The Grand Experience

The rains in Spain may stay mainly on the plains but in Bahrain, I walk around with my own rain cloud.. of happiness i mean.

Marshalling at the F1 wasnt one of my dreams. I didnt even really know what it meant.
I never really cared about Motor sports much either.
I just knew some of the facts and figures as a part of my ' dont act so dumb ' campaign.
So thankfully before the Grand Prix came to Bahrain, I knew who Shumey was.

My primary motive was to be in the only event that was really making 'Bahrain' happen.

It is such a buzz meeting new and interesting people, widening my circle of acquaintances.. its like being like the Beatles say' Free as a bird'. Euphoria that comes with achievement or just enjoyment , is it?

My ability to say the right thing at the right thing or have a quick comeback to most things is coming back.

Now I wouldnt as i always do - attribute this to any one person... except myself. I am falling in love again- with myself .. my own identity that i am beginning to discover. It feels like the time i joined Mirchi.

The real thrill is the anticipation.

Incidentally yesterday I actually got plastered after a long time. The place was beautiful..

Hovering between heaven and hell..
light and dark
Solid and fluid
Land and Sea.

I can sit here and lose myself.

Dream

or just taking in the ambience of the place ...

A breathful of sea air and sounds of the sea

Calming and Pure..

the darkness of the sea adds to the darkness of the hut.

sparkling bubbly and intoxicating conversation.


There is so much on offer, so much to see.

Only if i keep walking till the soles of my shoes run out and then some..

atleast that way when i hang my boots they will tell the tale of a life well lived.

On the Gravestone etched the words will resonate :

Here lies She
But dont come looking
she probably off already
on another journey.