It has been a weekend of coming to terms. It is time to let go, yet again. It is clear that this investment has gone terribly wrong. The more I think about the details and the developments the more I am convinced that I did not read the entrails right.
I think my wife Lakshmi has been right in warning me of the impending folly of it all.
I am not new to letting go. More than two years ago, I wrote another post about letting go. http://sgchalayil.blogspot.in/2012/07/letting-go.html
This time around things are a little different though. For one, I know the agony and the remorse will remain. More importantly there are lessons that I will need to remember for the rest of my life.
It all started with a silly Mallu movie a while back, while I was down with a terrible viral fever that sapped not just my body. It seems to have muddled up my brain too. The events that unfolded in its wake over the many months that followed have churned my insides most, as I tried to hang on to sanity and reason, much as a rafter would hang on to his fragile dinghy as he negotiated the fury of the white water rapids.
I cannot afford another one of these mistakes. The "** lessons" will be a constant reminder to me for sometime now, of the perils and pain of a foolish investment.
It is time for me to go off air, at least for a while. I will miss writing these posts. I do not know if you will miss reading them.
Nanni....Namaskaaram.
I think my wife Lakshmi has been right in warning me of the impending folly of it all.
I am not new to letting go. More than two years ago, I wrote another post about letting go. http://sgchalayil.blogspot.in/2012/07/letting-go.html
This time around things are a little different though. For one, I know the agony and the remorse will remain. More importantly there are lessons that I will need to remember for the rest of my life.
It all started with a silly Mallu movie a while back, while I was down with a terrible viral fever that sapped not just my body. It seems to have muddled up my brain too. The events that unfolded in its wake over the many months that followed have churned my insides most, as I tried to hang on to sanity and reason, much as a rafter would hang on to his fragile dinghy as he negotiated the fury of the white water rapids.
I cannot afford another one of these mistakes. The "** lessons" will be a constant reminder to me for sometime now, of the perils and pain of a foolish investment.
It is time for me to go off air, at least for a while. I will miss writing these posts. I do not know if you will miss reading them.
Nanni....Namaskaaram.
There is an old adage that one should not write and preserve what one writes when the heart is down or the head is on fire. Soliloquize by all means but write and destroy for that could mitigate the frustration and pain and cool the head .
ReplyDeleteWrite and preserve only when the heart is on song, Some seem to consistently do just the opposite, that's scold themselves, perhaps to psyche themselves into positive action as many sportsmen do, to come from behind and win
Wishing to see you back soon
Kuru
Interesting thought Kuru. But the chronicles of this episode have to remain - if nothing else as a monument to my foolishness and as a reminder to help me not repeat this mistake.
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