To love and be loved is what we live for and I felt the love on Thursday morning when close friends who have grown into family stopped by LAX to bid goodbye. I will miss your inspired company and insy wincy spider recitals but you will be in my heartfelt thoughts. How could I not find serendipity on the journey with so many good wishes in my sails.
This poem attempts a presentation of my feelings and thoughts about the reasons for deciding to quit my job in July08, selling my home in December08, abandoning plans of single motherhood for the time being, parking my Porsche and belongings at good friends who have become family in Los Angeles, and setting off on a 6 month journey to India (the country of my birth) and the far east. The journey begins on a United Flight 112 from Los Angeles to Bombay departing on the 31st of March 2009 arriving Bombay on April Fools Day!
After all these years of seizing the day Pushing the limits, blurring the boundaries Living up to expectations, theirs and mine Treading old paths and carving new ones
I am tired of the rules of the game Tired of playing at the old table An autodidactic player Winning a few rounds, loosing a few
I want to turn on, tune in and drop out I want to change the parameters of the game Learn to court its obstinate and obdurate ways I want to love the enemy and keep the friend I want to feel part of the scenery And walk right out of the machinery
Bindass : Cool / bold As in: She is one bindass chick, she slapped me when I tried to sing to her on the bus.
Fatafat: quickly, quickly As in: I want my tea Fatafat Heard on a radio advertisement for high speed internet access: “The Fatafat generation – we want everything fast and now”
Fahtak: A slap As in: You’re asking for a fahtak
Bus: Enough As in: BUS Already :-)
MSM: Men having sex with Men Term for homosexual in India. (They so hate being called Gay).
