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If you search for Sanjay Kumar on the Internet, you'll find he's either a former CEO of Computer Associates (now doing 12 years in prison for accounting fraud), a solider, or a wrestler. I assure you, none of these people are me! I've been in broadcasting for a couple of decades and have had a few names (radio people often have more than one name). So, for most of my career, I've been Ted Asregadoo (my real name), Ted E. (groan), and now Sanjay Kumar. I am Asian Indian, but was born and have lived my entire life in North America -- with most of that time in the Bay Area. In my radio career, I've been a DJ, traffic reporter, news writer, and news anchor. I also worked in promotions, marketing, and social media for a group of radio stations for a few years. The good thing about having all those jobs is that it has made me a very versatile radio talent (a good thing to have these days as the business has really changed). Anyway, that's the skinny about me. If you're a big Twitter user, you can follow my musings, retweets, and conversations about music.
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A Frosty blog. One I wish I did not have to write.
A vandal recently smashed the passenger side window of my auto. No reason, no theft, it was just smashed. As aggravating as that is, you don't know the most hurtful part. I will tell you the rest of the story now, and maybe you will understand how angry I am at whoever did this.
I can afford the $250 to get the window replaced, that's not really the issue. And no, I am not going through insurance because claims raise your premiums, and it's not worth paying more in car insurance payment because of a small claim like this. So I'm just taking care of it out-of-pocket. That is infuriating, but it's not the reason this smashed window is really upsetting to me.
You see, I have not washed the inside of that window in over 4 years. Outside, yes, but not on the inside. There was something very sentimental on the inside of that window. Now, thanks to the vandal smashing it, the window is being replaced and it is gone forever.
My dog used to go for rides with me. He was usually in the back of my SUV enjoying the sights, the smells, and the sensation of the wind blowing his long hair all around. He loved going on a ride, and we made as many enjoyable road trips as my time allowed.
As we were driving, just for a few minutes, he would occasionally come up front to see how I was doing. Without warning, he'd slither between the seats and awkwardly plop down over there in the passenger seat. He was a big dog and the back was undoubtedly more comfortable, so his up-front visits didn't last too long. But he couldn't resist coming up to say hello now and then, and I dind't mind.
Here's how it went.....here he is squeezing between the seats....there he is making himself comfortable over there on the passenger side...here come his paw on the gear shift. That was my cue to reach for his paw and give it a squeeze, maybe stroke his fingers a couple times, and then remove his foot before he accidently shifted gears. He ended up doing that a few times, throwing the transmission into a lower gear. Then he'd look over at me and give me that big smile, as if he knew he did that.
While he was over there in the passenger seat, he'd lean his head back for a minute or two, look out the window, then head to the back again. On a long trip, he might do this every half hour or so. I thought it was cute, like he was letting me know he was still there. Then he'd head to the back again.
When the window was up on the passenger side, his big wet nose would sometimes leave a little mark when it made contact with the glass. I would always have to wash that window more than any others, as he managed to slime it with his nostrils during our rides.
On his last ride with me, he was old, and he was ill. And we were making one last trip together. I was shuttling him between doctors, clinic to clinic, frantically trying everything possible to get him well. He joined me up front for the ride, but this time he never went to the back. He sat in the front seat the whole way there, He never took his eyes off of me. I wondered if he knew another round of desperate treatment awaited him.
I did not remove his paw from the top of the gearshift between us. I reached over and I held his hand the whole way. He looked at me and smiled, as usual, as if all was well. But all was not well. It was the last trip we took together.
It was several days later that I noticed the passenger side window had several places where his nose had made contact with the glass. There were the usual round blots, longer smears, and a couple big tracks. Anybody else would have cleaned them off, but not me. I swore I would never wash the inside of that glass again, ever. And I did not. It has been over four years now that I have driven with a dirty passenger side window. And every time I looked over at it, I smiled. And I felt his warm smile in my soul.
Now that window has been smashed by some passing idiot who thought he'd break a car window just for the fun of it.
You have no idea what you have cost me, you son of a bitch.