; this deadline and that meeting, life is but a constant serving of the same meal…
Life, this enigma that has stumped minds since the dawn of time is not to be counted out. On the least expected of days it played its trump card. A misty day, with rolling colds and muddy pools every few steps over a desert rose bloomed, fanning out its petals to reveal a beauty that sows doubt into whether it was a dream or reality. The weather that grounded all pilots unable to see the runway somehow opened up a bit for the rose to be seen albeit for a short while.
This petal had shared interests that petal served the soul nourishing joy of music. Of writing and suspect jokes. Of loud music and masks that hid the sound of laughter. The dance of life and death that covers the spectre of death with our very humanity. That we love to read and write, in their holy communion we find the life giving spirit. In these pages we arrested the future, let it stand still and witness perfection…
All good things must come to an end and a journey that was wished to last all day ended in a puff of a smoke. Will I see the rose bloom again? Do dreams melt into delusion? Only providence knows, we live in faith and hope, that on another day, we’ll see the rose bloom again. May the future be kind to all of us.
On the 15th of September, 2017 at 7:55:46 EDT it sent its final message. An eerie image of Saturn’s atmosphere, a mix splotches of dust and methane clouds. A few seconds later, it broke the cloud cover and plunged to its death burning up as … Continue reading Cassini: A one-year memorial
It had been billed as the day I will know I am not as smart as I think I am. The day when before a jury of my peers I would be made to look pedestrian, when I will stutter and curse at my misfiring … Continue reading Podium finish: a medal for my good trivia friends
A cursory Google search of him might lend evidence to the notion that he mostly does covers for big tracks, unknown to the reggae novice, he is an artist in his own right. His deep sultry voice makes him the half way artist between the … Continue reading Romain Virgo; the genius underdog
You lie at the low end of google’s index, a forgotten relic, a lulu slowly turning into ordinary stone. The year had started full of promise, you were to be adorned by well thought out stories, treatises investigating vanguard topics, special reports on our most … Continue reading Dusting the forgotten blog
As a young boy I had read that great writers kept journals. Going through copies of Readers Digest at home I found great quotes lifted from the author’s journals. I tried to keep a journal but after a week, I realized I did not have … Continue reading My changing pen
He’s perched quietly next to a verse that warns of dire consequences against public urination, offering a silent homily to those who do not take the warning seriously. That’s his style, more introverted, battling demons in his head oblivious to the passersby. May be he … Continue reading The faceless trash man
The first time you encounter them; you want to lend an ear albeit for a short while and may be to have that flash of inspiration to carry you through the day. Your upbringing conditions you to do so. Over time though, familiarity numbs you … Continue reading Lunch hour fellowship
Adele, a British musician who needs no introduction is fond of naming albums after ages which she began recording the songs. There was the freshman 19, then there was 21 and most recent 25. I am sure I will get good odds of her naming … Continue reading 26: rediscovery of the ordinary