Hummingbird

 Its been a while! More than 9 Years to be precise!! I went from a clueless adult, trying to retrace my steps in the corporate ladder to a middle aged man trying to retrace my steps. Yes, retrace my steps, not on the corporate ladder but my life as whole! I am a dad of a soon-to-be 4 year old (more on him in other posts, too much to talk there!). The wide-eyed curiosity and enthusiasm he has for world in general, seems to be a bit lost on me. I relate to adults talking about incessant questions from kids and us having no answers. Coming back to why I raised this topic of incessant questions. One of the management rules (among the plethora available), which I find the most interesting and apt in any scenario whether personal or professional is - 5 Whys? The official definition goes -  Five whys (or 5 whys) is an iterative interrogative technique used to explore the cause-and-effect relationships underlying a particular problem. The primary goal of the technique is to determine the root

I HATE Saturdays! Because it brings sunday, a day when I get nothing better to do with my time than staring at my laptop the whole day or catching a movie! A sunday movie sounded nice when it was not a routine to kill time. An empty brain is a nest for dark thoughts ! and they seem to be festering right now, as they do every sunday! I have never been a enthusiastic person but this kind of drab existence is too much to handle even for me. I need some rush some way of releasing the pent up pressure of my work. At present nothing looks endearing and no new thoughts seem to be forming. I need all the help that is possible, please somebody HELP! SOS! SOS! The Titanic is Sinking !!!

There, I said it! First step of revival and recuperation is acceptance. There is nothing I can do without being forced into the situation. Every minute, every second of my free time (keyword) goes into pumping in the fumes of my addiction. Be it early morning or late night, a hectic day at work or a languid day at home, a great time with my group or a lousy time, all these have been fueling me and i have been guzzling more and more!! Is there a point in one's life where it needs to said "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH". At this point of time what with me staring at the walls due to my utter helplessness of my current situation and the predicament which I am in, I have had an epiphany, my addiction is that of the worst sort! If something is not done very soon, I might not live long enough to see the world move ahead! Although I have seen many addicts successfully bounce back to life, it seems like a lost cause for me and in such a situation the state of affairs is much more evident a

There was a time when a Prince (er.. pauper, commoner.. your wish ) supposed that it was time to break the shackles, let go of the decency in him and show it to the world that there was something in him that nobody should mess with. It is said that you don't even realize what you become until it is too late. He too realized it too late that when he was just trying to portray another side of him to make everyone around him take him seriously, he became the one thing he desisted, a thing that other people desisted and resisted. He acted out, not out of spite but out of anger at others not seeing or understanding why he was in such a state. A mental state of unease and dilemma created out a state of bliss and easiness which he never wanted but now endured to keep the world at peace from his delirious and sometimes masochistic way of thinking. He always wondered why does one succumb to his thoughts when it is his actions that speak louder. Is it really so that actions speak louder

Whenever I have visited a grocery (kirana) store, I have always seen one particular group which has run the store. Whether be it Bhilai, Mysore, Cochin, New Delhi or Mumbai (I do not have anything against East but never been there :) ), there are always the ever enterprising Marwaaris, people from a region in Rajasthan. I used to get stumped by the idea of a person moving from a northern region to a place in Kerala or Karnataka where very few north Indians can manage. A few interactions with them would make you realize that business is in their blood. I realized that i while back but never got to imagine the intensity of it. Now, that I am here, there seems to be an incessant need to own one's destiny with ourselves. If there is one thing to respect it the need to be self dependent and keep growing in-spite of the odds presented at a place like this. The heat, the absence of water or rainfall does not encumber the businessmen here. They have found newer and better avenues to gro

Stories are good and no one demands and excites the listeners than the great canvas of life called Mumbai ! Its the art connoisseur 's dream, the ultimate movie making theme. It has excited millions of people around the world and continues to do so despite the dark underbelly and the recent excitement among the "other" aspects of the world. This is what I was carrying a torch about when i was about to enter Mumbai for the first time. I am not new to strangeness and new things. I have stayed outside my home comforts for such a long time now that, it has become rather dreary to sit at home and relax. I must admit though, even after staying for two long months in the heat of Delhi, I was a little anxious about moving to Mumbai. Off all the things heard and seen one tends to remember the dark times rather than the good and happy ones. And Mumbai even though renowned for its safety for women did not have such a bright presence in my mind castle. It has been anything but dre