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Again the Shammi Kapoor one, not the Internet company.

Thanks to Lidia from Australia and Chrys wandering somewhere in India.

I must admit I am feeling a little better. My head is beginning to twirl with stories again. I haven't written anything. This blog is all that I have written of late. Monotony has never scared me. I sometimes prefer it. However I currently am doing nothing and and feeling better. Perhaps I could get back to my routine once I return from Hosaritti.

I have always tried to dodge the aspect of mortality and suffering. I never visited people in hospitals. Still try to avoid it. The case of my grandfather was no different. I avoided visiting him after he was diagnosed with cancer. After a few days I felt better. I assumed that my depression had driven me in that direction. I immediately visited him. I shall never regret it. He however, as fate would have it, passed on a few weeks later. As I have already said I was with him for most of his last day.

Again when one of my uncles was diagnosed with cancer I withdrew into a shell. I didn't speak to anyone for several weeks. Then I did speak to him and promised him that I would chant and pray for him. In the end he did get better and we are still on very good terms. I am scared what I would do if I am faced with a similar situation with an immediate family member.

I once heard 'Being brave is a choice.' I hope I shall make the right choice.

I don't mean to sound deep or profound. I am (un)fortunate enough to think like this most of my life. I doubt if I have ever made a simple choice. I once remarked to a friend while recommending he read 'The Story of O', "You can be certain that you will not find a dying priest in it." 'O' is a erotic novel of the late 20th century. One of my favourites. I think, I like it because it explores human behavior and choices devoid of celestial or existential blah! blah! May be I am mistaken. I often am.

PS. Don't read 'The Story of O' if you are underage.