Baggage Limit...

A blog pending since December.
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"No Sir, I am extremely sorry. That is THE limit. 20 kgs is all you can check in. There is nothing I can do to increase that"

The date was 20th of December last year. I was packing up my stuff in Lugano and the realization swept across the room that was decorated with shopping bags and garbage bags alike.
I was returning to where I had come from - home. The airlines and the travel agents had been adamant about the check in weight limit. And here I was, sitting with a weighing scale measuring the impact of the visits to each of the stores.
In the overwhelming disappointment, I could only manage to squeak a “thanks” to the lady who had answered my call to the airline. I had accumulated so much in the previous year. Souvenirs, gifts, memorabilia and so much more. How was I going to take them back home? As I sat there, alone at home, figuring out what to leave behind and what to check in, it struck me that I just treaded upon a thought - something that I probably already knew; only it hit me a lot harder this time around.
Leaving Lugano after a year was almost like it was symbolizing life.

My attachment, to the wine glasses that held my Ramsier over many celebrations and lonely dinners, meant that when I finally had to trash them, I had a few moments to day dream about those times, a glance followed, a sigh followed and then a crash of glass breaking.

When you get caught in the turmoil of making a choice - that is the moment of truth. Like the high speed churning of the milk of life. Almost always the cream of priorities surfaces effortlessly. And when that churning happens, the choice really doesn’t need to be made. To steal an idea - "You don’t have to think too much about your #1 priority. It always the closest to you."

There is only so much you can carry. And when you realize that, you start sifting through your priorities. We too get our 20kgs in life that we can “check-in”. Not more, not less. And then it’s always up to us what we put in that “bag”. Regrets or joy. Happiness or sorrow. Smiles or tears. So I too had a choice to fill it all up with satisfaction of a purposeful existence rather than the burden called regrets - of actions unfinished or even wrong ones.

status : away !!

I know i have been away for a while. But i am taking care of some responsibilities.

A caring friend actually counted out the days i've been absconding.. its been a while since someone did that..

But i will be back. Some lingering thoughts need to go up here. But not just yet !!

"I'll be baack !!!!!"