Musings on Monday Mornings

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97... wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are NOT as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day t...

We played king of the mountain out on the end The world come chargin' up the hill, and we were women and men Now there's so much that time, time and memory fade away We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take We stood side by side each one fightin' for the other We said until we died we'd always be blood brothers Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away Makin' a fool's joke out of the promises we make And what once seemed black and white turns to so many shades of gray We lose ourselves in work to do and bills to pay And it's a ride, ride, ride, and there ain't much cover With no one runnin' by your side my blood brother On through the houses of the dead past those fallen in their tracks Always movin' ahead and never lookin' back Now I don't know how I feel, I don't know how I feel tonight If I've fallen 'neath the wheel, if I've lost or I've gained sight I don't even know why, I do...

...And when he picked up that violin he played with the glory of triumphant heroes returning. The grace of a ballet dancer returning for the encore. And within the spell of that song he told his entire story. The poverty of his birth. The misfortunes of anonymity and the struggles for this success. He played, and the entirety of her life seemed to come alive. It seemed that all those 60 years she has lived for just this one moment--when he would play and she would forget everything else. Age, propriety and time seemed to disappear . As the chords hummed to the strokes of his youthful fingers she lost the grey that coloured her hair, the lines that defined her face. She was ageless. As young as him. He as old as her. It was a wave. A wave of love. Under which she drowned, gladly losing the last breath of sanity, maturity and rationality. Under it she was swallowed, comforted by the bleakness of unrequited love. It was a canvas on which she would paint a rosy picture for her days rem...

ANCA , C3, C4, proteinuria . Life altering. Growing up fast. Managing responsibilities. New house. Issues: blocked drains, dishwasher fitting Dhs 500, curtain designs. Weathering the weather. Missing out. Lunches and oranges...all for a penny? So many school boys. Home. Home sickness. Self censorship . Bottling it up. Maturity you say? Lack of friends. Social responsibility. Propriety. Good friends with time eccentricities. Saving grace. Traffic. Unsettled. Unsettling feeling. LONG nights spent tossing and tumbling. Physical pain. Dark circles. Plants do not buy happiness. Professor "Lupus". Knowing what I know. Research on the Internet. Too much information. Ignorance is bliss? Known evil is a lesser evil? Loneliness . Akeel makes "Chicken in White Onion." Food in 10 days. Living for the weekend. Responsibility. Silly girls laughing in cars, it seems so far off. Maybe they are not silly. This too shall pass (?)