The economics of life had brought me to the comfortably-not-too-distant shores of Singapore during that turbulent December of '92 (remember Babri Masjid). The pace of this city that I now call home, while having eaten into my innards, is probably something I would not trade away. It may have been the mid life crisis or maybe this growing emptiness that has inspired me to look inwards and mine the depths of my soul. Maybe the vacuum lightens you making it easier to soar; gives reason to ask larger questions; to write that occassional poem/short story/essay and even two novels (currently making its rounds among close friends; no, I have not made much of an attempt to publish them for the simple reason of laziness); to seek yourselves. Or maybe I am just another unpatriotic money-grubber chasing an easy life, a green dream. Anyway, the fact remains that I consider myself happy in sweet Singapore, garden city, city of the lion headed fish (or fish bodied lion), where office-goers use straws to suck hot coffee from plastic covers, and where every spoken line ends with a musical 'Lah'.

I love it here. My wife loves it here. My two children love it here. And that's all that is important. Thank you... lah.

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http://www.harismind.com