Priya, a British sindhi acquaintance asked me to design a logo for one of her wellbeing projects and I messaged my friend. She briefed him about it and within a day or two a beautiful logo was in her mailbox. Another friend common to us, who has started a museum in Goa, requested this friend of mine to design his website and a fine design was ready within days, not just the website but the entire marketing kit! In both the cases the designer didn't speak a word about his fees. There was absolutely no mention of remuneration. Both the jobs were done in practically no time although he lived in the Middle East then, running an ad agency. The designs were, as I had expected, superb! The name of this friend of mine is Bismarck Dias. We went to the art college and though he was my senior by a couple of years, and our disciplines were different, we always felt an affinity towards one another. As a student Bismarck w...
"Wish I could hug her for one last time" "Yes. But You are far away. I'll do it for You. She'll understand... hopefully" "I'll do it for You" "She'll understand, hopefully" Are these things we tell ourselves or to one another when there is nothing You can do to stop someone from dying? Dying, the final departure, is as momentous as birth of a child. Then all there is, is memory: the time we spent here on earth, made our little history. And then one day we say goodbye ourselves. We bade goodbye to Lily yesterday. I am happy that she doesn't have to suffer her blindness, her traumas, her many physical difficulties, her pains and aches. But something wrings at my heart that I will never be able to hug that being in that gossamer poodle body. It had been decided that our fifteen year old poodle, Lily, had had enough of earthly existence. She'd got bad treatment in the pound before she was one year old, She survived four su...