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Tuesday morning

February 22, 2012 2 comments

“This is the H Line to 18th & California. Stand clear, the doors are closing.”

I held on to the handrail, and the train jerked into motion. As it turned under Colfax avenue, I was thrown slightly off  balance and held the handrail tighter. I did not fall, but my eyes opened in reflex. The train went on slowly, and came to a halt at the traffic light. Beyond the fence is the community college’s parking lot. Usually it is at least half-full of cars, but on this day it was strangely empty. Snow had covered most of the grass and walkways – it was a sea of white.

And right through the maze of parked cars and accumulated snow, a man was walking his dog. He was not an urban resident – he had a scruffy beard, and a backpack that towered a foot over his head. His back was bent under the weight, but his step was firm. As he reached the end of one parking aisle, he stopped, took off his backpack, and said something to his dog. His dog woofed, and the man smiled back.  As they spoke with each other, I noticed his clothes. He seemed to be wearing some grime-covered military surplus gear; his boots reached halfway up to his knees. The left leg of his trousers was neatly tucked inside, but the right  one was out. It didn’t bother him at all – perhaps he hadn’t even noticed.

After a while, he looked up to the sky for a moment, put on his backpack and started to walk again. This time, his shoulders were square, and he had a spring in his step. For a few moments, his dog had to trot to keep up with him. Then he turned, and disappeared behind a building.

I don’t think he was a homeless man. I would prefer to think that he was a man of the mountains, one who makes his living off the land.

Yes, it sounds romantic, doesn’t it? Living in the mountains in a small log cabin with just nature to give you company. Reading a book by a rustic fireplace, and foraging the forest for your own food.

But that’s what it is, really – just a romantic dream. In reality, none of us urbanites would survive even a week in a jungle.

But if you were given the chance to find out, dear reader, would you try it?

I hear footsteps…

September 6, 2011 1 comment

This summer has been fairly good to us – we were able to go out for picnics and hikes almost every weekend. And Denver being, well, Denver, we have been surrounded with greenery for the past few months. Of course, it’s monotonous greenery – not like the Sahyadris where you can feast your eyes upon millions of shades of green. But that’s another post.

Over the past couple of weeks, I noticed changes – subtle at first, but more pronounced as the days passed by. The days have become cooler, and the nights are chilly too. The weather forecast has started to show “Showers” in addition to “Thunderstorms”.

And yesterday, I saw the first hint of yellow in the trees around our apartment.

Make no mistake – old man winter is just around the corner. I can hear him coming – can you?

It doesn’t rain; it pours

August 30, 2011 Leave a comment

I think I have ranted enough about going back to India.

Last week, I was told that my management wants me to stay back in Denver for four more years. Thankfully (at least right now), they are asking me – not simply informing me.

There are too many reasons why I want to go back – but there are also a few reasons why I – and my family – would like to stay. We have about four more months to take this decision and honestly, I have no clue as to what will the result be.

In the meantime, we are hiking every weekend like there’ll be no tomorrow – and hoping that next Summer will find us in Mumbai instead of Denver.