Sleepless in Song

It is long past the
Forsaken hour of midnight,
I lie against my pillows
As sleep eludes my eyes.
I read aloud thy verses and
The walls my voices mime.
I wait restless for thee
To share my solitude tonight.
Your footsteps sound against
The glacial stones outside
An ethereal being now stands
At my chamber doors open wide.
Is it sleep or intoxication
That obscures my sight?
I peer at thy unearthly presence
While against my will I fight.
My hands stretched out, long to
Hold thee in their own right,
But instead I am falling, falling back
Into a dreamy ravine.

What some people think I am...

It is Tuesday evening and I am still my Client's office for discussing a project we intend to do for them. Everything was wrapped up by the afternoon, however, it is the documentation that is taking so long. While I wait, I thought I should share something with my virtual world.

Here are the top five things that people tell/ask me regarding my nativity. Listing them in reverse of order of hilarity:

No. 5
"You look like a south Indian." That is what soooo many people have told me.

No. 4
"You are Christian, G, is it not?" I wonder how people come to that conclusion just from a person's appearance. Blah!

N0. 3
This was my masseuse asked me while she massaged my back. "You are a Goan, are you not?"

No. 2
"Are you Madrasi?" That is the question that my Professor always flicked at me in spite of reminding him several times that I belong to the same region as he.

Now for the gem of all and this one is also my favourite.

No. 1
"G, you are Sri Lankan." That is not even a question but an affirmative statement from the same gentleman who asked me if I was Madrasi.

Ohh good. Everything wrapped up. It is time to leave. This meeting is over for good.
Leaving for Chennai tomorrow.