Sailing with arms open wide.

Sailing with arms open wide.

The afternoon was just amazing. The cliched shady tree, cool breeze and children playing in front of you, is an awesome mood setter in real life, if not on paper.
The stories of a twisted and wrenched heart poured out. The background, how people never understood, prejudices, hopes and dreams, the shouldering of familial responsibility... it all just flowed. And in between, the love of the life.
It was never obvious. At least between them. Or, to them. But like I would explain to my super liberal modern brother and sister-in-law, the piture was drwn in front of me, giving dtailed reasons of why it would only remain a dream and nothing more. The words reflected maturity, sensibility and pragmatism. But the very words spelt backwords betrayed a wish, a longing- " If ever you come to me, my arms would be wide open, and I would receive you."
Though a sailor on another boat myself, I'm still not able to see the other coast or the tiny rays from the light house, though I felt it was time to have seen it. Perhaps, I might have to miss that spectacle and leave my fellow sailor to find his way across the sea. One thing I know fellow sailor man, though you don't see the shore, it's definitely worth the wait.

Sankara Mankranthi (Ask BHL)

Telling off people isn't easy. Especially when they are in a group where they're not supposed to be. IF you're able to sense that you don't belong there at that moment, and slightly strain your brains, you could avoid much humiliation, maintain self esteem, mind your very own important business, etc.

So my brothers (Cool quote:"You're my brother of another mother" - Courtesy: Daffy) and this low profile guy walk to the kiosk at college, planning to go through the second round of discussions regarding songs and their selection, for the Music competition. Suddenly, i hear a row of "Uh-oh"s and "Faster, faster"s, being mumbled.
Too late.
"Hi................................................!!!!"
Wonder what those frogs think when they gulp down 5 feet snakes with much difficulty. Surely they must think in between, "Man this is more than a mouthful; but there's now way out now". So they carry on. So did we.

The further walk made me feel that I was doing the green mile, or even worse was being sent out of the library for talking. She stuck around. We wondered how to tell her off. Politely. But assertively. She wasn't meant to be there. She should have realised that! Acting like Willy Lowman (from the play 'Death of a Salesman'), she thought that she was meant to be there and was an integral part of what was happening.
At the kiosk table, I signalled the brother and Frankfinn. They signalled me.

4:15 pm.

The meeting was supposed to start at 4:05.
No more waiting. "Shall I?" I asked in code language Mal. They sang back their enthusiastic approval in the the same universal code.
"Uh..Sankranthi, do you mind? We're having a band meeting. See you on Tuesday, yeah?"
Seemed like she'd heard the loudest thunder bolt in all her life. Didn't mean it to be that way. But it was important and had to be done.
"Ok........................!!!!!!See ya!!! bye!!!"
There she goes, there she goes again.

We celebrated as if it were Holi. My hand was shaken and the boldness appreciated, by the bros and the finn.
Sorry Sankranthi, we just had to.