Skip to main content

A'int no Sunshine when She's Gone

I have a very special spot for the song that goes by this title. Bill Withers sings this. I've heard it in the movie Notting Hill. Not quite my daily cup of tea when it comes to movies. I do love the scene in the movie though; you see all the seasons in one shot... I am no real fan of movies. I find their realities stupid. Depressing sometimes. Maybe its because I started probably before I even knew what a movie was by watching various Indian movies. I still don't get why and how people watch those wretched things. I admire the ability of the folks who produce that garbage and make a lot of money on them. Many, many countries are spanned in the process of a movie. Hell, one stupid song in an Indian movie probably takes you to Australia, Switzerland and New York. Those seem to be the staple places to prance about.

Anyway, I am not here writing about Bollywood. This one is personal. The song is true you know. There really is no sunshine once she's gone. I have no idea what I am going to do. I just keep hearing the same song over and over and over. And it brings new meaning to it every time I hear it. But I will with hope. iHope s a great thing you know. Millions of people the world over clung onto this abstract thing called hope... freedom was won that way. August 15, 1947 was the culmination of so many such hopes. Of generations of people who probably died not knowing what that hope really ended up being. Although, I am not sure that what they hoped for did indeed happen.

Life is strange that way you know. Once upon a time, I loved life. Now I dread it. There is a saying attributed to some television show... it goes something like this: everyday is the worst day of my life. I feel like that. My daily existence is just a bunch of replays of old memories and what-ifs. What if I did that instead of that... what if I didn't do that... what if I hadn't woken up that day. As I write this, I have on my desk 3 little black and white pictures of (what is in my mind anyway), the perfect couple. I wrote about them recently and how I attended their wedding. I am so happy for them. And at some level, just a tad jealous. And I wish them the very best.

What am I going to do? I am going to learn. Learn from this. Get back to writing beautiful (my buddy Steve would call it elegant) code. Make something. That only exists in the bits and bytes world. My IDE is ready. Its my canvas. I already have the sound track to the rest of my life picked out. Now all that remains is for the masterpiece to make an appearance. And then I can slowly wither away and die a slow and painless death. Or rise. From the ashes. And find the sunshine again.

Comments

Kirk Gray said…
If you need any help with your sunshine canvas, let me know - I might be able to help.

Popular posts from this blog

Being Happy

I wonder why there is so much unhappiness in the world sometimes. I'm currently reading R. K. Narayan's Waiting for the Mahatma. The world the protagonist in the book lives in is a rather harsh one. And he seems to be quite unhappy. What makes one unhappy? Some days, I ask myself what the heck I am doing here. Maybe its because I have worked for the same person for 4 years and the same company for over 6. This was supposed to be a short-term job that would bring bigger and better things. I don't know what it has brought. I mean, I am doing better things. I am doing bigger things. But I don't know if it makes me happy any more. I don't wake up with the anticipation of hurrying to work to learn something new and make the world a better place. I don't know why. I suppose I have the ability to do that to a certain extent. Is it the lack of ambition?  Reading back to some of the earliest posts on this blog, I gave myself the task of being happy. Like it is somethi...

The shopping bug strikes again

I've been on a binge of late. I have been shopping for all sorts of stuff. I started with an apartment. Couldn't afford it. Moved on to smaller things. I bought a pair of black Diesel Remy shoes. Probably the softest shoes I have ever had. They are SUPER comfortable too. I got a pair of Merrell Mesa Vent II shoes for doing the grind. Very comfortable. Of course... my time didn't improve by that much. I got a Puma Beluga Football jacket. Its colour is officially Pompeian Red-Moon Rock Gray. Looks cool. I got a pair of quicksilver Slang shorts. They are awesome! I also ended up getting Jeans at Mark James (they have a summer sale on now). I got a pair of Diesel Clerby jeans (these are extremely soft) and a pair of 7 for all mankind relaxed jeans. They're both getting altered (hopefully, with the original hem in-tact). How much has all this cost? I would estimate it at over $500. Ouch. And hooray for our dollar being so much closer to being on par to the US one.

Happy Birthday Canada

I have celebrated more than 20 Canada Days in Canada. While this nation is far from perfect and we have so much further to go, there is hope. We are a nation, at 153, looking at the future with a mixed record: we have immense prosperity, peace, safety and a relatively good standard of living for most . We are welcoming to immigrants, refugees and guarantee people with a wide range of rights. We are a leader in respecting people's human rights and punch above our weight internationally. We are also a country that is in the midst of a reckoning right now. We have systemic racism, we are at war with the environment - we are actively digging things out of the ground to sell to the rest of the world. Climate change is ravaging our country - we have floods, fires and drought.  Our past and present deeds towards indigenous people is shameful. We have a long way to go yet, but there is hope. In the midst of a pandemic, with social upheaval to correct past wrongs, or at least make amen...