It's been ages since my last post. My apologies for the irregularity :) but nothing stellar has hit me since. Neither has anything stellar hit me now. So I'll ramble.

The workshop today was quite enlightening. We were asked to share a personal experience that changed our lives with the group...something that not many people know. If you know me well... you would know that I was stumped. Luckily I have till tomorrow to decide.

But what really got to me today was the stories that people actually did tell. A girl came up and admitted to being sexually abused. Another talked about how her father passed away and how she handled it. A guy spoke about being unable to tell his parents that he loves them.

After tonight... after sitting and listening I realize the importance of everyone I love... and probably those I dont. I realised the importance of telling people how important they are... how absolutely wonderful they make me feel.. I realised that I am blessed to be surrounded by happiness. And realize the importance of being able to spread that joy.

Tomorrow I tell my love story. That should light up a few faces.

To Vincent.

He sat in a dusty corner of the ground floor. The glaze of his rimless spectacles covered his dark circles. The desk did a better job of hiding his stained shirt. Had she seen him as he spilt a little of the horrible dal his wife had made?




He sat in a dusty corner of the ground floor. Barely noticed by anyone but the maid who rudely asked him to lift his legs as she swept the loneliness from beneath him.



He liked his dusty corner on the ground floor. It was his kingdom. His little fort. A last refuge for a man frustrated with the tumultous torment of a middle class life.



Everyday Vincent would be the first to arrive. His life was a blur of accounts, purchase orders and excel sheets.



Everyday Vincent was the last to leave. He left reluctantly, retreating into the little shit-hole they called home. He returned to a wife who was as cold as revenge, both in and out of bed.He returned to an ungrateful bastard he called son. He returned - to nothing.



Vincent was miserable.

Balti-list! :)

Here's my bucketlist :)

·         Drive a ______________________________ (fill with any car/bike/thing-that-goes-real-fast): C’mon! All men have an inherent need for speed! And there’s nothing better to satiate this hunger than a high horse power engine, either under the hood or between your legs. So whatever your speed demon maybe (Mine’s a Ferrari BTW), driving a real high performance machine is a dream for most of us!

·         Backpack around Europe: The true and only way to experience the joys of a culture so wonderful it makes the arty types at Indian Habitat Centre seem…well, utterly farty! And if the stories about Amsterdam and other European women are true… Hallelujah!

·         Blow up something BIG! : There’s nothing like the warm smell of Napalm in the morning! Research has proven that blowing things up peaks endorphin levels in the human body giving the guy pressing the little red button that makes things go boom, the ultimate feeling of elation – similar to the Big O. But just make sure it’s a legal Boom-Boom, ok?

·          Watch a world Sporting event LIVE at the stadium: No matter how much a white old sardar ji brags about how TATA SKY has improved the sports viewing experience on your television nothing will replace the sheer exhilaration of watching it live in the stadium! I’m talking big time FIFA World Cup, F1 races,  IPL, heck even the SUPERBOWL -if that’s what floats your boat!

·          Have the gastronomically most amazing experience one can have: Foie Gras, Caviar, Dom Perignon, White truffles, Kopi Luwak – That’s the kinda stuff I’m talking about! It is absolute indulgence To get the complete lowdown visit:  http://www.wackyarchives.com/featured/worlds-most-expensive-foods.html . You’ll get what I mean!

·         Sit in a huge armchair in a huge office and act out the Scarface scene:  “Say ‘ello to my li’l frrrend!” Yep I’m talking about recreating my favourite cult movie scenes - putting myself into the ring as Rocky or not washing my feet for a month so they resemble Frodo’s! And it could start with making my cinematographer friend “an offer he can’t refuse!”

·         Participate in a threesome: Really! Do I need to write anymore? Inside every man lives the ultimate threesome fantasy. The only fine print here is that there should be NO crossing of swords, if you get what I mean.

·         Visit Vegas: Sin City, Baby! Showgirls, Casinos and Alcohol – all the makings of the ultimate hedonist paradise in a habitat unfit to grow a tomato. They say Vegas is how God would have done it if he had money! And if you haven’t spent a night in Vegas, you’re missing out on one helluva party!

·         Participate in a barroom brawl: You’ve seen Fight Club. And the ultimate in the race to become the “Alpha Male” is to show off your physical might against others in the race! I am a peace loving fellow but once, just once I’d like to participate in a free for all no holds barred dishum dishum!

·         Kiss the most beautiful woman in the world: Ok fine! I admit this one is a DIRECT RIP OFF from the movie… but hey! This makes perfect sense! There is no man on this planet who wouldn’t want to kiss Angelina Jolie (or ) and No… MOM does not count!

So this is my first Post on a fresh new blog! It's like starting fresh... a clean slate... a fresh white wall I can use my crayons to scribble on without Mum creating a fuss! :) I thought about what this blog should be about... we MBAs are made to think that EVERYTHING has to have one single purpose. But I let the little kid in me take over and say - 'what the hell! Let's go cray' And thats exactly what this blog is... a creative outlet for my creative frustrations. (how cliched is that! lol!)

So I'm not promising anything stellar. No booker prize winning writing ... no fantastic photographs through my lens...

It's a brave new world. Let's go explore!