The biggest trouble with walking to work is maintaining your CG. In a city like Mumbai, footpaths with free space on them are rare- you are almost always walking on the road. Now the exact trouble with the road is that it serves not only the pedestrian- but also the cows, the rain water and slum kids. And not to forget- the vehicles. In this complicated layer system, your locus runs parallel to that of the rain water- literally- with an offset of 300mm. “Do not draw parallels”, they say- in a world where the basis for measurement of ‘achievement’ is comparison.

“Bringing intellect back in style”, the magazine reads. Intellect and style- good combination, eh? :)

I have been wanting to write about Robert for a long time now. I never get the words- his is a diverse and rich personality- so many layers, so many directions. What I feel for him also ranges from frustration to awe, irritation to affection, and disappointment to trust. Sometimes I see intense passion in his eyes- passion for life, people, and work- but it quickly disappears behind his terrible jokes. What made him travel half the world? I still cannot find the answer- but I can see in him, a very fundamental yet strangely strong connect with human beings- he seems to care, and very deeply- underneath the thick top layer of mistrust. He loves innocence, truth and people that live by both. He seems to be searching for something continuously- meaning, maybe, in this complex system of ‘life’. If not anything else, he has travelled far to seek it.