The past few days have brought on a lot of stress and trial. There's no point reliving anything bad here, so lets move on :)

Discounting all the bad stuff, I'm happy that I led our cricket team to the next stage in Bangalore's premier corporate cricket tournament. We were in a must win situation and despite missing some key players, we trounced the opposition. I was happy to play my part and was declared man of the match for my 30 odd runs 2 wickets and an important catch at first slip. I was most pleased at the way the team responded to a difficult situation and raised their game. It was one of days when most things I did seemed to work.

In the last week or so, Abhi, the super- lead guitarist of our company's band discovered Muziboo, an online music community. He exhorted me to sign up and I duly did. Here's my space
http://muziboo.com/member/yogicbreath


One the most impressive vocalists I found on the site was George Kuruvilla. Turns out he and Abhi were in a band years ago at Engineering college. Small world indeed. Abhi and George are now collaborating online. Do check them out. Another fantastic piece of music here is Amit Savkur's rendition of Fuzon's Khamaj.


Lastly, I came across the following picture on my desktop, shot by my friend when I traveled to the SFO Bay area last year. I took off by myself for walk in the rocks at one of the points on the famous 17-mile drive and had no idea that my friend of his wife was aiming the camera in my direction. I have to say this picture gives me a great deal of peace especially so on days like this. I often wondered why I like it so much, and then I decided to verbalize it as best I could.

This picture is of me in a somewhat difficult and definitely reflective time. And the fact that I see myself (standing there, in the past) somehow tells me that a greater intelligence, if one exists, should see and feel the same picture .... and having seen it, will probably understand. Not sure if I'm being clear, but this picture gives me hope. I guess I somehow see hope in the grand design of the repetitive waves, in the wind that will not stop, and in the enormity of the ocean and the infinity of the skies.