A song in the heart

It’s Monday and typically most professional’s nightmare, a malaise somehow linked to the usual lingering hangover of the weekend and the demands of Friday’s unfinished business, like a newly-married bride entreaties for undivided attention in the face of new targets and deadlines.

The weekend has its drama, solace and moments for ponder. Chelsea grabbed a breather from Arsenal’s defeat of Man United in an exciting match that saw two late goals that not only had our hearts back to its seat but also gave us back our bragging rights. At same time, the match set up a prism for some thoughts on swinging extremes. On Saturday, it was gloomy o! Chelsea fans and on Sunday, the spring was back to our steps. Some times life deals us such cards, a moment a despair and the next eureka!

I trudged through the weekend with reading of Bobby Kennedy’s bio-This Life and it brought up its own servings of swinging extremes. As a toddler, Bobby struggled for a father’s affection whose doting was on his Joe Jr. and JFK, heirs apparent of the Kennedy’s but with twist of fate and conspiracies of the universe, recognition, stardom, leadership of the Kennedy clan was foisted on him and till today, one of life’s greatest speech is credited to Bobby.

Talking of life’s conspiracies and the trudge of the weekend, it also had its spices for me. It was filled mostly with exchanging SMSes and phonecalls with my Kenyan sweetheart. My kenyan story is a story of the swinging extremes. An innocuous trip to the eastern cape of the continent in late September 2006 became for me Treasure Island story. I met a most intelligent and breath-taking African Queen. A lady that quotes Dalai Lama off-the-cuff, a lady that has a heart molded in gold, a lady that typifies ‘woman’. Our conversations took us through many subjects but in the end it left in me, a song. A song that ushered in the Monday and a stirring to make each moment count.

Its time to run…….we will still talk tomorrow.

Meeting everyday people

Its been a day for me today, my favorite team Chelsea got whupped by Liverpool and giving us a scare on our desire for a third consecutive premiership title. Though we will hold our breaths until sunday's match between the red devils and gunners, our screams, pitches and howls will be directed to the Wenger boys, praying that they do the damage for us. Chelsea still remains the best in the premiership and like this my favorite line i picked from the movie, My best friend's wedding, 'this too will pass away'. That aside, one of the things i intend to achieve with this blogs is to share my thoughts on varied topics, post my activities as it transcends through my day and most specially think aloud with the hope that people of likeminds will join me here for us to rub minds.

I welcome you to my world, a world fixated in dreams, visions, ideas and costant threading the mill on how life, our personal interests and our desires are the hubris of our joy. A life in search of peace, happiness, love and simplisticies. I found this love in my trip to Kenya and since then its been a deja vu, an innate satisfaction, a realisation of an ancient wisdom that 'if you desire something, the entire universe (and i will add the galaticoes too) will conspire to see to the realisation of that desire.

I will talk about about these conspiracies of the universe in my next post, before then i will say welcome to my world, to my muses and enjoin you to part of this community where we will throw pretencies aside and bury ourselves in the loud silence of our minds.