‘But there is a storm raging outside.’ I look at the shadow of my grandfather.
‘Yes! There is a storm raging outside and there is all chaos. There will always be a storm raging and there will always be chaos.’ He smiles.
‘But remember Son! Chaos is the fire and ashes from which a phoenix is born anew.
Be the phoenix.
Come to terms with the chaos. Understand it. Know it.
Let it envelop you and seep through you.
Be the tree and let the harsh wind blow through your branches.
Dance with the chaos and sway with the wind.
Ultimately the wind will pass and you will stand proud.’
ROUND – 1: Monday, 7:45 AM
‘Please tie your hair.’ I politely request my teenage daughter, while unlocking the car.
‘I will. Later!’ She replies nonchalantly.
‘You will. Now!’ I muster up a deep bass voice from somewhere.
She looks at me. I look back. We keep on staring at each other. I win. She ties her hair.
I won round one. I am pretty proud of myself.
Standing on a pedestal,
all proud and tall
Thoughtful and thoughtless,
writing posts on your wall
Do you believe, you know it all?
It was a winter evening. I came out of my office and saw glory, dancing on the western frontier.
It is your time, my friend; it is your darkest hour
All seems lost; and all seems dour
All appears grey; and joys are all sour