Healing backup

I have a very manual photo backup process. It involves:

  • Carefully going through different devices and merging their photo streams into a folder,
  • Running some scripts to organise these neatly by year/month/date, and
  • rsyncing this to different places.

The trouble with a system like this is that if you go through something traumatic, it’s really hard to sift through the memories of the period and complete the backup. So I sort of just stopped doing it in late 2019 — when I was told my marriage was ending. For over three years now, I’ve been operating mostly backup free. Memories of the kids, little moments around my life, … all just a busted phone away from being lost.

I decided to change that today. I blared a lot of music from my youth, made a whole pot of tea and spent the evening powering through the system. I now have a complete (redundant) backup of all my photos until today.

This is a relief.

But more than that, it feels like an expression of healing, as I didn’t feel anything negative. Just happy nostalgia for when the kids were younger.

Hugo and Oscar when they were younger (2019).

A new start

As part of writing more, I’ve decided to begin more of my journalling on paper this year. So I went to my stationery cabinet and pulled out the prettiest notebook I could find.

The front cover of a notebook showing a woman and two pretty horses.

Let’s see how it plays out.

Memories from England

I did not take very many pictures in England when I was there earlier in the year because I wasn’t in the frame of mind to do so. What I did instead was to take a few portraits of people that mattered to me during my stay. Here are three such portraits; released now because I felt the journal could do with a splash of colour.

Woman in England

Woman in England

Woman in England

Two more kiddies!

I took one of my regular trips to the local SOS Children’s Village a couple of days ago. When I first started receiving my student stipend years ago, I began supporting two children there: a 9-month old baby girl, Maria Merlin and a few year old boy called Venugopal. Today, six years later, they’re both growing up to be cute, playful children.

Merlin and her mom

While sitting at the SOS offices to pay my yearly donation, it occurred to me that I really should be doing more, since I have come a long way (financially) since those early student days. So that’s exactly what I did! Starting from this year, I am proud to announce that I support two more children. Introducing Nagarajan (foreground) and Veeravimin:

Nagarajan and Veeravimin

Now, doesn’t this bit of news make you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside too?

Gallivanting across Scandinavia

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Ivan and Romana’s classroom

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Swimming and singing in Smogen!

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Moments around my cousin’s wedding

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Molly turns three oh!

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Leaving Tim’s

I shot a small series while hanging out with some friends late last evening. With its old school colours and comfortable ambience, I kinda like how it turned out.

Molly and Tim

Anti-routine

I have no better words to explain things than to say, “I’ve fallen into a sort of anti-routine.” Much of how my life goes on now seems to be entirely contrary to how things were when I was in grad school. For starters, I’m spending a lot more time outdoors—socialising, hiking, playing, shooting pictures.

A group of happy campers

Crazier still, much of my time at work also seems to be spent socialising and laying down plans for further fun after work and on the weekends! The only times I’ve seemed to have gotten any real work done are the few days I’ve forcibly isolated myself at home. And this has been necessary from time to time, for the world has gone entirely topsy-turvy: Work stuff isn’t trivial any more. Much of what I’m looking at right now I haven’t delved into before, requiring quite a bit of catching up.

Either way, what I guess I started off trying to say is that I’ve fallen into a routine here. And even if it the specifics of this routine starkly contrast how things were before, constancy is not the best inspiration for me to write—explaining the recent silence.

Lonely girl by a lake

May be I should just get irked enough about the ghetto neighbourhood I’m temporarily domiciled in, so I can entertain you better. Or at least, try to with greater frequency.

If you didn’t want it…

you wouldn’t dress like that.

I’ve been wanting to pen this for a while now, but I’ve been too busy… having fun!

I arrived here expecting things to be cold. And by that, I don’t mean the temperature outside (that I can handle, given my training over these past years)—I expected the people to be very cold. I thought I was going to be isolated and end up lonely and miserable. Truth be told, I almost wanted things to be that way, so that it would hasten my move to England.

But alas, it wasn’t to be.

I really like this place and it’s people. Everybody is warm and helpful, and they make it a point to drag you into whatever shenanigans they’re aiming to pull. Consequently, I too have begun leaving work early, and most of my evenings and all of my weekends have been packed with fun activities. In fact, I probably didn’t go to sleep at all last weekend, choosing instead to attend one party late Saturday, which sort of lasted until late Sunday… around which time the next one began!

There are definitely some perks to the sun not setting.

Well-oiled colleagues

(Not getting yelled at by the cops for disorderly conduct at 4 a.m. is not one of them.)

I need to get going now. I’m joining a group of people for the awesome does of fun that is frisbee golf; an ingenious sport that replaces the dullness of golf with the hilarity of athletically-challenged science dorks trying to throw things over long distances!

Stepping up

Stepping up

Catherine

Catherine