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Fri, 02 Dec 2016:

This is perhaps the darkest week of the year - every year since 2006.

A decade later, once again, I feel like nothing about me will be the same again.

This new sense of purpose I feel is a few months old, sleeping a few feet away.

The baton is passed, not quite yet and I haven't let go.

"Life is effort, and I’ll stop when I die."
      -- Rick & Morty

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Thu, 02 Dec 2010:

Not for me, of course.

Today's the day when the burdens of all the what-ifs of my life becomes unbearable. The day I work up a year full of courage to face. A day which I devote to despair, for I leave no room in my life for it otherwise. To lay myself bare to all the demons of my mind. And survive.

Four years ago today, I lost a father. And today, I will remember the greatest lesson he ever taught me.


It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
      -- William Shakespare, "Julius Caesar"

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Sun, 27 Jan 2008:

And another one gone, and another one gone.

But I think I'll get along fine . I think I'll be alright, for real goodbyes these aren't.

We are all so much together and yet we are all dying of loneliness.
                -- A. Schweitzer

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Tue, 04 Dec 2007:

It's been a year.

A year, a really long year.

It is a sobering thought that when Mozart was my age, he had been dead for two years.
                -- Tom Lehrer

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Thu, 07 Dec 2006:

Yeah, I had a father.

And then last saturday, I didn't.

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May his soul rest in peace.

The future is interesting because I am going to spend the rest of my life there.

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Mon, 30 Oct 2006:

Last thursday night, the last Karanavar of my family joined his ancestors. He was a teacher by profession and a painter by persuasion - a professor of zoology and a painter of landscapes. Even after retiring, he was one of the founders of the ICS entrance coaching centre in Cochin and continued teaching. I've never sat in one of his classes, but he was a teacher to me and much more.

As a young boy, I used to gravitate towards his house. The first and primary reason was that there was a fridge (where fridges and grandparents meet, there is a likelihood of icecream). But what kept me hanging around was his VCR (also the first one in the neighbourhood). Eventually having run out of Mickey Mouse cartoons to watch, I would end up watching his collections of nature documentaries. I used to while away entire afternoons, watching some of the best documentaries BBC has ever produced. If I've acquired some sense of admiration for nature, it starts from those happy days in the eighties.

And then there was his workshop. He used to play around with electronics (when he was 60+) and one of the first things I saw built was a water level detector for the water tank. Eventually, every house around wanted one of these - encased in old transistor case, hooked up to its speakers to wail out when the water got too full in the tank (while pumping it). For the first time in my life, technology was cool.

Some of his work

He was a stickler to healthy living, a strict schedule and regular exercise. Sunrise would find him in the temple, even though he wasn't a blind believer in God. He was an epitome of health, having never suffered from diabetes or blood pressure disorders, which were common in his contemporaries. But then cancer struck its blow. He survived the first onslaught, went under the knife and managed to fight it without chemotherapy. It was not be, here was a secondary, that too in his vertebra.

But he still had his legendary nerves of steel. When I visited him a week back, pressure on his spinal cord had cost him use of both his legs. But as I was talking to him, he launched himself into a lecture about the human anatomy and how the hip bears the load of the whole body. What took me by surprise was the obvious conclusion - he will never be able to sit upright, not even in a wheel chair. I haven't met too many who could talk so lightly of their own fate.

No matter how many times it happens, it never gets any easier to lose someone. But eventually, you've got to reconcile yourself to carrying a little bit of them inside yourself.

And then, as I helped my uncles lift him to his funeral pyre, the thought came unbidden - Goodbye ... for now.

The Way of the warrior is resolute acceptance of death.
                -- Miyamoto Musashi

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Sat, 05 Aug 2006:

For the last few days, I've been extremely busy. I've been running around to do so many things. The unemotional machine that I have become, had to organize the memorial service, take my dad to the doctor, pick up relatives from wherever they land up in Trivandrum and essentially be there for everyone. But all that's done.

Now that I can actually sit down, the reality of the situation is starting to seep in.

It's not reality that's important, but how you perceive things.

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Tue, 01 Aug 2006:

I do not write this entry for myself. I write it on behalf of the soul departed. But when I climbed onto that bus to Cochin on saturday I was headed for a quiet sunday at home. But before I set foot in Cochin, I received the news. My uncle - V.M Venugopala Menon is no more. After nearly a decade of struggling with diabetes and its complications, he finally succumbed to the silent embrace of death sometime during the early hours of sunday.

For nearly eight years, he had a daily dose of human insulin to keep his blood sugar under check. During my final year in college, he lost a toe and would have nearly lost the foot as well. Ever since mid-2003, his kidneys had started to fail. But he was a man of iron will and still went ahead to enroll as an advocate, travelling nearly the length of Kerala to attend the ceremony in Kasargode, lugging a peritonial dialysis kit. To have that tube jammed into his lower stomach and have the liquid pumped into him was something he hated. But the moment the peritonium lost the osmotic qualities, the horrors began.

When I saw him month after month, he seemed to grow shorter and weaker. The haemodialysis which started off on a weekly basis, slowly became a necessity every other day. A complete kidney dysfunction, combined with the diabetic's slow healing, totally ran riot in his system. To see him on that wheelchair with his swollen feet, bitter about the world in general, yet prepared to fight till the end, if only for his children. His resolve only grew stronger as his health deteriorated.

We've always had our differences. But the blame is often quite evenly distributed in that. Of course, in our last conversation he probably forsaw this day. He was talking about the things he had left to see - my cousin's marriage, her brother's job. And then he said "Marikkenda samayam varumbayuthakum, ethokke nadakanam". And yet, didn't.

Maybe it was all for the good, to not let a man suffer so on this God's earth.

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us;
What we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.

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Mon, 24 Apr 2006:

This day, back in 1981, my parents tied the knot. And then set about working hard and raising a family. Through the hardships of their initial years, through all the uncertainities of my health, studies and through all the recent turmoils and health scares - they've held fort and been terrific role models for me.

Happy anniversary.

We have not inherited the earth from our parents,
We've borrowed it from our children.

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