Happy New Year

Dear Family,

Warm greetings from us for a happy new year. As I look back,  I see that the year 2011 was not all that bad. My stocks plummeted in value, lower back pain got worse, just two speeding and a few parking tickets, broke an expensive  antique ( I should know, I paid for it) at a vacation home, cancelled two out of three vacations because my boss wanted a report, hints of irritable bowl syndrome followed by more reports to my boss, and to top it all a frequent unexplained allergy to work. Other than that life has been dandy and peachy.

I recommend that you all read "Love for no reason" by Marci Shimoff as you begin another successful year in your life. She says in her book that "when you experience love for no reason, you no longer look outside yourself to get love. You stop being a love beggar and become a love philanthropist, dispensing love, kindness and goodwill wherever you go. Let us get the unconditional love mojo going again'"'. Well, I am getting teary eyed.

The year 2011 was kind of tumultuous in a way (if you skipped the beginning of my email please read again) but ended on a pleasant note. The wine club where I am a member held a lottery earlier this week and I won 24 bottles of heavenly red wine on the Christmas day. There is hope after all for the beleaguered.

I wish you all and your families a fun filled year in 2012. Since most of you are prosperous and peaceful there is no need for me to heap more of the same on you.  Just keep your sense of humor in play and my crystal ball tells me that all is going to be swell.

Cheers and good luck

Why this kola veri da?

Recently my friend told me about his unfortunate car accident on his way to a vacation spot in Kerala with his family. He informed me that he crashed his car in to a tree but no one was injured, luckily. The story should have ended there ideally with me mumbling a few indecipherable words about how things are these days with road rage and what not to mitigate his agony and personal misery. I am a nice guy and not much of a believer in ruffling feathers, you all know that. However, when someone does it for the third time, it gives me and the rest of the humanity a collective pause.

My friend had also very thoughtfully emailed me a picture taken on the spot of the accident to show the extent of the damage to his car. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Make it a million in this case please. Let me describe the scene: It is a quite village road in Kerala with absolutely no traffic whatsoever. The road is only 25 feet wide that if an oncoming car were to pass, one has to either stop or pullover to the side to make room for the other. The road is lined by beautiful coconut trees on both sides.  It is a dirt road so my friend could not have gone at more than 30 km per hour. The stars were all lined up so to speak for a perfect drive to the destination until my friend decided to take a detour and say hello to a tree.  This is the third time, I am informed.  I can picture the trees, with their eyes filled with liquid chlorophyll, asking my friend “Why this kola veri da?”

 His eighty year old mother, daughter (with infant daughter in her arms) and his wife are in the picture with facial expressions that can be best described as total disbelief and disgust. Believe me; ladies can bring the right emotions in right proportions when it is time to shame their beloved.

I have long condemned the city and town planners for planting trees where we gents may want to venture with our four and two wheelers. It is particularly unsettling when you have witnesses (son-in-law, friends, and on lookers) and hostile witnesses ( wife, mother-in-law, daughter) and it takes a eon before you get your bearings and nerves back and start driving without further eliciting derisive laughter from the hostile witnesses mentioned above. When I heard about my friend’s get-to-know-your-neighborhood tree incident, I was painfully reminded of my head on collision with a lone cyclist (I was also riding a cycle) on a village road and the disbelief my fellow villagers displayed on their faces for several weeks.

 Not to be deterred and help my hapless friend I racked my brains (an exercise that I do not undertake often) and I remembered a road named Dalton Highway in Alaska that is 666 km long with no trees whatsoever in sight. Driving on this road a few times up and down will restore his confidence, boost his morale and put a not so easily erasable smile on his face, I thought. This may be the solution to permanently end the isolation he is now facing in his house as a pariah driver. If he does not want to go that far he can consider Mojave Desert in California. I will write once the dust settles down and he is allowed access to computers.

Well, no one likes an unsolved mystery. As my friend is somewhat incoherent and unintelligible after the accident, and sounds more like when he was in his college days, I decided to rack my brain (second time in the same week) and come up with some possible explanations.  These are the possibilities I came up with: 1) he had low sugar 2) he fell asleep at the wheel; 3) he was distracted by the annoying caller on the radio Mirchi station 5) he wanted to get some fresh air and 6) he wanted to walk the last one kilometer.  Or, is it possible that he went to a female driving school? The definition of a tree according to Aljaffe is "a tree is something that stays in the same place for several years before suddenly jumping in front of a woman driver".

Feeling elated with my own resourcefulness, I called his wife to discuss my findings and find an amicable ending. She cut me short as I started rambling and told me that her husband had too many beers before he got in to the car and will not be behind the wheels for a while. Any questions,  she demanded. I said a few nice things about Kerala and quickly got off the phone.

The Buddhist philosophy tells us that all sufferings in life are due to desires, desires emanate from thoughts and therefore one should meditate to quite the mind and free it from thoughts. The Buddhist monks and others tried very hard to accomplish that goal to get their salvation.  I see men these days walking around with a blank mind and a vacant look to match and they are doing this damn thing so effortlessly that it would have boggled Buddha’s mind. Even if they have only one thought, it is all about beer.  Occasionally men are conflicted between ales and lagers and that is when they have more than one thought. Is it a quirk of fate that we have the monks of yester years eating out of our male hands or is it just the marvel of evolution? But I am digressing.

I am not sure if there is help for the trees in Kerala in the meantime. I know one thing for sure, when my friend shows up for the final verdict, Lord Krishna is going to crash his chariot in to him; Justice will then be served.

Moral of the story: You only crash twice, after that your wife takes over.