Back on flights to go to India to check on the parents. Except that this time, the parents have completely upset my carefully laid out plans. I had booked a resort to take my parents to – together with my siblings. I was hoping to get the whole family together in a relaxed environment for a few days – you know my mom would not have to worry about what I was going to eat next and all that …
At the last moment, my dad has decided that he does not want to make the trip. Worse, my mom’s condition has flared up. In a bitter irony, my trips to see her makes her happy but at the same time, the self induced stress (you know – what is my son going to eat next and all that 🙂 ) flares her psychiatric condition up making it somewhat difficult for her and everybody around her. (Usually the stress wears off as the day progresses – evenings are the best time for her).
In any case, now I am stuck with a couple of extra days in India. My usual 3 day trip is almost double this time.
I am sure I will dig up a few more friends from my yesteryears but I think this time I am going to put extra priority to spend time with the parents of the friends I grew up with. I think I will be able to see my friends a few more times. I am less confident of their parents. I will take this opportunity to say Thanks for whatever way they might have influenced me when I was much younger.
Once I am done Facetiming the family from the plane, it would be time to start making a list and make a few phone calls when on the ground…
You know you are a regular at a bar when after you settle down in a chair, nobody even bothers to ask you “The usual, sir?”. There are a few such bars in Atlanta for me. And I tend to go there on the days a particular bartender of that bar would be there. Over the years, I have narrowed down my field of favorite bartenders based on their ability to make my most favorite drink – An Old Fashioned. I usually won’t do more than one cocktail an evening – but that is usually my cocktail – after which I switch to very light red wine (mostly Pinot Noir).
Well, this week was the last day of such a favorite bartender of mine. Nicole is moving to a bar closer to her house to be able to take more care of their two small and cute kids. We will still go to The Crossing after office but we are going to miss her much.
Here is a twist to our last visit to the bar to say Goodbye to her… Instead of we giving her going away gifts, she had brought gifts for her regular customers!!!
Speaking of short lives of men attempting to errr….errr…weigh in on women’s extra pounds, I got myself into a terrible pickle a few years back. Some of you who are personally close to me might remember this incident. I believe she had asked me if a certain dress made her look fat.
The engineer in me did not even lift my eyes from what I was doing and gave the clinically correct answer – “No. The dress does not make you look fat. The fat makes you look fat.”. I quickly learnt that in that situation, clinical correctness was totally uncalled for.
I have but some vague recollection of the next ten minutes. I think a lot of things were exchanged. You know… like…. sharp words… blunt objects…. I do remember that the following week, I had started feverishly working on a sequel to Gandhi’s original autobiography. My book would have been called –
“My Experiments With Truth”
A leading institution in the US released the results – from a decade long study – today to coincide with the International Women’s Day.
The study has conclusively proven that women with extra weight around them tend to live longer than men who mention it 🙂
It was Thursday morning – I usually am headed home around that time. This week though, I was leaving home for an overnight trip to Florida. As it so often happens, I finished up my calls just before hitting security and ran to the Delta Sky Club to grab something to eat – not knowing where my next meal will be – and run for the flight that was to leave in under thirty minutes.
Just as I was cramming down the two boiled eggs and some Yogurt, guess who called out my name? It was good old Tim Knezevich. I remember Tim for many many things. The spelling of his last name is one of them 🙂 His coffee mug was another – it looked exactly like a Nike Zoom lens!! (he is an avid photographer and that was a souvenir, I guess). And of course, I remember him as a professional who taught me a thing or two on how to attract and keep top executive talent. In his defense, I had joined the company where we met each other before he had joined. I do not think I had much of a chance otherwise 🙂
I had just a few minutes to catch up with Tim and our old friends from the prior workplace. But most importantly, I got to meet Kim – his wife. I had left them and just as I was stepping out of the Club, I remembered something. I ran hurriedly back to them. I was getting dangerously close to missing my flight but an important aspect of the meeting was forgotten – taking our picture on my iPhone so that I can permanently etch those moments in my blog!!!
In a complete coincidence, he was headed to Seattle! Are you wondering what was the big coincidence there? Well, before Tim joined, the lady who headed up that department was Andrea. And obviously she shares the blame for agreeing with the CEO to hire me as his direct report. You know what she did after I joined? She quit and went to Seattle 🙂 🙂
Again, always great to meet old friends on the road… After all, the road is where I get to make all the great friends…
Made from two of the best from France – Lillet Blanc and Cognac with bitters.
Great start to the 50s. Long math session with Nikita, a half marathon run, a new cocktail, dinner with the family at the girls’ favorite joint and a night cap with Sharmila by the fire lit in the woods…
Memorable moment (during dinner)… I asked the three girls “What do you a call a person in his fifties?”
“Old”, said Natasha 🙂
Bourbon, Anejo rum, lime juice, bitters and muddled mint leaves…
The name is traced to the creator – Jamal Hassan from Portland, Oregon.
That took nearly 2 hours and 20 minutes