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Other not so important news is as follows. I am limping with a completely removed nail from the finger next to toe on my left foot, heat is getting unbearable as it is supposed to be, work is hectic as usual, I don't find time to exercise, I like to sleep more and I am hopelessly stuck in a rut of work-home routine with minor hiccups like the stupid freak toe injury. Pretty uneventful as usual. What we tend to forget while ranting like I just did is that these continuous monotonous processes in life are also the driving force for us to graduate to newer and widened laws of nature - even though we may tend to resist them. It is hard to realize the importance of these circles until you find few precious minutes for yourself to think and look around. There is nothing new with spring and summer. We hardly have spring season though - summer conquers spring quickly and brutally. I happened to be loitering around lackadaisically on the terrace and found the beautiful burnt orange on t...

This thought experiment was grueling enough that I could hear the whining of my mental hard drive.  What exactly is business like?  Is it good to be business like?  Is it the new success mantra we swear by these days in the corporate world?  Does business like mean being all open and ready for business while you may be cursing the moron sitting in front of you under your breath?  Does it make you a moron if you think of the person in front of you was a moron since you may never know how incredibly talented he may turn out to be despite his rustic accent and antiquated non-corporate style?  Being suited and booted with an attitude is the only way that you can be business like or as Google's philosophy for being 'serious without wearing suits' works just fine?  Does it make a guy business like if he can talk to ten people from different strata and still actually truly be a moron? Does business like mean that you know the art to ...

Photo Courtesy: www.trekearth.com I'd sit with you Oh Arabian Sea My thoughts would sail Holding the colorful fishes' trail Calm my nerves ruptured Watching that distant ship anchored Forget my mournful days Pelting the rocks your constant waves Strengthen my emotional defense Rippled water your fence But no, I just can't sit My last local leaves in a bit

When the birds take off to sky Clear wet round mirrors on leaves Reflect some light I'd say its time to write When the glory of sea Meets the slipping brown sand And paints it frothy white I'd say its time to write When the fisherman throws His net far wide Serene lake caged in ripples slight I'd say its time to write When the child closes his eyes For his first prayer ever  Folding his hands tight I'd say its time to write When that bullet kills And the one who reached The revolver first sighs I'd say its time to write When feelings erupt With lines taking shape Of ideas bright I won't say - I'd just write.

And as I drive on an empty dark road Radio playing slow beautiful songs My mind wanders away from menial To us and how it all happened Like an old wine Beautiful thought Growing older and better The way we met and things turned around Like a stuck record Beautiful music Playing the symphony  Melodies to my heart The way we met and things turned around Like a grandfather's clock Beautiful mechanism Cogwheels fitting perfectly Like our fingers intertwined The way we met and things turned around And as I halt and return to present Focusing back on the menial I save you in my mind For another time

 Image Courtesy: http://www.thehindu.com/ Now that MBA is over and I am considered an ounce wiser, being back home means work. There are so many pending things that are just waiting in the attic to be dusted and made to work again. One of them is the mammoth task of physical share transfer and dematerialization. Though stated in one pretty sentence, it takes months of effort and work. And of course, money!  My brother has been painfully going about the motions of this work for a couple of months now and nothing much yet seems to have resulted out of it. We struck a good deal with a certain Saraswati something shares. I asked, "How much would this one fetch us?". He replied, "Enough to recover the money you spent on your MBA degree". I exclaimed, "Really! Waoh! Even after they have been dormant for like 15 years??!". He quipped, in exasperation, "Weren't they supposed to teach you all this in B-School?" I did shut up and let him do this pain...

Image Courtesy: David J. Nightingale  | www.chromasia.com Big things happen that become small over a period of time. Monday Tests used to be so important that we wasted our entire Sunday evenings on them. Then those exams, those practicals. So many events that shape our lives eventually just fog out in some dusty corners of the mind. When they are recalled, they just stop everything inside for a second - at the point of recall. Isn't it? Greater and more important things always take priority over less important ones - less important, they feel not when they happened but now. That single test, those exams, that moment when you made through (or did not) to the college of your choice, that first backlog that you got and thought it was all over, that first crush you had and thought would be your entire life, that first job at which you thought you would shine like a star, all important moments - all get fuzzy down the constantly abrasive ladder of life. But that doesn't mean o...

Image Courtesy: Wikipedia Just came after a show of 'Surrogates' at the PVR in Ambience Mall, Gurgaon . Liked the movie. If we come to think of it, it does send shivers down the spine with all this technologized incentives that we keep giving ourselves day in and day out. My friend Nikki talked about our addiction to web and social networking with hardly anything 'social' left in it for it is behind the veil of cyber names, cyber games and I daresay cyber jobs. I, myself am looking forward to a career in Marketing/Branding/Retailing associated with Social Media and associated technologies. However, there needs to be a line that definitely needs to be drawn to keep it from becoming our madness. Surrogates takes it a step further - talks about building perfect 'us' as we would like the world to see us. So you sleep and rest in a cozy home all day - hooked into a system and a perfect you, who never gets old goes about doing your daily activities. You can cho...

Photo Courtesy : Me, myself and Himanshu [I clicked it...grrrr..!] through the hills under the lush green canopies a light wind blows carrying sounds profound chilly at times with the dry leaves in a vortex crumpling under its force the memories of yore they have tales to tell into the unknown before they soar warm at times dry n scalding punishing one and all reminding of the crimes tortures forsaken made to self and others the vows broken and then it stops vanishing in the hills below those canopies that are almost brown now weathering the cold and dry still standing there though reminding the wind that it also has limits unseen forces control its existence A unknown act of good riddance

Alright people - I am back here! After neglecting my sweet little blog for quite some time, I couldn't just let it be in the name of work which I in any case procrastinate upon. It hasn't been easy - trust me. A Roller Coaster ride yea, but add to that the dilemma of knowing that somewhere, there is an loose screw on the rails which may or may not fall off when the coaster passes over it. WTF! Here are the biggest WTF moments that are happening: 1. Surgery in lower back. I mean low low back. Wound is supposed to heal naturally to prevent recurrence. WTF! Why the hell couldn't they stitch it??? 2. It got better. Nice. It healed. Very nice. I was happy. I took the bus to the city from my campus. The God-forsaken Sus-Pashan Road [may the builders who stole charcoal from it rot in hell!]. My back could not bear it. Wound resurfaced. WTF! 3. Sem 3. Welcome to the most gruelling curriculum ever. I mean, I know I am in a B-School where we are supposed to slog and study hard, but g...

They say nostalgia hits. This one does and hard. Roughly an year ago, fresh into SIBM , Pune - we were all gearing up to be special. Literally! Being a member of the Students' Council at SIBM is what I so looked forward to. I got to be a part of the rocking IT Team for Interim and Junior tenures. Needless to say, it was one of the best time I have ever had. With sine curved pattern of work and fun, it couldn't have been better...or may be it could have been. The Juniors have come, taking their shares of responsibilities and teams have been formed. Alas, I am not in council anymore and how I miss it! I can only imagine how it would have been to be on the other side of the interview table this time, how when finally the teams would have formed - the introductions and 'insider' sessions would have begun. The tales of legends who have passed through the same responsibilities. I sorely miss it. Wish I could make juniors do things which Abeer , Anu and Sheth made me do d...

It is time to pack up. Initially, I had planned to be at home till 14th June and then go back to my college and begin my second year on a positive note. Same promises as ever that we all tend to make - Will work harder this time, will look forward to managing time in a better way, will take care of health and exercise, etc. etc. However, as a few of you who may be following my blog would know, things did not turn out the way as intended. I would finally be leaving for Pune tomorrow (it is already Saturday, 0241 hours). Quite a bit has happened in this 'extra' week that I have stayed back at home. Pain in back has reduced for sure, I can now sit for longer durations and am banking on this to attend my classes properly once am there. Apart from these positive things, it has been an extra week of 'experience' gained here. Or may be a week of 'experience' lost from Pune? I may never know. So, why do we make those promises to ourselves in the first place at all? To i...

Hi all! It has been some time and lot of things to talk about since I wrote here last. Here are a few things that have been going on with me, for good and not so good. I somehow managed to finish my internship at Wipro Technologies in Bangalore. Two month stint was a pretty good experience at office. It was like a two month job, team was awesome and work was good! Bangalore as a city has a very different feel to it. A feel, which I was not used to and don't feel like getting used too. I was putting up at Electronic City there which is like an IT City at a little distance from the main city itself. Something like what Manesar is to Gurgaon or Gurgaon is to Delhi. So, as it happens, a major chunk of IT junta, which is also a major chunk of junta residing in Bangalore get up early on weekdays and move to Electronic City. In the evenings, they go back. Essentially, this city sleeps early and wakes up early too! Quite unlike me. Anyway, moving on. I had to find a decent place for my...

It happens at times, that a particular date holds a very important place in your life. The reverence to the date increases if it is just another date - not your birthday, wedding day or any other day which in itself is of importance to you. In the same manner, unknowingly, 4 th of June became one of the most important dates of my life. The feeling obviously can't be mutual but I can try to elucidate its impact and significance in my life. 4 th June, 2007 It was my last exam of my last semester at my graduate college. Well, as it tuned out, it wouldn't be so. Let us just leave at that. 4 th June, 2007 I met someone. Very unexpectedly. Thanks to the cosmic charge and the complex algorithm that google must be using on the click of 'next blog' that my blog turned up, and not that belonged to someone e lse . Thank you Google - let us just say that you have given me all the pains and pleasures that are important to my life. And reminiscing a bit... 4 th June, 1989 When I...

Ramesh woke up that day to the cries of "Jai Sri Ram!" It was a cold December morning. Already, there was something more chilling about it. He opened the dilapidated wooden door which stood precariously over the squeaking rusty hinges. As he looked out with sleepy eyes, he saw men. Men with tridents, hammers, spears and rocks were all running in one direction. Frenzied wide eyes, clenched teeth, jutting veins at forehead. They all seemed to have only one zombie-like purpose. He went on a high instantly. It was like a dose of marijuana put him into another trance after waking him wide open from his sleep. We will do it today, he thought. And nothing could ever stop us. With that insane zeal, he took his trident, tightened a saffron band on his head and ran out hailing Lord Ram. He felt like a warrior to Ram's cause and hit the structure like Lord Ram would have annihilated the devils from Lanka.  "Jai Sri Ram! Jai Sri Ram!"  "Sri Ramchandra ki ..." ...

It is just a thought that I have been nursing for a while. I am not going to reveal it, but finally, it is something that I really look forward to doing now. Given the quarter age crises that we quarter agers tend to fall in, I can safely say that I am nursing a nebulous thought for now. It may or may not work, but for now, I don't really care. I just have to work on it. No more. No less. Just wanted to put this on record, coz well, someday...

once upon a time a funny thing happened as the clock struck nine there was a chubby little kid in his home feeling stupid for want of anything better he started writing a letter as it turned out his inner being gave a happy shout coz though he couldn't earn a dime but surely he could rhyme! thus began his journey lustrous soon he became illustrious all people big and sharp came to him for an autograph and he thought what fun as he was an average man's son he wanted to do something and earn more than his dad's farthing thought after day and day and day to which business should his loyalties lay finally he reached a meaningful conclusion when his dud brain was cleared of all confusion he thought he'll write poems that rhyme and for each he'll charge just a dime poems came and poems went tonnes of dimes to his account were sent dime turned into quarter and quarter into dollar till is fame couldn't grow taller last known he was living very happy doing what he was b...

I reign In the world of the fogged gloss Dare not the barriers I set anyone cross Because from one horizon to other I reign In the tempest of mind Beyond any fathomable thought Are clear droplets of wisdom Which run my kingdom My whims aren't fancies But an elaborate functioning machine All parts greased No metal that I ever feign Come you army of lost generations With filthy crippled ideas on lose There ain't any place in this world Where I'll let penetrate your rigged views And there you'll all go crushed With not even a  speck left of your credence To remind the whole world That it is better with your absence Off you go From my lovely kingdom You insipid blind followers For the God whose name you say you preach Is imploring, in His name I beseech.

All is fine Everything so divine Birds twitter as the glorious sun shines Just too suddenly For me to realize Out of nowhere A little tornado conceptualize Carrying along Dust and rags and mud With the bird's song It plays around Ruffles a few dead leaves As the previous part Of the dusty road heaves But it wasn't much time Like me The playful tornado was blind For it got sucked As behind the clouds Sun ducked Into a larger scheme of things No more tweets to be heard Nor was recalled That lovely bird A huge storm Blew out of proportion Dust flogged vision And brought a few tears But not for long As it does not end here For heavens went gracious And soaked all the fear All got wet and beautiful again And again All is fine Everything so divine...

And it happens again. The dilemma, the thoughts Umpteen mental wars fought The craze and the haze Unfocussed and dazed Ideas that lure Charlatan mind's demeanour This way or that Becomes life's meandering path Skin left behind With no button rewind Change is a bane And it happens again.