Clutter of sorts

There's a shock bubu in my sensory cortex. There's too much happening with a deafferenting of sorts.There was way too much travel. My Nashville trip merged into Boston, Reading, Mumbai. I interviewed with Mickey and Farhat for the MSF job.It was a fun thing- given real life situations to work on and stuff to manage. Felt more like an MBA assignment- to deliver food sorties to a camp in Nigeria and manage a depressed health worker, a theiving local mechanic, a broken down truck, an impending strike,ambitious plans to establish another feeding center,a disgruntled warlord who feels ignored. Made me want to start stat. But the fact that my limited period of availability would mean that only a miracle would ensure that I get to go on a mission was a bit of a dampener.Maybe I get to work with them in Mumbai.I should know from them folks soon. But then, the shock bubu - I did not feel so bad to brood on it. In other circumstance I would have. But amma has a surgery tomorrow.

Mhatre ajji died. If anyone had to know what loneliness means...man, it cannot get lonelier than it was for her.She sort of made it into oneliness with Krishna.The ISKCON people came with their drums and cymbals and sang sad bhajans. It seems unreal for me sometimes that someone can crave death so much, and not commit any hara kiri but wait patiently knowing that age or ill health will smite you on the head with the fatal blow one day...and each passing day is not the glory of sunshine and the newness of opportunity, but a long parched longing wait.

Again shock bubu ensured that my ADHD assailed senses did not want to make me mull on this, but to ponder a moment and move on.

Have things piled to do. But they can wait for now.

May the surgery go well.