It has been 132 days since my official retirement. Contacts with former colleagues have been infrequent and sporadic. Some lunches, a house party and, unfortunately, at the wakes of the dads of AGL and PT. I am therefore starting this blog as a "meeting point" for ex-colleagues to share their memories and not to wait till we meet at such unhappy occasions.
Initials are used for the purpose of referring to specific persons; if you are unable to identify the person behind the initials, then you probably should not be reading this. I will concede, however, that there may be initials which will stump some of you. For example, "S3". Not "Ass3" mind you, but "S3". You may, however, use the former but only at your own peril. It may cost you an arm and a leg. Literally! I will attempt to provide clarifications for the use of such initials if so required.
If any of you are unhappy with the contents of this blog, you are free to request a meeting over lunch - the cost of which will be born entirely by you. No Dutch affair otherwise I will send you to Holland. If you think that you may resort to the use of violence in your effort to resolve any issue (I can, as of now, think of only one person), please let me know in advance. No, I will not bring reinforcement. I am no coward. I will just have to bring the right weapons.
Last week I received a call from LT (aka "S3") asking after me and expressing joy in hearing my very "clear and strong voice" which was a good indication that my health situation is much improved.
I am very much into jogging.....and preparing to take part in the next SCB Marathon! No la, not the full marathon but 10 km only! I don't want to die yet. I am also making good use of the two excellent badminton rackets given to me as farewell gifts and LL can vouch for my continued prowess on the court. I am hitting my targets with greater accuracy than before although I hasten to add that it is certainly not entirely attributable to the use of my new rackets. Rather, it is due to my new tactics on the court. Whenever I have an opportunity to return with a smash, I just have to imagine that the person on the other side of the net is my nemesis. And because that nemesis is larger than life, again literally, the target will be hard to miss. Tell me, how do you miss a mountain? So, my game has improved. Thank you, nemesis, friend, LT aka S3! I am taking a risk here in referring to her as S3 - the last person to call her that is no longer in the company's employment. And since I am already in that very situation, what have I got to lose? An arm and a leg?
Talking of legs, once at a regional meeting, one of the participants from another country who was not aware of my medical condition, commented on the way I was walking. "KK, can I ask if there is anything wrong with you? You are walking as if one leg is shorter than the other." LT was within earshot and immediately replied, loudly, for the benefit of all and sundry "NO LA! WHAT ONE LEG SHORTER THAN THE OTHER! BOTH LEGS ARE ALSO VERY SHORT!"
And that, my friends, conclude my first posting. Just wanted to give you an example of how this so called friend, LT aka S3, is also my so called nemesis. Sigh!
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