Swimming in the Slipstream

"So much time to make up
Everywhere you turn
Time we have wasted on the way

So much water moving
Underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away"

2010 is gone but I am still here. No more swimming in the slipstream, I can tell.

My Sweet Lord

In the spirit of Christmas ...

Oh lord, won't you buy me a Bentley Continental GT and a brand new liver.

Que Sera Sera

The five-year-old in the picture smiled like only a child could. The smile had no reason and no rider.

Did he know what his future held? The joy, the heartbreaks, the insurance policies, the mortgage, the let-downs, the thrills, the world. Did he realise that his smile was being frozen to warm tougher times.

I looked at the picture of the smiling boy. He looked like me.

Green Prince

Purple Rain in a dank green room.

The colours of Bandra in my time capsule.