"Familiarity" - Roger Federer wins Wimbledon 2012.

The scars of Wimbledon 2008 may never completely heal for Federer. And the rants about Rafa not being on the other side of the net will never cease. And Federer himself may never be the same old magician ever again – dominant, classy and graceful sometimes bordering on laziness!
But here we are – With roof cover over Centre court, a Brit hero in the form of Andy Murray, an aging Federer – with several backhand mishits, a breathtaking forehand drop, his twin daughters and like he said back to “familiarity”.
Nothing exhilarating. Nothing overboard superlative.
But a collective sense of happiness alright!
Roger Federer – World No. 1. 286th week.

The Force! (at Valley of Flowers)

Dear Rags and Jake,
Here I am back from a longish OPD contemplating sleep. But you know the feeling, its like post an exam with few more papers to go. You hear your heart gallop and you try hard to sleep but you can't.
Its this special Force - a sort of an energy I feel. Call it the Himalayan air or the water from the Ganges. Or may be the quiet inner acknowledgment of having accomplished a physically challenging trip into nature and its wilderness - I notice that little extra zip in my feet albeit for the tiredness.
I consider myself very lucky and thank God for the same.
Getting up early from my bed is nothing compared to the young men that gathered in the cold to pick their kandis. Taking a bath when my geyser is down is nothing compared to the ice cold water those men brave (yeah I conveniently skipped the post shit routine!). Sweating out in the heat is nothing compared to the climb that those elderly women take up. Doing my job with a smile is nothing compared to the yearning of young men to be right here in the capital. Climbing an extra flight of stairs is nothing compared to the ascent at that altitude. Talking lovingly and caringly to my patient is nothing compared to the language of Bharath with Lilea or Vinod with the Scorpio.
Am lucky to be here.
Nothing emotional or sentimental. Just straight from the heart.
I love you guys.
Thank you.
San.
Ps: not to forget my first touch of REAL snow and of course the sore butts!