Faith

Its fun to blog while globetrotting. I make an exception for today for me. I am blogging from the Singapore airport. Free internet. What an awesome airport.. Whats up with our aiports in USA? No free lunch ever? Anyway, its not my idea to crib today.

Ever since I started my work on the album, I knew there was some other force at play. Something beyond my control or scope. No matter how you define it, I call it God.

Here is something that happened on Monday. Everything is under control. I am backing up my files and stuff, packing my gear. DIvya is out there running last minute errands. At 1:30, I start setting aside the passports, greencards and tickets. And to my disbelief, my son's Indian visa had expired 4 months ago. How do you explain the wave of panic that hit me? When I called Divya and told her she had her share of the panic. Phone calls happened but our only option was to make a dashto the consulate in San Francisco and attempt to win their sympathy so that they'll bend the rules and help us. It was too late. Embassy will not do such things normally. We'll be there only by 3pm. 3 hours late for the application.

30 minutes from the consulate, I asked Divya to call Ajit, a good friend of ours. Why I chose to make that call I have no clue. However, it turns out that Ajit had a good friend of his who worked there. TO make the long story short, that person went the extra mile and stamped the visa for us. We were back at home, late but relieved.

The next task was to complete what I started in the morning. Getting all my music files ready. If not for those, there is no point taking the trip. Everything was resolved. We made it.

But why did I decide to look at the passport when DIvya had confirmed, everything was current? That too at 1:30! One hour later, it would have been too late.

Of all the people I knew, why did I decide to call Ajit?

My answer lies in that second paragraph. I have stpped asking that question. Inside, I know that everythig is going to be fine. I just know it.