Spent the day at Santa Cruz beach. A glorious day, and a beach full of people at their relaxed best. Life really is wonderful if you live here. The streets have all been decorated with Residential Parking only signs which is a huge plus for people who live here. Without it, they'd be overrun by tourists. The day was spectacular and I walked around the beach back and forth feeling a little stupid in my clothes which included jeans and a T-shirt, while everyone else was in beach trunks and bikinis. As a stupid Indian I have to stand out wherever I go, I guess. Have to live up to stereotypes, haven't we? Shouldve bought my beach clothes ... oh wait. I live in Bangalore and the only water we get is when the streets are flooded after a torrential rain.

I gazed at the waves like I always do. They are hypnotic, completely transcending the focus of reality. Time has slipped by, and so quickly. How can the past be lassoed?

Haven't really worked on my writing in the last 4 weeks. It is a pity. I thought I'd have time during this trip, but its been anything but characterized by equanimity - too much work, too many emotions, too little rest and sparkling bursts of surprises here and there.

Have been trying to resume my workouts here. Been hitting the treadmill for 3o minute, 2.5 mile jogs. Resumed weight training which really is something I feel I should have never stopped, if only for its ability to improve will power and focus. Just hope I can continue.

Finished reading The Mountain Path (a Ramanashramam publication) and almost done reading Advaitic Sadhana by the same press. Both excellent reads. Haven't got to reading B.K.S. Iyengar's Light on Pranayama yet. Very technical book, from the looks of it.

Miss the food, miss the time to breathe during weekdays. Miss my friends and miss my family. Miss the years between 2005 and 2008 as always. Surely, the best and the worst years of my life.