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Terrible.It's been a year and it's still not quite sunk in that our dear old Peter is gone.He was my friend from college days, and he was one of the most ridiculous chaps you could ever meet. He always thought of himself as a 'universal man' and said as much.He had about twenty three professions on his visiting card, although he was only qualified to be an Instrumentation Engineer. He built houses, gave his expertise on how to ensure either a male or a female child, purely through timing of love making, threatened people pretending to be a gangster, and never failed to entertain us, his close circle of friends.He took to social service with gusto, and was working with some village kids, volunteering his time, and most of his life. Invariably, we would get to his house on Christmas Eve, because his birthday was on the 24th of December. His mum made us the same delicious cake every year, and his pomeranian is one among only three that have bitten me with no provocation whatsoever.We went on outings and trips together, and I remember many days with cramps from laughing. Peter had the biggest lies to tell, and he never gave a shit who believed it or not, who was making fun of him right there, pulling his leg, or adding to his tall stories. He just went on and on!There was not one soul that knew him that didn't get some happiness from him.When I got this message from a friend that he is no more, it didn't even strike me that it was possible that Peter had left. He apparently had some health issues and had made light of it, not bothering too much, letting Jesus decide when it was time to go. He was in that village where he was doing social service, and left in his sleep.When our group of friends started talking about it, all that came up were memories upon memories of fun, laughter, and absolutely ridiculous, free times, when we questioned nothing, and just felt good being alive, in no small measure thanks to Peter's inscrutable nature that simply defied definition.We just kept laughing, and even managed to find it in us to curse him for leaving us so suddenly, not taking enough care of himself, our crazy friend. It was, in many ways, just like he was in our midst. Even in death he had left us with something to laugh about.A year later, it doesn't seem to have sunk in still, that he is dead. But it truly feels that he has just left the body, and his soul will come back to torment us with more ridiculous stuff, in some other form.What a horrible tribute to a dead person!But something tells me he is somewhere out there laughing reading this. It's the only way he came into our lives, and it's the way he would have chosen to leave.Lucky me for having known him so intimately, and lucky for whoever he is with at the moment.I started writing a gangster screenplay with Peter's ridiculous self in the lead, and I wanted to surprise him, but now I will celebrate him by making the movie.I promise it will be as outlandish as him, as larger than life as him, as fun as him, and as true to him as possible, so the world that didn't get to meet him can be inflicted with his spirit.You SOB, you really shouldn't have left so abruptly.

The Beatles song “Two of Us” was written by Paul McCartney. It was at least in part Paul’s tribute to his friend and bandmate John Lennon, and the earliest version of it was recorded on January 24, 1969. It’s on the Let It Be album.The song contains the following line . . .You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead.Paul and John had met for the first time on July 6, 1957. John’s band, the Quarrymen, were playing at a church festival and had set up on the back of a flatbed truck. Paul was brought by a friend, and played a bit of guitar for John that day. John was impressed.At the time “Two of Us” was recorded, the two friends had known each other for 11 years, 6 months, and 19 days.On December 8, 1980, John Lennon was shot and killed on the sidewalk outside his apartment house in New York City, The Dakota.11 years, 10 months, and 15 days after Paul wrote “Two of Us.”The road ahead was longer than the memories by less than 4 months.

Art manifests in so many ways…My mother! This answer is a tribute to her art…she passed away a year ago and I carried back some slices of memory hidden in art I wouldn't let her give away.She knitted…That sweater had all my Baroda classmates drooling…cool for something created like over three decades ago, right?These bags! My friends in school remember more stories about my bags than about me!My frock from when I was six! My daughter wants that embroidery in a dress some day, otherwise, I'm going to have to save that one for her daughter!This hand-embroidered saree when she learnt 'Sindhi stitch’ and decided to embroider during my brother's boards to keep him company and pry his eyelids open should he sleep on his books which I wear sometimes when I miss her so…Another saree with the butterflies she had made in my super-duper hit white frock which I never forgave her for giving away to a cousin who ruined it in one wear. Some people don't value value :/I am planning to convert this into a lehanga for my daughter…The numerous sofa covers cut and stitched by her 'Because these tailors never get the corners right and waste so much cloth', curtains in every home we have lived in and curtains for every home in Salem belonging to family.My aunt's hospital gowns - because the tailor doesn't even know that female garments and men's garments have different cuts.My daughter's lehangas! Because 'Paati, you make the coolest and mostest ghera (flare) wale lehangas.This is an ode to the boundless talent and intelligence of my mother who had magic in her fingers. Be it creating something new, be it cooking a traditional meal, be it solving a Crossword!Perfect and on time!