One More Promise…

I am usually a man who keeps my word. I don’t make promises I can’t keep. But recently, I’ve been on a breaking-promises spree. It all started with the these words:

“It was a dark and stormy night…”

Peanuts enthusiasts will recognize this as Snoopy’s favorite (and perhaps, the only) opening line in his novel. In my room, I have a poster of Snoopy, hunched over his typewriter and typing out these words, and these serve as a sort of inspiration whenever I sit to work on my third novel, which is chugging along at a snail’s pace. Sadly, these words proved ominous yesterday.

It was a dark and stormy night as I did my best to balance my ancient bike as I raced along the empty streets of Bangalore, at midnight, returning home after a particularly heavy dose of stupidity and insaneness after seeing the movie Sarkar Raj. I won’t even get into how bad the movie was, because, honestly, I can’t. I slept through it. 😀

Anyway, as I was riding back home, I passed a store whose name was “Promise General Stores” and all of a sudden, it hit me that I had to write a statement of purpose to a friend of mine who was in Nebraska. I had promised him that I would send it by Monday evening (Indian Standard Time) and I had completely forgotten about it. I hope he does too! 😀

This is the hundredth time I’m forgetting to write things this week. I had to send out some press releases the other day and it completely skipped my mind to do it. I was sitting at my desk and wanted to check my mail and opened Mozilla, and when I saw the home page I completely forgot why I was sitting at my desk. I just browsed some hot chicks’ pictures and went out for lunch. 😀

Even writing this post, I was supposed to write something on Bollywood and the movie Sarkar Raj, but instead, I was sitting with my WP Dashboard open and thinking what to write about! I think I have Alzheimers!! Help! Is there a doctor in the house?

My ex was probably right when she used to say that I don’t keep up my promises! In my defense, I have amnesia! I don’t even remember my middle name! Do I have a middle name?? 😀

Anyway, here’s a promise I intend to keep: I am gonna post this after this sentence! 😀

Tiny Steps

I’ve been meaning to write this post for quite some time now, but never really got the chance. Now, I have the time, the motivation and the inclination to actually sit and write it down.

It’s a Friday afternoon and a lazy one at office. Not much of activity in the PR world on a weekend, and most of the work is to be pushed to the next week. So, I sit back in my plush chair, look up at the air-conditioned ceiling and think back at how to start this post.

This is actually an ode, a tribute to a friend of mine who’s been more than just a friend and never more. I call her Chucks, affectionately naming her after the haunted doll in a series of horror movies called Child’s Play. Chuckie’s in Sydney now, and has been for the past year and a half, studying to become a researcher in cancer genetics. Yeah, I know, she’s got big goals.

Actually, this is not an ode to Chucks, but rather a message of hope and strength that she desperately needs right now. She’s never been one to lose hope and direction in life, but quite recently, she shocked me when she said that she had lost them both. A self-deprecating journey can be disastrous and I know this first hand, when a lot of things didn’t fall in place for me at one point of time, and I fell into so deep a hole that it took me almost a year to recover. Chucks played a vital role in my recovery, and ever since, I’ve looked upon her as more of a mentor than a very good friend. it’s now been five years to the day since I’ve known her. April 18, 2002. 🙂

When a mentor loses confidence, then it’s up to the disciple to take over the mantle and guide the mentor out of the looming abyss. Things happen in life that can’t be avoided. We all go through a phase when we start questioning our judgments and our decisions, and whenever possible, we must be strong enough to back ourselves up. Realizing that we are of sound mind and sound body can help a lot.

Have faith, Chucks. Never lose faith. Believe in yourself and you’ll do amazing things. I am sure of that. I know you and I know your abilities and I’m sure somewhere deep down, you do too. Hope and faith are all the ammunition you’ve got to fight depression and bad tides. I urge you to use it.

Nostalgia can go a long way in your recovery. Remember how you cured me, Chucks. Remember the medicines you gave me – nostalgia, hope and faith. I hope you remember, because if you don’t, then I’d have to come all the way to Sydney now. 😀

I wish you all the very best in your life, Chucks. You’ve got a long and fruitful life ahead of you, and please don’t lose track of your original goals and plans. I’m here for you; we’re all here for you, Chucks. We want you to succeed and I want you to fulfill your promises you made me before you left.

Proceed in tiny steps, Chucks.


Dear Readers: I apologize if this blog wasn’t really the ideal forum for posting this message to Chucks, but I had to do it. After what she’s done for me, I feel this is the least I could do. I would be grateful if you could leave behind your wishes and good will for my dear Chucks, and hope that she can get over her troubles and depressions and return home victorious! Thanks! I owe you all! 🙂