The Orange Skier
The orange headed one
Goes skiing,
A whizz of color,
He starts off lazily downhill,
Gathering speed as he goes,
Lithe and graceful,
Zooming down the slope,
A blur of orange and purple,
Warms my heart on a cold snowy day.
This is part 1 of 9 in BITS '89 ReunionBITS ’89 Batch Silver Jubilee Reunion Nov 2018 25 years since we graduated! Tradition is that there will be a batch reunion. But how? Doesn’t it take a lot of … effort? Co-ordination? Time …? In these pages is the story of the how, the what,…
SB is very good at badminton – for the amateur level we play at, he is one of the best in our group, if not the best. And today I beat him 26 – 24. You know how much of a historic (histrionic?) moment it is for me to be so thrilled and blog about…
This is part 2 of 9 in BITS '89 ReunionThe lead up BITS Pilani. The place that means so much, that influenced me in my young, impressionable years. As it did with every single student that passed through its corridors. For the last 25 years, it had taken a back seat in my mind –…
This is about a project I undertook this year to repaint my bike. Don’t want the whole low down? Check out my photo album of this project! It all started with my dislike for grey. Green-grey, silver-grey, insipid grey. 2013 Oh, why did someone have to steal my beautiful purple and green Batavus? My “new”…
Was listening to “Shape of my heart” – Sting, and looked up its lyrics, part of which goes thus: “I know that the spades are the swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of war” which I put up on my gmail status. Surprisingly my nerd brother chose to comment on it,…
This is part 7 of 9 in BITS '89 Reunion25th Nov 2018 – Day 5 Leaving Pilani once again. It is a bittersweet parting once again. End of an epic reunion, and the beginning of the rest of our lives, that the reunion has left a permanent impression on. The buses are ready, waiting to…