Never too late

I must have been just 16 years old when I first heard Bob Dylan singing, "How many roads must a man walk down, before you can call him a man..." (Blowing in the Wind)...

All of 20 years later, in 1983 I had walked down many roads and was about to start a new life at a little village called Bilekahalli outside Bangalore city. Our campus was new and built of regular blocks of grey granite. In the late summer light it looked like a prison facility although I knew that I was about to begin a new life once I left these grey walls.

I had a SONY Walkman and one of the tapes I had was Gordon Lightfoot selection... "Gord's Gold" it was... One of the haunting songs was "Carefree Highway"...

Pickin up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream
I wonder how the old folks are tonight
Her name was ann and Ill be damned if I recall her face
She left me not knowin what to do
Carefree highway, let me slip away on you
Carefree highway, you seen better days
The mornin after blues from my head down to my shoes
Carefree highway, let me slip away
Slip away on you

Apparently Gordon Lightfoot got the idea from a sign he saw just north of Phoenix, Arizona. The Carefree Highway intersects I-17, and leads to Carefree, Arizona, a small community north of Phoenix. (thanks to GOOGLE)...

Today I am still on that endless highway, and not worried if I am getting anywhere...

I am writing this from Dehradun in Uttarakhand State, North India. My nephew Roshan has been suggesting for quite some time that I start blogging... So here we are... this is the very first post on this site...