So are you, and you, and you, and yes, you too, and you, yes, you, and you, and you. Let's see. And you, you, you... No, no, not you. The one next to you..., yes. That's right. Mmm. Yes, you too. And...
Today is special to me for a few reasons, though none of them connected with Valentine. Other than new beginnings, today is also the wedding anniversary of my best friend, now with two beautiful granddaughters. In a couple of days he will wake up to the day he set sail with nothing more than fire in his heart, oh it seems such a long time ago. Like every year, I call him, early in the day, and he is in the middle of work (he is an addict), and we both get thinking about what marriage, family, children, grandchildren, relationship stability, and a host of other related things mean. We rarely talk about it but I know he understands what I feel about being disconnected.
From reality, that is.
At the wedding of a colleague's daughter, while waiting for the rites to get over so that we can bless the couple and resume our Sunday mornings, a very senior colleague of mine and I meet after many months, and I share with him what news I have to share and he tells me what he has to, and it is all about contested annulments and denied visitation rights, and we smile at the irony of the setting in which we are discussing this, with our fists full of turmeric'ed rice with bauble and fake pearls in it, standing in a queue of khadi clad reddy politicos with cameras on cranes craning to pick out faces worthy of being picked up.
Waiting another time on the weekend, this time while my brother bought a last minute V-Day gift for his wife, the channels threw the grammy's and the oscars at me, and I think of the struggles of so many lives devoted to artistic pursuit that go unrecognized. Over at Kolkata, at my parents place, in the morning, a gathering of brahmo thought leaders, in the afternoon, a study meeting of lay buddhists, and in the evening a gathering of islamic scholars and intellectuals, sums up the Sunday for the firework couple, and I wonder if they needed a Valentine's day to remind them of anything. Or say a Platinum Day of Love.
I am so glad at the corrections in the market, though not that thrilled when I look at the money lost in the last few weeks. With Egypt learning from Tunisia, and China sitting on half of everything, and the internet making all things marxian possible, it is a matter of time before the financial systems kick out the values embodied in the concept of the illuminati.