June 7, 2026 • 35 mins
Skyline Drive season 2 starts June 9! Subscribe on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.
While Mangesh (aka Mango) is busy working on season 2 of his other show, Skyline Drive, we’re revisiting season 1 right here, and we’ve reached the finale! Mangesh makes some trips to an old family home, a seaside town in South Goa, and visits with a Tantric astrologer (it's not what you think!), as he tries to get closure.
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Speaker 1 (00:10):
Warning.
Speaker 2 (00:10):
The following episode includes tantric astrology, Station Wagons a Go,
and folk Song, The PBS Kids Show Arthur, the Scattering
of Ashes, backscratches, and coming to term with the father's passing.
Sensitive listeners, please take care.
Speaker 1 (00:31):
This is Peter Kaplan, the Letter Day editor at the
New York Observer.
Speaker 3 (00:35):
Editors were like movie directors, and they work with the writers.
Speaker 1 (00:39):
He had this old piece of advice that I think
about a lot. When one of his writers was struggling
with writer's block. He'd say, take out all your material
and write a beginning, and then another and another, and
keep going, and pretty soon you'll have this page full
of beginnings. Even if that doesn't lead you where you
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want to go, you can step back and admire it
and think, isn't that a beautiful thing? I've always loved
that image. A bouquet full of beginnings promises paths to explore,
and I wonder does it work the same for endings
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from Kaleidoscope and I Heeart podcast. I'm Mongish particular. This
skyline drive in chapter one car Rides. This is me
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on my last full day in India. I've been to
the car since four am, and I couldn't sleep the
night before from sheer excitement. In Chinnai. Mark said, I
wouldn't find the resolution I needed in astrology. I wasn't
going to soothe my heartache with a reading or find
direction and prophecies. The thing is I was still clinging
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desperately to this idea of making a joyous astrology show
and ignoring my emotions. He said I needed something else.
He said, you need to go to that home. And
I knew what he meant. Somewhere along our trip I
had told him about Gin House, an old family home
tucked away and hobly a town in the southern state
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of Karnatica. As a kid, I spent so many summers there,
playing badminton on the lawn, reading on the veranda, dipping
my toes in the well out back, and just soaking
in all this love and attention that my relatives there
gave me. Until I was in my teens, I thought
Jin House got the name because of all the warmth
and entertaining and celebrating that took place there. But the
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Gin actually referred to the cotton gins and working mills
in the back. But this house and the grounds wasn't
just a wondrous place for me to spend my summer
days running around and exploring. The house was a life
raft for both my grandfather and my father when each
of them was at sea. When my grandfather lost his
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businesses in his old age, this is where he picked
himself up and focused on his writing. When my father
had failed out of college just fifteen, this is where
his aunt pleaded for him to be sent to be
given one more chance. So he came, and he flourished,
and it was just as magical and transformative for him.
It's where he stood third in all university exam and
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learned woodworking and swam and the giant water tank out back,
and embraced his cousins like siblings. And it's where, through
the love of his aunt, he finally learned firsthand what
it was like to have a mother. For months now,
I felt incomplete in the absence of my father. I
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don't really have a sense of who I'm supposed to be.
I've kept moving, trying to tell myself I was okay
putting my energy into this startup for this show. I
hadn't actually cried, And as my wife Lizzie has told me,
I've been distant.
Speaker 4 (04:54):
Now that I haven't like.
Speaker 5 (04:56):
Going to complain about me the.
Speaker 6 (04:57):
Way you want to play, I'm happy to play about
you on wake ORL Right.
Speaker 5 (05:03):
So I have mentioned over and over in the show
that I'm not entirely present, and I know I definitely
feel that, But can you talk a little bit about
your perspective on that.
Speaker 6 (05:14):
I mean, I've said to you that I think that
this show and working on this has been a wonderful gift,
because if you aren't given something like that, then you
are one who puts things away. It's not good for
a person. It's not good for you, it's not good
for any person. So I'm glad that you're not doing that.
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But also you basically have like a job on a
job at a time when the kids are also reading.
It's been a hard time to have you be kind
of constantly either literally not there or there, but you know,
half there, You're like half in and half out.
Speaker 4 (05:53):
I keep thinking about that Dmitry Martin quote where he
said that I guess he lost both his parents a
pretty quick succession, or lost one of his parents and yeah,
a mom in college or something, and he wrote a
line that was losing a parent is the first hardest thing.
Speaker 6 (06:12):
Yeah, your dad is who you are and how you
imagine your future, which I think has been a lot
of this experience views like okay, well kind of person
am I going to be? And what's my life tra directory?
I think that like grief is gigantic. It's like swimming
in an ocean and like finding shallow parts where you
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can kind of stand for a bit and then you
know the mariana try and you.
Speaker 1 (06:37):
Won't be for very long.
Speaker 6 (06:39):
But it's just like you keep swimming and hopefully over
time you find warmer and shallower waters. But is using
the same metaphoricous You've become a stronger swimmer through this,
and we can't be a part of that, you know.
So yeah, maybe you've been less present, but maybe that's
just natural, you know. Maybe the best thing we could
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do is kind of try to take care of ourselves
for the meantime and be there when you come back.
Speaker 1 (07:08):
And it's not that I think visiting gin House will
solve that feeling for me exactly, but I wonder if
it could put me on firmer footing, that is, if
we ever make it there. This drive feels endless, which
was always my dad's favorite kind. We racked up over
three hundred and fifty thousand miles in our Volvo station Wagon,
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the one my family got when I was four, driving
across Nova, Scotia and West Virginia the Outer Banks. Or
that one time we drove to Quebec City because our dog, Shap,
who was ill with a thyroid disease, needed to drink
holy water from Saint Anne de beaucret A cathedral there.
We'd adopted our dog from a Catholic family, and somehow
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my mom got the idea that we need to respect
my dog's religious background, so we did anyway. We spent
those hours a mile singing and arguing, playing word games.
We pulled over to sample peaches and found streams to
cool our heels in, and we asked for directions, lots
of directions. And after hours of driving, when the sky
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turned dark and our stomachs were full, the car got quiet.
My mom and sister would fall asleep, my dad kept
pushing ahead, and me I'd stare out the window. We
moved across highways and country roads, often until one or
two in the morning. Sometimes I tried to find the
rhythm of the tower lights, guessing when the next beam
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would shine down on the car. Often I'd look higher,
wishing on the first star I spotted, or tracing my
fingers across constellations both reel and imagine. And eventually I'd
given to sleep, knowing that in this car, under this
magnificent sky, I could close my eyes feeling safe. I've
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loved always moving forward, and now as I stare out
the window at rural Canatica, I finally finally let tears
stream down my face and I let go of everything
I've been holding. In chapter two, White Magic, this is
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doctor Vijay Satan. I am a tantric astrologer from the
age of five.
Speaker 3 (09:46):
That's the only thing I know about life is to
how to heal people.
Speaker 1 (09:51):
For all of the astrologers we'd met or hunted for
in Chini, there were so many disappointments except for this one.
Around town. Doctor j has a reputation as a quote
five star astrologer, and he agreed to meet with us
after his TV appearance that morning. To tell you the truth,
I did not have high hopes the words five star
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TV astrologer, I mean I pictured an astro televangelist, and
as we waited in his sitting room, sweating from the
Chennai heat. All I was thinking about was how many
days we'd wasted and what were we really going to
learn here? But when he welcomed us into his humble
office with just enough space for desk and some chairs,
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it just felt different.
Speaker 3 (10:35):
I'm not a normal person to live a normal life.
Speaker 1 (10:38):
He's right, Very little about doctor Vij's story is normal.
Before him, his parents had six daughters.
Speaker 3 (10:47):
My great grandfather told my mother and my father, stating
that youre seven, baby will be a son, and by
what sing khali, markkhali, the genes will be changed from
a feed in Goolo May.
Speaker 1 (11:01):
Through prayers and offerings, they supposedly changed the sex of
their child, but that meant he'd also have to carry
the burden of sustaining the family business. Vijay practices tantric astrology.
In astrology he refers to as white magic, it's about
using esoteric knowledge to reduce people's pain and relieve them
of their negative karmic pressures. It can mean reversing curses,
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preventing infidelities, fighting witchcraft, and as he tells me, there
are fewer than one hundred people in all of India,
maybe even half of that who practice it. His father
and grandfather did this work too, and every day he'd
watch as they absorb people's pain.
Speaker 3 (11:41):
So I see people often coming to my great grandfather
and my father.
Speaker 7 (11:46):
They used to.
Speaker 3 (11:46):
Cry, they used to clean.
Speaker 1 (11:49):
Vijai did this for eighteen years and then he left.
He couldn't take the emotional toll. He hated that people
would come to him and ask him to use Tantrick
astrology for these evil reasons, to lure across against their will,
or to put a curse on someone, things that went
against the ethics that his grandfather and father practiced. So
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he fled. He went to the UK. He got a
good job in fashion and marketing and merchandising. But however
far he ran, he just couldn't get away.
Speaker 8 (12:20):
My great grandfather, he called me, you might be in
London these days, but I'll be buying by September nine,
two thousand and nine, and you're supposed to be here
to take care of your father, and you cannot.
Speaker 3 (12:32):
Take your grandma.
Speaker 1 (12:34):
For him, it was an act of devotion, seeding his
own dreams for his family, because his love for his
father and his grandfather was that strong. But before he
could accept the mantle his father had one final test
for him.
Speaker 3 (12:49):
You know, I wish to explain about an incident my
great dad, who taught me how to live and how
to be ethically right, to have the good rap over people.
Speaker 1 (13:00):
The only question.
Speaker 6 (13:01):
He asked me.
Speaker 1 (13:02):
Then I learned that I shudder when I hear this.
His dad wanted Vijay to predict his time of death.
It feels cruel, masochistic. I mean, there are things you
just don't want to know. And the idea of being
forced to tell your parents when they're going to die,
let alone being forced to be accurate about it, I
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can't fathom it. But Vijay's dad was asking him to
put his craft over his emotion, to tell his brain
to eclipse his heart.
Speaker 2 (13:33):
And I was shouted.
Speaker 3 (13:34):
I was just looking at him like that, and he
told me, now, I'm a ya guru, I'm your mentor.
I'm asking you you see again.
Speaker 1 (13:44):
Vijay, who'd already question whether this was the right line
of work for his life, for his happiness, had to
summon all his courage and look his father in the
eye and tell him that you'll have.
Speaker 3 (13:57):
A kadi cust Between March twenty twenty one till twenty
four stop on.
Speaker 1 (14:05):
It was one of the hardest moments in Vijay's life,
but for his dad, it was everything he wanted for
his son.
Speaker 3 (14:13):
Then, my dad told me you'll be a you know,
worthful person and you'll do real great ex But unfortunately
I lost my great dad, who is my guru and
my mentor on eight of March twenty twenty one on
my lap.
Speaker 1 (14:28):
I'm sure there are moments as an astrologer where you
just don't want to be right and my heart breaks
for him, but in some strange way, I also envy him.
Vijay knew the exact moment his father would die. He
didn't have to watch his father writhing in pain, wondering
how long it would go on, or make a decision
about when to give him the morphine to let him go.
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So I asked him about the power of his craft,
these remedies he uses to help other people, and if
he could have healed his father possib we postponed that death.
Speaker 3 (15:01):
If that does return in their chart, no worship or
no uh you know, liberties can't save her life.
Speaker 1 (15:11):
His glassy eyes betray the emotional distance and astrologer is
supposed to keep But as he talks, it occurs to
me that I too, am the bearer of a lineage,
the first son of a first son who was also
desperately prayed for. And what were the responsibilities I ignored
and the duties I turned my back on that led
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me to this room here? Chapter three, backscratch. This is
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the main road to Jin, how but you'll never spot
it unless you know where you're going. In fact, it's
been so many years now that suraysh the wonderful driver
I've hired, and I have to pull over to ask
for directions to landmarks nearby. Finally we find this little
gate with a watchman sitting, and then the long dirt
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drive into pure greenery. To me, Jin House has always
felt like this secret garden, and it doesn't take long
for the chaos of the business district to disappear behind you.
The house probably isn't what you're expecting. It's a mid
century home, minimalist elegance in red and white, with a
welcoming veranda and beautifully kept lawns and gardens. On one hand,
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the place is simple. It's just three bedrooms and a kitchen,
with the center hall that works us both living and
dining room, but it's set in this oasis. The veranda
looks out onto this beautiful lawn, perfect fatias and receptions
and badman. The roof doubles his dance floor or a
launch pad for paper airplanes. Over the next few hours,
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I'll wander the grounds. The housekeeper, who's been instructed to
make me lunch all of my favorites, will overfeed me
the same way my grandaunt would have insisted. I'll lays
on a couch and thumb through books because there are
so many books here in every room, and I'll sit
on the veranda, just staring and thinking. Decades ago, i'd
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sit on this veranda in the early evenings with my
grandfather when he'd break from his writing and pour himself
a small peg of whiskey, and we trade stories as
we watched out into the monsoons. This is where he
told me to always carry a pen with me, to
make sure I could write down my ideas at any moment.
It's something I still do. This is where I learned
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about how much he loved my dad, about how sometimes
he'd squeeze him too hard because he couldn't express his love.
And this is where I first heard the story about
the backscratch. We all still tell it. I tell it,
and this is how it starts. When my dad was
just a kid, just seven or eight, my grandfather came
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in from out of town and sat next to him
on a bed. Shanta, my sister tells it.
Speaker 9 (18:23):
The story goes about budget was traveling for work a
lot and back and forth to goah, so I don't
think he was able to really be there that often.
And so one day he came to visit Dad and
they were sitting on the edge of the bed and
just talking.
Speaker 1 (18:39):
Ruby, my kid, tells it.
Speaker 7 (18:41):
So when Aju was about seven or eight, he was
lying in bed and his dad just came in from
that town and he came and he saw it is
in his bed, and Baa said, Dad, you know.
Speaker 1 (18:58):
And I'm trying to be the best father.
Speaker 7 (19:00):
And it's hard going up with down mom, But.
Speaker 1 (19:02):
Is there anything I can do for you? Is there
anything that's missing?
Speaker 7 (19:06):
Thought? And he thought, and then he finally said, you know, I've.
Speaker 9 (19:11):
Just fend When his back itches, his mom comes and
scratches it for him.
Speaker 1 (19:16):
And cheered off and he starts scratching my dad's back
for longer than the little Tyke needed.
Speaker 9 (19:22):
Oh but Joe was so heartbroken to hear that.
Speaker 7 (19:25):
And they're just thinking, my son's growing up without a mother.
Speaker 9 (19:30):
This is such a simple thing, this this last thing
I can do. Flee and just sat and scratched his back.
Speaker 1 (19:44):
Chapter four Ashes see it. It's February sixteen, twenty twenty three.
We're on a boat on the Indian Ocean, not far
from Covid Beach in southa Gooa. Beautiful. It's where my
dad used to spend his weekends as a kid. Night.
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It's my mom, my wife, the kids, and my aunt
someone all here together, and my dad. Of course, we've
got his ashes in a glorified shoe box that's printed
to look like a clip art version of Heaven. I
guess the waves are mild this morning, and the water
is so blue. We spot pods of dolphins frolicking in
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the waters and racing alongside us. Dolphins, Way dolphins, sep
do you see him? There's this flock of seabirds flying
in front. They stayed just ahead of us, like they're
pulling us away from the sunkissed coast threaded with coconut
trees and into something even more serene. We don't talk.
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I look at my mom and aunt tearing up. My
son Henry is crying and he's in Lizzie's arms. Meanwhile,
Ruby thinks this is a joy ride, arms up in
the air. AJU wouldn't want us to be sad, as
they put it, and Ruby's right in a way. After
a few minutes of more intentional silence, where we sit
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rock gently by the waves and our feelings, my mom
and I climbed to the very back of the boat.
She asked me to sing a chant. When she can't
muster one. My dad loved Jay said good Nick, and
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we lean over the railing to say goodbye one final time.
I still don't believe in astrology, but doctor v Jay,
the tantric astrologer I visited, and I had told me
I would carry my grief for seven more months. It
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would be seven more months before I'd finally be myself again.
Speaker 2 (22:00):
We'll come hold of this.
Speaker 3 (22:02):
And you will long be laying what you are now.
Speaker 1 (22:08):
That was August. It's the end of February. Now by
the time I'm back in the States, seven months will
have passed. Chapter five. The first hardest thing this is
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April twenty twenty two, doctor Kamar's prediction about my father
falling ill had come true, and I'd raced down to
Atlanta a few times to be with him. But now
I'm saying bye to my dad as I head back
to New York. This is him and his lazy boy,
with a bowl of pistachios on his stomach and a
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mystery paperback by his side, both smiling. Because the doctor
has a plan. The chemo should give him three months,
there's a chance he'll have much longer. This is me
getting a call that very same night, soon after my
plane hit the tarmac at LaGuardia, that my father had
to be rushed to the emergency room. This is him,
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days later, still in the hospital, telling my sister that
I can't make me and I can't make This is
him holding my mom's hand, telling her over and over
how beautiful she is, telling her she's always been his
own way.
Speaker 2 (23:44):
So cute.
Speaker 1 (23:46):
This is me walking into the hospital to relieve my mom.
It's my turn to spend the night with him, but
my mom tells me that the fight is over, that
my only mission is to bring him home so he
can pass amongst his loved ones. This is me signing
the Forum for hospice, knowing that when the morphine kicks in,
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it'll knock him out. These will be my last moments
with him conscious. Do you know who's waiting at home
for you? You don't know? Do you want to see Barkley?
This is me shaving him one last time. I'm just
going to shave a little bit on your face. They're
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barber style. I use a warm washcloth to soften the supple.
I gently lather his face. I take my time with
each stroke. This is me putting my cologne on him.
Speaker 5 (24:45):
Do you remember that you used to put after shave
on me?
Speaker 6 (24:50):
Yeah?
Speaker 1 (24:51):
He used to laugh and joke and tell stories as
I watched him shave as a kid. And then he'd
spray a scent into the heel of his palms and
rub them into my cheek and tiny circles, warning me
of how it might sting. This is me playing in messages,
an old going song from his sister and nephew, a
message from my aunt.
Speaker 5 (25:11):
Someone I love you so.
Speaker 1 (25:15):
Much, so much, some whispers of things I needed him
to know, and hoping he hears you. You know we
love you so much?
Speaker 5 (25:25):
Shit, Yeah, you know you're.
Speaker 1 (25:29):
A wonderful, bad This is me in the back of
an Atlanta ambulance taking him home. This is me staring
out into traffic, collecting out the back window, caressing his hair,
pushing it across his forehead, gripping his hand repeatedly, desperately
trying to communicate my love with each squeeze, not knowing
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what's getting through. This is me tracing my fingertips gently
down his papery skin, kissing his forehead, scratching his back
gently for way too long because I still can epilogue.
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This is my friend aj of all types of interesting.
Though Way back at the beginning of the show, he.
Speaker 4 (26:47):
Told me curiosity and gratitude are my two favorite virtues,
and I agree.
Speaker 1 (26:53):
I think both lead to a richer life. There was
always so much to be curious about, so much to
be grateful for. But as I try finally to end
this show, I keep thinking about another drive. In twenty seventeen,
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we just moved to Atlanta so I could take a
job in podcasting. That Thanksgiving, we headed up I ninety
five to my cousin Shanta's, to be with my parents
and sister and cousins and dogs. Everyone was just so happy,
cooking together, making gingerbread houses, drinking cider, wandering through a
farm that saw down the perfect Christmas tree. And then
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when the weekend was over and it was finally time
to say goodbye and the anxiety of a new work
week had started to settle in, Lizzie turned to me
and she said, why don't we skip I ninety five?
Why don't we take the long way home? That afternoon
we drove across Skyline Drive, the famous Skyland Drive, the
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one that stitches a path along the edge of the
Blue Ridge Mountains as you drive through the Shenandoah National Park.
At the time, our kids were seven and four, and
back then when they used to ask how long till
we get there? Lizzie and I would relay the time
in episodes of the PBS show Arthur, like it's five
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Arthurs till we're home, which meant two and a half hours.
But somehow, on this one hundred mile parkway, we didn't
have to answer that question once. We just marveled at
all the red and yellow painted across the tree tops,
and the fog that rolled in and out across the
blue and purple mountaintops, and the way the light played
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favorites with parts of the valley below and somewhere along
the way, as the kids started to nod off and
Lizzie squeeze my hand, and as we watched the sunset,
I realized who I became in that moment, in the
driver's seat, steering an endless road, and I know who
I can be. I don't have to waste time endlessly
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obsessing about the future. I can choose moments like this,
the ones that make my heart leap. I can choose
the long way home over and over and never regret it.
And I can fill the time I have left because
I understand how precious that time is with a series
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of skyline drives. I am, it's all tree weep like
a whirlone. Myuscars are hiding my branches. Don't shoe you sigh. Am,
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it's all a street roots like a new ball. Your
wind is blowning and over I go. But now I
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see a storm cloud.
Speaker 2 (30:32):
Up in the.
Speaker 6 (30:32):
Disk and.
Speaker 1 (30:35):
A terrible old man.
Speaker 6 (30:39):
A beautiful show.
Speaker 8 (30:42):
So take me.
Speaker 10 (30:43):
Down, easy, Take me down easy, Let me land softly.
Speaker 1 (30:54):
Back in your arm. Oh man, I cannot thank you
enough for listening to the show. Like all podcasts, our
show growth through word of mouth, So If you liked
Skyline Drive, tell a friend, post about it on social media,
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or write us a little review. We read them all
because we are obsessives and a few of us are geminised,
and also we just like the feedback. Also, there's been
too much crying, so Anna give us a dope beat.
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Skyline Drive is a production of Kaleidoscope and iHeart Podcast.
If you like the show, you should know my incredible
team carried me across the finish line. So thank you
so much to Marry Philip Sandy, our supervising producer, Mitra Bunshahi,
our producer, Mark Lotto, my story editor, and Anna Rubinovo,
who produced and elevated the sound of all of these
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shows along with through Chivarrau and soundboard. I am truly
indebted to all of you. Everyone keeps asking me about
the theme song bought me aka Spencer Stevenson wrote the
gorgeous score for this season. Also, I'm so grateful to
the musicians whose music lifted me in my very lowest
moments before I started writing with including himn Shu Suri
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who read the episode Warning Moe and Azadi Records, Peter
Matthew Bauer Raginder, Alaf Mohman, Vinnie De Sai, Lush Life
Motor Sales, and James Henry Junior, who's stunning stunning song
closed out this episode. Also my aunt Indu Gersape and
my cousin Anna Gerzape for singing that beautiful go In
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folk song. Thank you to Simon and Argin Bukshi, all
the participants Jean Michelle, Annie George and our house astrologers,
Doctor Kumar and Janelle Belgrave. The show is executive produced
for iHeart by Mickey Tour and Katrina Norvell. Thank you
to my partners at Kaleidoscope, especially Ozwaalishan who encouraged me
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to tell this story and gave me the room to
tell it as we co founded this business, but also
Kate Osborne and Costas Linos. Thank you to our investors
and board for backing this crazy project. Thank you to
Vahiney Shory for managing the social media for this show
on top of everything else. Special thanks to Ali, Nathan Connell,
Will and Bob at iHeart. I want to give my
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family some extra love, but especially Lizzie and Henry and
Ruby and also Sara Vanshanta and as always a big,
big Thank you to my Alma and my dad, Lalita
and Omeish who I thank my lucky stars for I'm
Mongish Hitticular. Thank you so so much for listening. Sometimes
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sometimes I care a lot. Usually I don't even.
Speaker 10 (33:57):
Care sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes
sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes.
Speaker 11 (34:17):
I'm passive fits. Sometimes I pass to fit. Sometimes I
stay sober. Sometimes it's past to fit. Sometimes I'm hustling.
Sometimes I'm lacking it. Sometimes I got the ship. Sometimes
I'm lacking it. Getting low, Man, there'd be too much vanity.
How to live life?
Speaker 6 (34:30):
With my life?
Speaker 1 (34:30):
Will the alities listen?
Speaker 5 (34:31):
I would love it, man, this is my reality.
Speaker 10 (34:33):
Always I can use more colaborty, labrity, gagny
Speaker 1 (34:59):
H
Warning.
Speaker 2 (00:10):
The following episode includes tantric astrology, Station Wagons a Go,
and folk Song, The PBS Kids Show Arthur, the Scattering
of Ashes, backscratches, and coming to term with the father's passing.
Sensitive listeners, please take care.
Speaker 1 (00:31):
This is Peter Kaplan, the Letter Day editor at the
New York Observer.
Speaker 3 (00:35):
Editors were like movie directors, and they work with the writers.
Speaker 1 (00:39):
He had this old piece of advice that I think
about a lot. When one of his writers was struggling
with writer's block. He'd say, take out all your material
and write a beginning, and then another and another, and
keep going, and pretty soon you'll have this page full
of beginnings. Even if that doesn't lead you where you
(01:01):
want to go, you can step back and admire it
and think, isn't that a beautiful thing? I've always loved
that image. A bouquet full of beginnings promises paths to explore,
and I wonder does it work the same for endings
(01:27):
from Kaleidoscope and I Heeart podcast. I'm Mongish particular. This
skyline drive in chapter one car Rides. This is me
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on my last full day in India. I've been to
the car since four am, and I couldn't sleep the
night before from sheer excitement. In Chinnai. Mark said, I
wouldn't find the resolution I needed in astrology. I wasn't
going to soothe my heartache with a reading or find
direction and prophecies. The thing is I was still clinging
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desperately to this idea of making a joyous astrology show
and ignoring my emotions. He said I needed something else.
He said, you need to go to that home. And
I knew what he meant. Somewhere along our trip I
had told him about Gin House, an old family home
tucked away and hobly a town in the southern state
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of Karnatica. As a kid, I spent so many summers there,
playing badminton on the lawn, reading on the veranda, dipping
my toes in the well out back, and just soaking
in all this love and attention that my relatives there
gave me. Until I was in my teens, I thought
Jin House got the name because of all the warmth
and entertaining and celebrating that took place there. But the
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Gin actually referred to the cotton gins and working mills
in the back. But this house and the grounds wasn't
just a wondrous place for me to spend my summer
days running around and exploring. The house was a life
raft for both my grandfather and my father when each
of them was at sea. When my grandfather lost his
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businesses in his old age, this is where he picked
himself up and focused on his writing. When my father
had failed out of college just fifteen, this is where
his aunt pleaded for him to be sent to be
given one more chance. So he came, and he flourished,
and it was just as magical and transformative for him.
It's where he stood third in all university exam and
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learned woodworking and swam and the giant water tank out back,
and embraced his cousins like siblings. And it's where, through
the love of his aunt, he finally learned firsthand what
it was like to have a mother. For months now,
I felt incomplete in the absence of my father. I
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don't really have a sense of who I'm supposed to be.
I've kept moving, trying to tell myself I was okay
putting my energy into this startup for this show. I
hadn't actually cried, And as my wife Lizzie has told me,
I've been distant.
Speaker 4 (04:54):
Now that I haven't like.
Speaker 5 (04:56):
Going to complain about me the.
Speaker 6 (04:57):
Way you want to play, I'm happy to play about
you on wake ORL Right.
Speaker 5 (05:03):
So I have mentioned over and over in the show
that I'm not entirely present, and I know I definitely
feel that, But can you talk a little bit about
your perspective on that.
Speaker 6 (05:14):
I mean, I've said to you that I think that
this show and working on this has been a wonderful gift,
because if you aren't given something like that, then you
are one who puts things away. It's not good for
a person. It's not good for you, it's not good
for any person. So I'm glad that you're not doing that.
(05:37):
But also you basically have like a job on a
job at a time when the kids are also reading.
It's been a hard time to have you be kind
of constantly either literally not there or there, but you know,
half there, You're like half in and half out.
Speaker 4 (05:53):
I keep thinking about that Dmitry Martin quote where he
said that I guess he lost both his parents a
pretty quick succession, or lost one of his parents and yeah,
a mom in college or something, and he wrote a
line that was losing a parent is the first hardest thing.
Speaker 6 (06:12):
Yeah, your dad is who you are and how you
imagine your future, which I think has been a lot
of this experience views like okay, well kind of person
am I going to be? And what's my life tra directory?
I think that like grief is gigantic. It's like swimming
in an ocean and like finding shallow parts where you
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can kind of stand for a bit and then you
know the mariana try and you.
Speaker 1 (06:37):
Won't be for very long.
Speaker 6 (06:39):
But it's just like you keep swimming and hopefully over
time you find warmer and shallower waters. But is using
the same metaphoricous You've become a stronger swimmer through this,
and we can't be a part of that, you know.
So yeah, maybe you've been less present, but maybe that's
just natural, you know. Maybe the best thing we could
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do is kind of try to take care of ourselves
for the meantime and be there when you come back.
Speaker 1 (07:08):
And it's not that I think visiting gin House will
solve that feeling for me exactly, but I wonder if
it could put me on firmer footing, that is, if
we ever make it there. This drive feels endless, which
was always my dad's favorite kind. We racked up over
three hundred and fifty thousand miles in our Volvo station Wagon,
(07:30):
the one my family got when I was four, driving
across Nova, Scotia and West Virginia the Outer Banks. Or
that one time we drove to Quebec City because our dog, Shap,
who was ill with a thyroid disease, needed to drink
holy water from Saint Anne de beaucret A cathedral there.
We'd adopted our dog from a Catholic family, and somehow
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my mom got the idea that we need to respect
my dog's religious background, so we did anyway. We spent
those hours a mile singing and arguing, playing word games.
We pulled over to sample peaches and found streams to
cool our heels in, and we asked for directions, lots
of directions. And after hours of driving, when the sky
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turned dark and our stomachs were full, the car got quiet.
My mom and sister would fall asleep, my dad kept
pushing ahead, and me I'd stare out the window. We
moved across highways and country roads, often until one or
two in the morning. Sometimes I tried to find the
rhythm of the tower lights, guessing when the next beam
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would shine down on the car. Often I'd look higher,
wishing on the first star I spotted, or tracing my
fingers across constellations both reel and imagine. And eventually I'd
given to sleep, knowing that in this car, under this
magnificent sky, I could close my eyes feeling safe. I've
(09:01):
loved always moving forward, and now as I stare out
the window at rural Canatica, I finally finally let tears
stream down my face and I let go of everything
I've been holding. In chapter two, White Magic, this is
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doctor Vijay Satan. I am a tantric astrologer from the
age of five.
Speaker 3 (09:46):
That's the only thing I know about life is to
how to heal people.
Speaker 1 (09:51):
For all of the astrologers we'd met or hunted for
in Chini, there were so many disappointments except for this one.
Around town. Doctor j has a reputation as a quote
five star astrologer, and he agreed to meet with us
after his TV appearance that morning. To tell you the truth,
I did not have high hopes the words five star
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TV astrologer, I mean I pictured an astro televangelist, and
as we waited in his sitting room, sweating from the
Chennai heat. All I was thinking about was how many
days we'd wasted and what were we really going to
learn here? But when he welcomed us into his humble
office with just enough space for desk and some chairs,
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it just felt different.
Speaker 3 (10:35):
I'm not a normal person to live a normal life.
Speaker 1 (10:38):
He's right, Very little about doctor Vij's story is normal.
Before him, his parents had six daughters.
Speaker 3 (10:47):
My great grandfather told my mother and my father, stating
that youre seven, baby will be a son, and by
what sing khali, markkhali, the genes will be changed from
a feed in Goolo May.
Speaker 1 (11:01):
Through prayers and offerings, they supposedly changed the sex of
their child, but that meant he'd also have to carry
the burden of sustaining the family business. Vijay practices tantric astrology.
In astrology he refers to as white magic, it's about
using esoteric knowledge to reduce people's pain and relieve them
of their negative karmic pressures. It can mean reversing curses,
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preventing infidelities, fighting witchcraft, and as he tells me, there
are fewer than one hundred people in all of India,
maybe even half of that who practice it. His father
and grandfather did this work too, and every day he'd
watch as they absorb people's pain.
Speaker 3 (11:41):
So I see people often coming to my great grandfather
and my father.
Speaker 7 (11:46):
They used to.
Speaker 3 (11:46):
Cry, they used to clean.
Speaker 1 (11:49):
Vijai did this for eighteen years and then he left.
He couldn't take the emotional toll. He hated that people
would come to him and ask him to use Tantrick
astrology for these evil reasons, to lure across against their will,
or to put a curse on someone, things that went
against the ethics that his grandfather and father practiced. So
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he fled. He went to the UK. He got a
good job in fashion and marketing and merchandising. But however
far he ran, he just couldn't get away.
Speaker 8 (12:20):
My great grandfather, he called me, you might be in
London these days, but I'll be buying by September nine,
two thousand and nine, and you're supposed to be here
to take care of your father, and you cannot.
Speaker 3 (12:32):
Take your grandma.
Speaker 1 (12:34):
For him, it was an act of devotion, seeding his
own dreams for his family, because his love for his
father and his grandfather was that strong. But before he
could accept the mantle his father had one final test
for him.
Speaker 3 (12:49):
You know, I wish to explain about an incident my
great dad, who taught me how to live and how
to be ethically right, to have the good rap over people.
Speaker 1 (13:00):
The only question.
Speaker 6 (13:01):
He asked me.
Speaker 1 (13:02):
Then I learned that I shudder when I hear this.
His dad wanted Vijay to predict his time of death.
It feels cruel, masochistic. I mean, there are things you
just don't want to know. And the idea of being
forced to tell your parents when they're going to die,
let alone being forced to be accurate about it, I
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can't fathom it. But Vijay's dad was asking him to
put his craft over his emotion, to tell his brain
to eclipse his heart.
Speaker 2 (13:33):
And I was shouted.
Speaker 3 (13:34):
I was just looking at him like that, and he
told me, now, I'm a ya guru, I'm your mentor.
I'm asking you you see again.
Speaker 1 (13:44):
Vijay, who'd already question whether this was the right line
of work for his life, for his happiness, had to
summon all his courage and look his father in the
eye and tell him that you'll have.
Speaker 3 (13:57):
A kadi cust Between March twenty twenty one till twenty
four stop on.
Speaker 1 (14:05):
It was one of the hardest moments in Vijay's life,
but for his dad, it was everything he wanted for
his son.
Speaker 3 (14:13):
Then, my dad told me you'll be a you know,
worthful person and you'll do real great ex But unfortunately
I lost my great dad, who is my guru and
my mentor on eight of March twenty twenty one on
my lap.
Speaker 1 (14:28):
I'm sure there are moments as an astrologer where you
just don't want to be right and my heart breaks
for him, but in some strange way, I also envy him.
Vijay knew the exact moment his father would die. He
didn't have to watch his father writhing in pain, wondering
how long it would go on, or make a decision
about when to give him the morphine to let him go.
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So I asked him about the power of his craft,
these remedies he uses to help other people, and if
he could have healed his father possib we postponed that death.
Speaker 3 (15:01):
If that does return in their chart, no worship or
no uh you know, liberties can't save her life.
Speaker 1 (15:11):
His glassy eyes betray the emotional distance and astrologer is
supposed to keep But as he talks, it occurs to
me that I too, am the bearer of a lineage,
the first son of a first son who was also
desperately prayed for. And what were the responsibilities I ignored
and the duties I turned my back on that led
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me to this room here? Chapter three, backscratch. This is
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the main road to Jin, how but you'll never spot
it unless you know where you're going. In fact, it's
been so many years now that suraysh the wonderful driver
I've hired, and I have to pull over to ask
for directions to landmarks nearby. Finally we find this little
gate with a watchman sitting, and then the long dirt
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drive into pure greenery. To me, Jin House has always
felt like this secret garden, and it doesn't take long
for the chaos of the business district to disappear behind you.
The house probably isn't what you're expecting. It's a mid
century home, minimalist elegance in red and white, with a
welcoming veranda and beautifully kept lawns and gardens. On one hand,
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the place is simple. It's just three bedrooms and a kitchen,
with the center hall that works us both living and
dining room, but it's set in this oasis. The veranda
looks out onto this beautiful lawn, perfect fatias and receptions
and badman. The roof doubles his dance floor or a
launch pad for paper airplanes. Over the next few hours,
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I'll wander the grounds. The housekeeper, who's been instructed to
make me lunch all of my favorites, will overfeed me
the same way my grandaunt would have insisted. I'll lays
on a couch and thumb through books because there are
so many books here in every room, and I'll sit
on the veranda, just staring and thinking. Decades ago, i'd
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sit on this veranda in the early evenings with my
grandfather when he'd break from his writing and pour himself
a small peg of whiskey, and we trade stories as
we watched out into the monsoons. This is where he
told me to always carry a pen with me, to
make sure I could write down my ideas at any moment.
It's something I still do. This is where I learned
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about how much he loved my dad, about how sometimes
he'd squeeze him too hard because he couldn't express his love.
And this is where I first heard the story about
the backscratch. We all still tell it. I tell it,
and this is how it starts. When my dad was
just a kid, just seven or eight, my grandfather came
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in from out of town and sat next to him
on a bed. Shanta, my sister tells it.
Speaker 9 (18:23):
The story goes about budget was traveling for work a
lot and back and forth to goah, so I don't
think he was able to really be there that often.
And so one day he came to visit Dad and
they were sitting on the edge of the bed and
just talking.
Speaker 1 (18:39):
Ruby, my kid, tells it.
Speaker 7 (18:41):
So when Aju was about seven or eight, he was
lying in bed and his dad just came in from
that town and he came and he saw it is
in his bed, and Baa said, Dad, you know.
Speaker 1 (18:58):
And I'm trying to be the best father.
Speaker 7 (19:00):
And it's hard going up with down mom, But.
Speaker 1 (19:02):
Is there anything I can do for you? Is there
anything that's missing?
Speaker 7 (19:06):
Thought? And he thought, and then he finally said, you know, I've.
Speaker 9 (19:11):
Just fend When his back itches, his mom comes and
scratches it for him.
Speaker 1 (19:16):
And cheered off and he starts scratching my dad's back
for longer than the little Tyke needed.
Speaker 9 (19:22):
Oh but Joe was so heartbroken to hear that.
Speaker 7 (19:25):
And they're just thinking, my son's growing up without a mother.
Speaker 9 (19:30):
This is such a simple thing, this this last thing
I can do. Flee and just sat and scratched his back.
Speaker 1 (19:44):
Chapter four Ashes see it. It's February sixteen, twenty twenty three.
We're on a boat on the Indian Ocean, not far
from Covid Beach in southa Gooa. Beautiful. It's where my
dad used to spend his weekends as a kid. Night.
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It's my mom, my wife, the kids, and my aunt
someone all here together, and my dad. Of course, we've
got his ashes in a glorified shoe box that's printed
to look like a clip art version of Heaven. I
guess the waves are mild this morning, and the water
is so blue. We spot pods of dolphins frolicking in
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the waters and racing alongside us. Dolphins, Way dolphins, sep
do you see him? There's this flock of seabirds flying
in front. They stayed just ahead of us, like they're
pulling us away from the sunkissed coast threaded with coconut
trees and into something even more serene. We don't talk.
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I look at my mom and aunt tearing up. My
son Henry is crying and he's in Lizzie's arms. Meanwhile,
Ruby thinks this is a joy ride, arms up in
the air. AJU wouldn't want us to be sad, as
they put it, and Ruby's right in a way. After
a few minutes of more intentional silence, where we sit
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rock gently by the waves and our feelings, my mom
and I climbed to the very back of the boat.
She asked me to sing a chant. When she can't
muster one. My dad loved Jay said good Nick, and
(21:34):
we lean over the railing to say goodbye one final time.
I still don't believe in astrology, but doctor v Jay,
the tantric astrologer I visited, and I had told me
I would carry my grief for seven more months. It
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would be seven more months before I'd finally be myself again.
Speaker 2 (22:00):
We'll come hold of this.
Speaker 3 (22:02):
And you will long be laying what you are now.
Speaker 1 (22:08):
That was August. It's the end of February. Now by
the time I'm back in the States, seven months will
have passed. Chapter five. The first hardest thing this is
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April twenty twenty two, doctor Kamar's prediction about my father
falling ill had come true, and I'd raced down to
Atlanta a few times to be with him. But now
I'm saying bye to my dad as I head back
to New York. This is him and his lazy boy,
with a bowl of pistachios on his stomach and a
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mystery paperback by his side, both smiling. Because the doctor
has a plan. The chemo should give him three months,
there's a chance he'll have much longer. This is me
getting a call that very same night, soon after my
plane hit the tarmac at LaGuardia, that my father had
to be rushed to the emergency room. This is him,
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days later, still in the hospital, telling my sister that
I can't make me and I can't make This is
him holding my mom's hand, telling her over and over
how beautiful she is, telling her she's always been his
own way.
Speaker 2 (23:44):
So cute.
Speaker 1 (23:46):
This is me walking into the hospital to relieve my mom.
It's my turn to spend the night with him, but
my mom tells me that the fight is over, that
my only mission is to bring him home so he
can pass amongst his loved ones. This is me signing
the Forum for hospice, knowing that when the morphine kicks in,
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it'll knock him out. These will be my last moments
with him conscious. Do you know who's waiting at home
for you? You don't know? Do you want to see Barkley?
This is me shaving him one last time. I'm just
going to shave a little bit on your face. They're
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barber style. I use a warm washcloth to soften the supple.
I gently lather his face. I take my time with
each stroke. This is me putting my cologne on him.
Speaker 5 (24:45):
Do you remember that you used to put after shave
on me?
Speaker 6 (24:50):
Yeah?
Speaker 1 (24:51):
He used to laugh and joke and tell stories as
I watched him shave as a kid. And then he'd
spray a scent into the heel of his palms and
rub them into my cheek and tiny circles, warning me
of how it might sting. This is me playing in messages,
an old going song from his sister and nephew, a
message from my aunt.
Speaker 5 (25:11):
Someone I love you so.
Speaker 1 (25:15):
Much, so much, some whispers of things I needed him
to know, and hoping he hears you. You know we
love you so much?
Speaker 5 (25:25):
Shit, Yeah, you know you're.
Speaker 1 (25:29):
A wonderful, bad This is me in the back of
an Atlanta ambulance taking him home. This is me staring
out into traffic, collecting out the back window, caressing his hair,
pushing it across his forehead, gripping his hand repeatedly, desperately
trying to communicate my love with each squeeze, not knowing
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what's getting through. This is me tracing my fingertips gently
down his papery skin, kissing his forehead, scratching his back
gently for way too long because I still can epilogue.
(26:41):
This is my friend aj of all types of interesting.
Though Way back at the beginning of the show, he.
Speaker 4 (26:47):
Told me curiosity and gratitude are my two favorite virtues,
and I agree.
Speaker 1 (26:53):
I think both lead to a richer life. There was
always so much to be curious about, so much to
be grateful for. But as I try finally to end
this show, I keep thinking about another drive. In twenty seventeen,
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we just moved to Atlanta so I could take a
job in podcasting. That Thanksgiving, we headed up I ninety
five to my cousin Shanta's, to be with my parents
and sister and cousins and dogs. Everyone was just so happy,
cooking together, making gingerbread houses, drinking cider, wandering through a
farm that saw down the perfect Christmas tree. And then
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when the weekend was over and it was finally time
to say goodbye and the anxiety of a new work
week had started to settle in, Lizzie turned to me
and she said, why don't we skip I ninety five?
Why don't we take the long way home? That afternoon
we drove across Skyline Drive, the famous Skyland Drive, the
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one that stitches a path along the edge of the
Blue Ridge Mountains as you drive through the Shenandoah National Park.
At the time, our kids were seven and four, and
back then when they used to ask how long till
we get there? Lizzie and I would relay the time
in episodes of the PBS show Arthur, like it's five
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Arthurs till we're home, which meant two and a half hours.
But somehow, on this one hundred mile parkway, we didn't
have to answer that question once. We just marveled at
all the red and yellow painted across the tree tops,
and the fog that rolled in and out across the
blue and purple mountaintops, and the way the light played
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favorites with parts of the valley below and somewhere along
the way, as the kids started to nod off and
Lizzie squeeze my hand, and as we watched the sunset,
I realized who I became in that moment, in the
driver's seat, steering an endless road, and I know who
I can be. I don't have to waste time endlessly
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obsessing about the future. I can choose moments like this,
the ones that make my heart leap. I can choose
the long way home over and over and never regret it.
And I can fill the time I have left because
I understand how precious that time is with a series
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of skyline drives. I am, it's all tree weep like
a whirlone. Myuscars are hiding my branches. Don't shoe you sigh. Am,
(29:59):
it's all a street roots like a new ball. Your
wind is blowning and over I go. But now I
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see a storm cloud.
Speaker 2 (30:32):
Up in the.
Speaker 6 (30:32):
Disk and.
Speaker 1 (30:35):
A terrible old man.
Speaker 6 (30:39):
A beautiful show.
Speaker 8 (30:42):
So take me.
Speaker 10 (30:43):
Down, easy, Take me down easy, Let me land softly.
Speaker 1 (30:54):
Back in your arm. Oh man, I cannot thank you
enough for listening to the show. Like all podcasts, our
show growth through word of mouth, So If you liked
Skyline Drive, tell a friend, post about it on social media,
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or write us a little review. We read them all
because we are obsessives and a few of us are geminised,
and also we just like the feedback. Also, there's been
too much crying, so Anna give us a dope beat.
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Skyline Drive is a production of Kaleidoscope and iHeart Podcast.
If you like the show, you should know my incredible
team carried me across the finish line. So thank you
so much to Marry Philip Sandy, our supervising producer, Mitra Bunshahi,
our producer, Mark Lotto, my story editor, and Anna Rubinovo,
who produced and elevated the sound of all of these
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shows along with through Chivarrau and soundboard. I am truly
indebted to all of you. Everyone keeps asking me about
the theme song bought me aka Spencer Stevenson wrote the
gorgeous score for this season. Also, I'm so grateful to
the musicians whose music lifted me in my very lowest
moments before I started writing with including himn Shu Suri
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who read the episode Warning Moe and Azadi Records, Peter
Matthew Bauer Raginder, Alaf Mohman, Vinnie De Sai, Lush Life
Motor Sales, and James Henry Junior, who's stunning stunning song
closed out this episode. Also my aunt Indu Gersape and
my cousin Anna Gerzape for singing that beautiful go In
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folk song. Thank you to Simon and Argin Bukshi, all
the participants Jean Michelle, Annie George and our house astrologers,
Doctor Kumar and Janelle Belgrave. The show is executive produced
for iHeart by Mickey Tour and Katrina Norvell. Thank you
to my partners at Kaleidoscope, especially Ozwaalishan who encouraged me
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to tell this story and gave me the room to
tell it as we co founded this business, but also
Kate Osborne and Costas Linos. Thank you to our investors
and board for backing this crazy project. Thank you to
Vahiney Shory for managing the social media for this show
on top of everything else. Special thanks to Ali, Nathan Connell,
Will and Bob at iHeart. I want to give my
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family some extra love, but especially Lizzie and Henry and
Ruby and also Sara Vanshanta and as always a big,
big Thank you to my Alma and my dad, Lalita
and Omeish who I thank my lucky stars for I'm
Mongish Hitticular. Thank you so so much for listening. Sometimes
(33:55):
sometimes I care a lot. Usually I don't even.
Speaker 10 (33:57):
Care sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes
sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes.
Speaker 11 (34:17):
I'm passive fits. Sometimes I pass to fit. Sometimes I
stay sober. Sometimes it's past to fit. Sometimes I'm hustling.
Sometimes I'm lacking it. Sometimes I got the ship. Sometimes
I'm lacking it. Getting low, Man, there'd be too much vanity.
How to live life?
Speaker 6 (34:30):
With my life?
Speaker 1 (34:30):
Will the alities listen?
Speaker 5 (34:31):
I would love it, man, this is my reality.
Speaker 10 (34:33):
Always I can use more colaborty, labrity, gagny
Speaker 1 (34:59):
H
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