Whom did you sing to?

Your dwindling song hangs in faded tunes
consoling your callused heart, a forlorn soul
Whom did you sing to all your waking moments?

When in your long, silky mane his face found paradise
When on your bosom he carved his undying love
You sang – your words walked down the aisle, your tune held your train

When on your lips he wrote poetry
When your every blink denied him bliss
You sang – your words a bright light, your tune wiped away shadows

When love was a shade you could no longer elicit
When you persisted and bled to paint the perfect sunset
You sang – your words a salve, your tune relived your past

When you questioned the mirror and counted time on your face
When your reflection was real, you felt imaginary
You sang – your words an angry submission, your tune perfunctory

When you woke up and wiped away tears your dreams wept
When your sorrows rose above the horizon and shone on you alone
You sang – your words silent tears, your tune lost in the mist

Home, Schweiz home.

It's been a little crazy around here. Let's just say that it felt like an XL life trying to fit into an XS time frame. We moved to our new home, bought and set up new furniture, had a housewarming party, went on our honeymoon to Switzerland...all in the four abnormally short weeks May had to offer. Some of the work around the house tired me out, and technically earned me 10 weekends of doing nothing but enriching the plushness of the couch, watching TV, and drinking Guinness! Nothing else! Simple, perfect...impossible! Anyway, I'm comfortably catching up on my 40 bonus winks at a week-long training course I'm currently attending. It's a pity, 'cos the instructor is so passionate about this course, and the man has a Ph.D. from Stanford! He's probably the best teacher I've ever had. Sometimes I feel guilty doing it. Hmmm, no, not really. Who am I kidding- nodding off is my birthright and I shall have it!




Our trip to Schweiz/Suisse/Svizzera/Switzerland was amazing! The country is sooo beautiful that it seems like God compressed all of nature's beauty and placed it there. Trust me, the place has enough beauty to go around the world...at least twice. The country has even inspired me to start a new religion - Swisslam. Not to be confused with our competitors with a similar sounding name, this is the real stuff. Now, for the simple tenets of Swisslam –

1. God is one… or a multiple thereof.
2. Music is prayer. Your devotion is directly proportional to the volume of your prayers.
3. World peace comes from within. So, think the world of yourself.
4. Now for the main item - If you behave like you ought to (see me for a quick reference manual), you will get to spend your retirement in Switzerland – Jannat on earth. No need to blow up anything, especially your own guts, to get to heaven. (Yeah, I know! They tricked you galeej losers!! You didn’t read their gothcha! sized print)

At the outset, we'll throw in a couple of testament versions, say one by our first messiah St. Jim Morrison, and the other by St. Roger Waters. More individuals will attain sainthood shortly. I’m thinking if Mr. Dan Brown writes a book about our religion, we’ll get the publicity we need. Meanwhile, I’ll put the commandment writing on the back burner while you nice folks spread the word. Hmm, so you feeling it yet? I hope you do. You can even save a bunch of money by switching over to Swisslam!

Requesting reality check, over. M3 off target, over. Reset,over. M3 returning to reality, over.

Those folks around the Alps are so darned multi-lingual that I felt like Muddenahalli Muniswamy in Mumbai for the first time. We got things done with English at most places, except for a few stray incidents:

Me (at a fast food restaurant): “Can you tell me where the nearest ATM is?”

Swiss Burger Boy: “No, no. We use only sunflower oil. Yeah, yeah.”

Me: “OK! Nice to know. Keep ‘em fries swimming in your sunflower oil. I’ll be back with some cash to super size my ATM-free meal. How does that sound?”

I know!! I am mean …but coming to think of it, this Swiss boy was specially assigned to us after Heidi at the counter drew a blank when I said “Number 4, please…and do you accept credit cards?” Durrty gurl, gave me durrty looks. I had to try hard to keep my Muniswamy personality under control. Good for her, she moved to the next counter where the claws of English would not reach her.

Anyway, I’ve got to go now…and treat the wound of ignorance the training has exposed.

Ciao!