PART 10+1: POSTSCRIPT, DISCLAIMERS, APOLOGIES, AND OTHER FINEPRINT
WHY DID I WRITE THESE BLOGS? "You are going to get sick couching in that sofa, watching all those sad videos of SPB, and crying like a baby. Find another past time," my wife had scolded me several weeks ago. You can't say that my spontaneous outpouring of grief was the reaction of a puerile mind uninitiated to agony. I have been fairly conditioned by my share of tragedies. But Balu's passing away , that too on my birthday, made me feel as if a part of me was gone, like it happened when my father or my sister passed away. It was a deeply personal loss. There were so many memories associated with him, right from childhood to adolescence to adulthood. I was filled with this baffling guilt because I felt that I had somehow drifted away from being the ardent Balu fan that I used to be. There was a permanence about his presence which was reassuring. But maybe due to that, I had perhaps taken him for granted. I had skipped his recent New Jersey Tamil concert during the '