300

The day closes.  I am not embarrassed to admit Coldplay’s latest work is growing on me.  I know people think Ghost Stories tell the tales of loss, but music is layered with multiple meanings and the themes going back to Viva La Vida play that same chord, a chorus that begins and ends here is cherubic.  I wonder if they even know they struck the dimensional waters again with resonating  ripples unheard by noisy souls. 

Well, a can of Hormel chili and two pieces of buttered pita didn’t stick around too long.  It is always disappointing when canned food puts me on the can.  There is a reason I never never eat fish in a can.  

1.25.15

I had a sore throat which woke me up last night and throughout the day I felt nauseous, blame it on Hormel, ok, then I went to the school canteen feeling icky and not knowing what to order because I wasn’t really hungry I walked out and stopped at the tea kiosk which is closer to the E building and my office on the ground floor and I bought two croissants with a hot dog meat product inside it, two tiny bags of bbq flavoured chips and a vitamene C drink and graded 20 final exams.  When I finally reached the grotto I should have taken a nap but I made a coffee and did my stomach hurt.  A cigarette was not a good idea and the pain increased so I sat and did nothing.  I caught the headline news,  that was enough.  My four English channels have been preempted for three days and today a Saudi described the attacks on the world trade center buildings and I don’t need to understand all of what he was saying but Islam changed forever that September morning and it hasn’t gotten any better for its followers. 

I really thought this was the beginning of the end.  How foolish mankind is, how foolish I have been, with all its techno know how we still fall so cosmically short when we try to predict, even the spirits are clueless about events out of their reach, but yet we still hope, foolishly.

It is cold enough to get out the gray pashmina and wool socks.  A little morning raga this evening while I ponder future events.  I do not, I cannot wait for someone to offer me an opportunity to use the gift in a broader lens.  I have to create my own opportunities and oh do I ebb and flow with muted optimism on that wave. 

Tomorrow I invigilate two exams and hopefully between I will pick up my documents for the renewed border pass and I switched to a dusk raga

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhuzYxmaPlc

and there that’s better, no buffering with dusk ragas don’t ask me why, so I pick up the border pass documents and will drive to Hili border and submit everything and Lord willing I’ll get it by Thursday because I’d like to go to  Dubai and look for a daypack.  What I have used for the last four years is poorly designed, the pockets in the front are so deep everything gets lost inside them.  A proper daypack has more pockets, my present has only two, and I can distribute and access everything more easily with a bag that isn’t designed for carrying a laptop, which mine is. 

If I don’t get the border pass by then that’ll leave me with one week to find something before it’s off to the tear drop island.  I offered to pay half of Laxman’s ticket but he wants me to buy the ticket now and then he’ll compensate me when he arrives.  What I don’t like is that Kathmandu to Colombo is 800km closer than Dubai is to Colombo and yet the former distance is twice the airfare.  It is a less traveled route, I can only figure.  And I wish he were a woman.  I wouldn’t feel a bit hesitant if I were buying a ticket for a woman to join up with me and head for the beach on a train.  

And!  This is my 300th blog!  A little horn music please.  I'm glad to have stuck with this thing for what is now in it's fourth year.  I'll be horn swallowed.