death becomes him

Feb 2019 was the first month in so many years that there was no blogpost from my side. Sometimes I wonder what it is to write a post. Is it just a habit or is it that I have something to say that just now dies.

I used to have a lot to say at one point of time. Something inside of me just isn’t there in the blog anymore. I guess it reflects in the posts as well. I think now that Jispa is old enough to talk to I don’t need to write too much about it. That also is one thing. The other thing is that for now Jispa is not even interested in reading my blog. Possibly I realise the folly of writing so much for so many years. No one reads the blog.

I had made it hidden a few years ago because it started getting traction on search and people would search for me online and I did not want them to see this blog. So obviously there is no traffic. Writing is a lonely thing to do and writing a blog that no one is going to read is an even lonelier thing to do. Any performer needs an audience to really bring out the best in them. Without an audience it becomes quite a chore to do.

This is now called a dead end. How to write a blog that you want people to read but don’t really want all to read. I guess the best creative outlet for this is to retire this personal blog and to write a public blog under an anonymous name and allow it to get as much traction that it wants. Keep everything hidden from public eye and let people find it just for its writing and nothing else. Or write a blog where my name is exposed but keep everything else very sanitized. That won’t help too much. Well, we will figure. For now, this is the blog that you get. Err… who are you? Whom am I writing for?

I think now I writing for someone in the future who might read this blog. I think secretly I want someone to read this blog sometime in the future and find it interesting enough to give meaning to them. Possibly a much older Jispa or possibly my grandkids or possibly after I die this gives some serious meaning to someone.

The world I pretty funny. The value of something a person says normally goes up after one dies. Everything is in demand when there is a finite supply. When one is alive the supply seems infinite. We are unable to come to terms with our own mortality I think. That way being in a family where we have enough heart patients is pretty cool. The only thing you live with is mortality. Everyone is going to pop it sooner than the neighbor. So you live joking about it. Now on my mind there are other issues.

I have lived healthier than what my father would have lived. I eat vegan, I exercise and have a good resting heart rate. Still cholesterol seems to be a bit on the higher side. Blame it one genetics. But I still think this will result in me outliving my dad. This is going to cause a bit of a pickle in my life. I have not imagined living old. I don’t have a retirement plan in mind! What will I do when I retire? All my life I assumed that I am going to be dead by then. I don’t know if old age is going to be a boon or a bane. Hopefully I will continue to find work to do or my wife will definitely go insane.

While we are talking about death, let me tell you why death came to my mind. A few years ago a colleague of mine was admitted to hospital for a routine surgery. Something went wrong in the anesthesia and tragically he never woke up. Now as endings go, I find that the most scary ending ever. I don’t want to go like that. I don’t want to sleep thinking this is routine shit and not even know that I am dying. Of course, possibly the knowledge of imminent death through a disease like cancer is possibly even more traumatic but still. This to my mind is one of the worst ways to go. Possibly next to drowning or something like that.

So this is on my head now as I am scheduled for a knee surgery on this Monday. I am never afraid of hospitals and procedures but this incident, man, its playing on my mind. I have a ligament tear and they are going to reconstruct the damn thing in 40 minutes. I think this is very cool. I am loving going under the scalpel. But how do I overcome my fear of being knocked out for the surgery.

I know, I will overcome that as well. The last time I was totally stressed and I felt my heart beat was in 1996 (I think) when I had to meet my future in-laws for the first time. That was a tough one. I overcame that. This one is going to be easier. Believe me, nothing is scarier that meeting your in laws for the first time in order to ask their daughters hand.

So there. This is the real reason for the blog. To talk to myself and feel nice about it. I am feeling much better already. I know it’s an unreal fear and it’s something I will overcome. But talking to myself about it and writing about it makes it in many ways more manageable.

Introspection is one the best or possibly the only way for one to improve. I could either go to the Himalayas (we Indians know only one place) and meditate or write a blog every day. Writing is a special kind of ritual. You are forced to write what you think and keep it recorded for history. If you look at it like this you will doubly careful about the crap you write. This alone will make you introspect about the thoughts in your head and you should then ask yourself, will you be proud of them?

But I also appreciate that this won’t work everywhere on everyone. Otherwise we wouldn’t have so much vitriol on twitter. It’s amazing how crazy we are. I think we were always crazy but the media in the good old days was still run by the elite educated liberal secularists. Now everyone with a mobile has a voice and a chance to be counted upon within the relative obscurity of their lives.

But still it’s crazy to see twitter in action. Additionally these days because the right winger have gotten a louder voice which shuts off the liberals. I can only imagine how easy was it for Nazi Germany to get into power wreak havoc on the world. Right now for brief period we had the country being fanned by the right wing to be ready for war. It was so freaking easy!

History must be taught in a different manner in school. History is all about learning and debate and we make it all about features and dates. But that is something for another post another date.

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bonus Song

kneed some more love

Jispa had an assignment in English on Elon Musk and his 120 hour work week. Ya. It’s a bit of a tough thing to keep a 120 hour work week going. I work five days a week and I think I can manage 60 hours. I come to work by around 815 after dropping Jispa and then I get back home after 9. I think I am overdoing this but, right now there is a magnitude of issues hitting and it would take at least 2 – 3 years to sort some of the issues.

2 – 3 years. Yes. One of the things that I have learnt over a period of time is that work in large organizations take time. I have seen this company since 18 years. The calls taken 18 years ago come to haunt us afterwards. It takes that long to unravel the mess caused. With large heads sitting everywhere, it’s a time consuming effort to unravel the whole thing. You also need to hire right, put the wheels in motion and then you start seeing the efforts. Patience.

But thing is about work life balance. Work life balance. I don’t know about it. When I go home I try not to work. On weekends, I try and largely succeed to stay off my laptop and work. I figure that I spend so much time in office that I don’t need more time to give it. I was speaking to Jasmine and I was explaining the sexy work that I was doing in office and how I was pushing a young kid to do it. Even on weekends. My belief that at 43, I wish I had a chance to push myself at 23. Life would have been different. Hence that’s why I have figured that it best to push the kids at work. I now have little or no regret to see them working on weekends or late at night.

Someone asked me if I was a workaholic. I don’t know. The definition is “a person who compulsively works excessively hard and long hours.”  I think the key word is compulsively. I work hard and long hours but I don’t do it compulsively. I am happy to not work. Right now we have to achieve much and do much and that’s why I work as hard as I do. It definitely not for the simple joy of working that I do it. I would much rather not work so hard. I would rather go home, watch a movie, run around, swim, and play badminton… whatever.

Coming to which. At the start of the month I had the good fortune of going to Israel on a work trip. It’s a lovely country and the people have shown what a resolute bunch of people with no shared national identity but a shared religion and a sense of a shared history of persecution can do. Jews around the world have come and set up their land and lived together creating a thriving country from nothing more than a desert. As every Israeli will tell you, they sleep with their one eye open. They are hated by their neighbors who would like to finish them off in an instance. It’s a global melting pot. Especially thanks to Jerusalem, which is the holy place for Jews, Christians and Muslims, all together in one crazy tight part of the city.

This character of making the most from less and the cut throat competition coming in from immigrants all over the world, make Israel a culture you can only learn from. They always want to make the most from the least. Their products are top class thanks to their legendary investments in technology and the fact that they don’t have enough people or resources forces them to design products that are simple to implement and self-serving. It’s difficult to explain in terms of tech but the simplest example of this is in irrigation. They are country who invented drip irrigation. A perfect example of irrigation technique that uses less water and people for the maximum impact.

I went running there, every morning. I travel very badly when I am without family. I sleep late, I laze in bed and just generally I am a grumpy guy. So I decided that with my new found passion for running, I should pack my running shoes and kit and go running there every day. We were staying next to the beach promenade and that would definitely be an added reason to go running every day. So I did go running religiously. It was great run. Beach side, water points along the way. Lots of open gyms. Everyone running there. It was awesome. I saw a lot of locals playing beach volleyball on the nets laid out for the people. It was the perfect recipe for disaster.

In the evening after a lovely swim in the Mediterranean Sea (bucket list tick) while passing the beach, I couldn’t help but notice some locals goofing around. We started playing with them. They were playing volleyball but like football volley ball.  The kid came out in me and the bucket list number 2 kicked in. We joined in and a few stunts later, I fell in pain. I have been taking care of my right knee for so many years. It keeps getting dislocated and I keep putting it back. This time around, while attempting, god know what, my right knee gave in. Oh freak. It didn’t dislocate but it did twist enough to give me problems. It went for the rest of the trip.

When I was back in office, I was gently trying to kick some kid in office when my knee buckled in again and I feel to the floor. It was time to go to the orthopedic surgeon. An x-ray and an MRI later, the verdict is out. I have severe ACL tear. In both knees. Which means surgery, one by one in both knees. Okay. That is fun. It also means being out of action for almost a year from most sports. Oh shit. In way I was / am really disappointed. I was doing great. I had restarted running and I was doing 6 to 8 kms at one stretch without too much effort. I could have gone on and on for long. But as Jispa was counselling me “don’t regret it. You did go out in style.” Ya. I sure did. Now what. Well surgery will follow. They supposedly take my tendon and stretch it to become a ligament or something. It’s a minimal invasive surgery. Also there is the matter of a meniscus tear in the right knee that requires shaving off. Sigh.

I have always looked at the bright side of things and while at it, I thing this knee thing was a blessing in disguise. I had so far refused to see the orthopedic. It turn out that if I don’t get this fixed now, I might have needed knee replacement at 55. That would have been pretty painful I guess. At 55!

On another note. We have been enjoying our new home quite well. We seem to be lazing around at home most holidays. Stepping out for a quick meal nearby and watching Netflix. It’s a neat big house that I might have dreamed off, all my life. Neat and tight. The big TV in the hall also seems perfect, as we lounge around and watch Netflix and Amazon Prime. And the best part – we have kabaddi season starting soon.

Kabaddi is the thing that we family bond over. Especially when we understand the sport from close quarters and get some inside dope. Fitness has come to kabaddi and we now are seeing the benefits of this in the players as they get better. It has been a lucky break for me in my life. Things that come to you just because you are open to new experiences and learnings.