10 Most interesting days

A friend graduating from the school of dentistry, Boston University, invited me for a graduation ceremony and an ensuing cruise party in the harbor. Well, the last time I had taken off from work early was in November, when I had to catch a flight back from California after ‘working from home’.

So I decided, what the heck, I work everyday like a zombie anyway. Drove to Boston University, attended probably the 100th convocation ceremony of my life (I should get a special degree for that), and then sailed over to one of the wildest parties ever. Food, booze, chicks, women and their husbands and in-laws and parents, and kids. Fun crowd, neat crowd, mature crowd. Fun.

After a hangover the next day, it was the bowling league’s dinner night. Whoa! 0.7 miles away form home and a close friend’s band playing. Why wouldn’t I go? Given the fact that I was winning some sympathy prize money. (actually not bad considering this was my first season of candlepin bowling)

Whuwudda thunk that a vampirish photo of the blogger would end up on their website? Lone brown guy among a hundred white people. Maybe the prize money wasn’t worth it

Sunday was the movie nite instead of the usual Friday – I don’t even remember the movie now.

Tuesday – special as always, a ‘public speaking’ class as we will call it, and Wednesday. An offer you can’t refuse.

Mark walked up and was like – you wanna ride a horse? The quintessential Yes Man that I am – said yes, even before he completed the question. Mystic was a big but polite horse, a 20-min crash course later, he left me on top of Mystic that tried hard to understand his new master’s signals and cries. whoa whoa whoa whoa was actually one whoa – to stop. And tch tch was a signal to go fast, but not fast enough to throw me out of the saddle. I somehow managed. To keep my ass planted on the saddle. The moment it galloped, the feeling was that of exhiliration. The first scooter drive, the first car drive, the same feeling now the first horse ride…and…and…..it nearly ran straight into an obstacle, coz, I didn’t turn it around. Dumb horse.

Thursday and Friday were planning and packing, Maine. Beautiful Maine. There’s only one state (among the ones that I have ever visited) that beats Alabama in natural beauty. Maine, in summer.

Oceanside cmaping, white water rafting, old orchard beach detour, the long weekend passed by in minutes.

Reflecting back, these have been the most enjoyable 10 days in life. Yet, each fresh memory brings back some painful memories. Something that makes each passing day a lot harder until you break free, I only wish I knew how.

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