Wait it Out

If you were anything like me and spent most of last night flicking through clips on ted.com after listening to Nandan Nilekani, you would probably have come across this video. If you didn't, well, here it is.

Just in case beginning afresh, afresh, afresh isn't your style- wait it out.

A Spring poem for Autumn

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

-Philip Larkin, The Trees

India Poised: V1 and 2

A couple of years ago, Indian cinema's grand patriarch Amitabh Bachchan appeared in a slickly produced television ad called 'India Poised'. There he was, in his perfect suit and his 'This is God speaking' voice, mouthing some soaring rhetoric that someone no doubt got paid a small fortune to come up with. The ad became an internet phenomenon, but ultimately, didn't amount to much.

A few months ago, Nandan Nilekani, Chairman of the not-very-catchy Unique Identification Authority of India (UIDAI) made a presentation at TEDtalks that revolves around the same theme- except this time backed up by facts and statistics. The fact that India was poised was never in doubt. Nilekani articulates exactly where. It is an honest and inspiring summary of India's place on the world stage and well worth a listen.

For those curious about the Amitabh Bachchan vid, (you know who you are) don't go away and search You Tube. It's right here. And you're welcome.

A Long Shot

Somewhere in the bowels of Wembley stadium is a blue jumper.

It is the jumper a friend bought for me two Christmases ago.
It is the jumper I rolled into a ball to make a pillow, before I settled in for the night at Bristol Temple Meads station, one year ago.
I will miss my blue jumper.So send it on its way, if you must. But if you can, try not to wipe the floor with it.
Thanks.

Mumbai International Airport, 2 a.m.

And so, a journey that began on a rainy morning in Mumbai comes to an end in the same city with another midnight downpour. I arrived on the first day of the Ganesh festival- the day on which clay statues of the beloved half-man, half-elephant diety are installed in homes and temples across the region- and here I am now, watching them being led in endless procession back to the sea where the smaller, less expensive versions dissolve almost immediately while the larger incarnations bob up and down, trunks and limbs flailing in the brackish water before eventually being reclaimed for another year. Ashes to ashes, tusk to tusk. In India, even ten days is like a lifetime.
I will miss home.