Intoxicated by possibility

What matters most to you?

Today reminded me of Crash. 

I entered office and was holding my typical morning meeting - delegating tasks, discussing progress on projects and so on. The discussion turned into an open argument. I ended up arguing for a neat ten minutes on priorities, nepotism and work-life balance with a good friend/colleague of mine.

For the next five hours, I worked with another friend on a project heading down Murphy’s road. Ramadan meant no food, no water. Just as the starving and the physical stress was getting to me, I got a call from a friend, the one with whom I had argued with in the morning. He had just met with an accident. I rushed to get my car keys and drove 20 minutes to the accident spot. Looking at the mangled remains of the car, the streak of rubber on the road, the huge traffic jam the accident had caused, and the shaken up friend of mine, I knew that he had survived (and come out with almost no injuries) solely because of his good luck/fortune. 

I spent the next two hours with him. 

As the conversation revolved around what he felt during those few seconds of his disastrous crash, I asked him if he felt that he was going to die. He said that he did and that the first thing that came to his mind was his wife.

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A near death experience told my friend what matters most to him. 

A coin flip tells some people what matters most to them.

After a cold shower and some hot Sumatra coffee, I sat down thinking what matters most to me. 

I think I know.

I miss my by-two kaapi

By-Two Kaapi means splitting a cup of coffee into two cups, each having half the amount of coffee.

To me, ordering a ‘By-Two Kaapi’ is a symbol of having an intimate conversation about anything under the sun with someone who you would love spending time with. I remember the times when my dad and myself used to go to a diner, order a by-two kaapi and chat about politics or real-estate; I remember the times when I used to catch up with some old pal of mine, order a by-two kaapi and recollect the old times.

By-Two Kaapi, this weblog of mine is the kind of chatter that I would have with people over a by-two kaapi.

So I wrote, roughly 4 years ago, in my erstwhile blog. Today, going through a few posts, I plunge into nostalgia. Pity, Tumblr won my heart and I had to dump Blogger. Life goes on. The denominator is the same. This is where I talk about stuff you and me would have over a By-Two Kaapi.