Am terribly disappointed. For a lot of reasons. But the most, by one.
"A man's value/influence on this society is determined by the no. of heads that mourn on this death", it's said.
A legend has just passed away. Not less than a week ago. And what have done other than FB status msgs, Twitter taggings, a few +1's and by some stone agers' Orkut scraps...?
He'd never asked me to buy any of the products of his company. Neither did I care to think of it since they were more clearly overpriced.
But how could such a legend not be here from India...? There has to be an Indian connection, did I think. Not that this is the only country that can host such a genius. But yet, when we don't / cant have something, it's at least a bit soothing to celebrate it as if it were ours.
We Indians are still proud of Aryabhatta/Bhaskara for giving this world it's greatest digit ZERO and other jaw-dropping gyans. Be it Bhagavad Gita/Thirukkural. Rabindranath Tagor…
I cried. After a long long time, I cried. How does it feel when someone you think of, every single day, doesn't exist anymore? I felt it today.
When someone mentioned in a WhatsApp group that Crazy Mohan was no more, I refused to believe it. I immediately googled, and came across a tweet that he was doing just fine, recovering in a hospital. A few minutes later, there were media reports, and I still refused. But the moment was short-lived. A few tweets of first-person accounts confirmed his demise. Tears welled up that very second, and I got off my chair at work, crying all the way. Downing a few glasses of water didn't help, and I was nearly choking, as much to a concerned colleague checking one me. I said I was fine, and masking my tears, got out of the building to get some fresh air. It took me a full 15 minutes to come out of it, reading others' experiences, prayers and eulogies, including sharing mine. It's been an odd day, to say the least.
The previous few weekends were boring, to say the least, and we didn't want to miss this one. My friends and colleagues J & L were too keen on walking / hiking, and I decided to take them to Peak District, for one can't get anything so good so close to Nottingham.
The Walking Englishman has always been a favorite place I'd look before I go, and this time, I decided to do the Dove Dale and Wolfscote Dale trail. And unlike earlier, I had planned a bit more than usual, and hence this ended up to be one of the most economic & hassle-free itineraries. Given that it wasn't just myself but 2 others, I had to not only plan & organize but also make it lighter on their wallets.
I'd always preferred YHAs for their standards & the incredible value for money. I chose YHA Ilam Hall, and there are no direct buses / trains. It was Nottingham - Derby - Ashbourne - YHA Ilam Hall, with the last leg on a taxi and the rest by bus. Trentbarton, which operate in these are…