I wish my country the best.

When I hear our National Anthem, even today my hair stands on end.

I hold my head up high and think what a beautiful country we have.
And its people - some of the bravest, brightest and the most honorable.

A new government was sworn in today
Don’t know what will happen.
There is so much to be done.
And so much to be not done.
All I want is a better deal for our poor and the oppressed, humans and animals.
It is unnerving to say this, but even today it includes the women.

All I can do is wish our country the very best.

Now is the moment to ...

Arise, awake and stop not till the goal is reached.
- Swami Vivekananda

Freddy's song

For the young ones who may not know of 'Freddy's song' from My Fair Lady, here are the lyrics. I have edited out a few lines, which I didn't consider relevant.
If anyone wishes to read the rest of the lyrics just google the film's name ... you may end up watching it too. Yes, it is that good.

"I have often walked down this street before;
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am I several stories high.
Knowing I'm on the street where you live.
Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour Out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live!

People stop and stare. They don't bother me.
For there's no where else on earth that I would rather be.
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live."

Dear one, I apologise for my stupidity, but I didn't understand a word.

I was checking the comments that have been made on my earlier posts. 

Disease vs Conditions have elicited an intensely negative return. 

I came across a very disgruntled, almost abusive post of the 'you are an ass' kind.

True to my usual flippant self I'd referred to myself as a 'professional patient'. This person took off on that, and gave some very learned and derisive inputs and dismissed me in one extremely long sentence.

Dear One, I am greatly appreciative of your knowledge, but I understood nothing. I am that shallow.

To me, the word professional describes, and the thesaurus agrees, someone who is skillful at whatever he does. Efficient, competent, qualified, are some of the synonyms that the thesaurus puts forth. As a patient I am all that. The word ‘licensed’ applies too. It applies to me when it comes to the possibility of a trip only a mentally ill person can take.
As a patient I qualify for all of that.

So whatever opinion anyone may have about my being a professional patient, I will persist in my opinion that I am.

As far as the bipolar goes, I know when I need professional medical attention. This is not easy when the faculty need to realise that is compromised.

I am drug compliant. The lack this discipline, any honest doctor will tell you, is the most hand-wringing kind of frustration in their professional lives. For the quite-not-so honest, they see a happy increase in their cash flow.   

There is no virtue in this compliancy ‘though. I am mindful of the repercussions that going AWOL will definitely suck me into and I am terrified of that.
So I walk to my psychiatrist's clinic, make comments that are totally inappropriate, and immediately realise that they are what only a hypomanic can make.

When I am hypomanic, I rave and rant and put off people with unnatural intensity. Often the bridge of a treasured relationship is badly burnt, never to be mended again.
I have nightmares about those spent friendships, but then think that maybe that is the price to pay for an imagined equation that never was mature enough. I still regret the loss because in my mind I still wish that the friendship had braved the ups and downs of the tide – but I know that for people who have never experienced the onslaught of bipolar, only a miracle will mend them.
Then there is the flipside … when even the words of Freddie’s song in My Fair Lady make me sob. Forget about saying them out aloud, even writing the words cause a major tsunami.
Yet through the tears I laugh. The doctor does too. And I walk out with the knowledge that I have enough strength to have a sense of humour, at least for sometime, to make light of the situation and give it a good fight.

FYI the number of hits that blog scored is touching five figures and continues to grow.

Where is that someone?

Cynics see in me an upper-middle class do-gooder.
I can not disagree on the first.
I am upper-middle class.
As for the second, well I like to be there for whoever I think needs the kind of support I can offer.
If that is the definition of a do-gooder then I absolutely fit the bill.
There is that one condition when it comes to humans.
They have to approach me.
Unwanted support, however much needed can become an inconvenient load.
Particularly when it comes with the manic tenacity I bring with it.
Often they are done, they have given up and want to get on with their lives, but I can not let go.
I still continue to persist in my efforts for the 'right' closure.
The 'system' also wants to move forward. It is inconvenient to answer questions, to take on people in the same system that one belongs to.
I understand that. But still expect foolishly that someone will do it.
Someone with dedication, belief and faith.
Someone with self-respect.
Some ideals would also be welcome.
That kind of someone mostly is difficult to find.
But I keep hoping against hope that I will find that someone.

Love of my life

When the noise gets too much,

When the chaos is makin' me nuts,

I head for the hills I know and love,

Back there is where I go

Off the highway on a back road,

'round the bend and over a hill,

Cross the old stone bridge,

And take it till the end.

Then I kick off my shoes,

Then it is just my porch and me,

And a really great view.

Dance for the future

No matter what, nobody can take away the dance you’ve already had.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez

And so I try to always dance for when future becomes the past.