A Lungful of Fresh Air and a Few Pleasant Sightings

Earlier, I was passionate about jogging. But with years tearing by and sinewy muscles being slowly replaced by a less sturdy body and depleting muscle, jogging in the recent past has become a distant memory. But whenever I notice someone with a powerful physique, the need to jog gets ignited in the mind again. Unfortunately the passion lasts only for a day or two…and starts again when I spot someone with a deadly physique… much like the deadly, vicious circle that the old economics textbooks talk about.

I still wonder how John Abraham, Salman Khan and Akshay Kumar keep their bodies looking sculpted and well-toned. Of course, these guys could afford the best of trainers and dieticians, but then again if they didn’t slog it out at the gym, they could never have had such bodies. It only makes me wonder at their grit and commitment to stay in shape, even long after they have crossed their thirties (Among these, I guess only John hasn’t crossed his thirties). Believe me, as an ex-gym going guy, getting rid of flab and replacing it with wiry muscle isn’t that easy.

In fact, the likes of Johns, Salmans, and Akshays are the ones who keep me on my toes…I mean literally. Though I don’t come anywhere near them when it comes to keeping fit, the passion to keep clinically fit is what prods me into jogging every now and then.

Today, while jogging, I caught sight of a young child accompanied by his father (whom the doctors probably have advised to jog). Actually, the father wasn’t jogging, but running. Not because the doctors have advised him to. But because the kid was running away in whichever direction he liked. The child was innocently incorrigible.

Another thing that caught my attention was a group of art students sitting on a park bench trying to capture the morning sun on paper in colour. I walked to them and stood by the group, but they were so enraptured with the sight of the morning sunrays breaking through the woods, they hardly noticed my presence. I stood for sometime analyzing their work, and then broke off into a jog. when I finished my morning dose of jogging, I stood and stared at the sun. Drinking in the warmth and the dazzle. Knowing that the jogging ritual has cleansed my body, now I am ready for the highs and lows of life.

Inspired by the Chef-d’oeuvre

I was at an advertising agency on some work when I noticed a painting of a horse hanging on the wall. On a closer look, I found out that it was one of those rare arts of painting - “The knife painting”. Inside the frame, amidst a pale blue backdrop, was a magnificent spread of shades which took the form of a horse. The horse in a way looked vibrant, graceful and alive.

It was so appealing I immediately wanted to acquire it at any cost. As I stood enquiring about where one could buy such piece, I heard a voice behind me quip, “There’s only one piece and it’s not for sale”. I turned around to find the art director of the agency open the door and come in. He was beaming. I swallowed my disappointment and retorted, “That’s ok, but I just want to know where you bought it from?” But as I said, he simply stood smiling.

Then the graphic designers who were working with him let out a mild guffaw. One of them casually remarked, “That the painting was done by the art director”. I was completely taken aback. I knew the art director for sometime but I never knew he had a history of painting, and that too, such good painting. A sucker for good art, I immediately vowed to become his disciple. He only smiled at my perturbed composure.

When I told him of my desire to do knife painting of an American Bald Eagle, he said “Show me the scribble first, then after my approval you could work on the canvas with the oil colors”. That’s precisely what prompted me to do the above scribble.

Nicholas Sparks Plays Your Emotions Like a Harp.

One of my friends gifted me the book, “A walk to remember”. Honestly, I am extremely fastidious when it comes to reading. Unless I am sure the book is interesting and the author is quite famous, I don’t feel the urge to touch the book. That’s because in the past, I have splurged away valuable time reading books that weren’t interesting or educating in any angle. The fear of being taken again for a ride still looms large in my head.

But when I read the blurb on the paperback, all things changed. It’s on the blurb that I discovered Nicholas Sparks was the one who wrote the books like Notebook, Rescue and The Bend in the Road. All of these books, I understand, are outstanding in their own league. When I realized this truth, the courage to spend time with the book, “A Walk to Remember” returned and I was left reading the book which later played on my emotions, literally.

If you thought Erich Segal’s Love Story was ultimate, wait till you read Nicholas Sparks ’ A Walk to Remember. It’s the storyline that suddenly disappears in the middle; you and the protagonist in the story really don’t know what to do till the end. You become as helpless as the hero, or as helpless as the heroine. Whatever, you remain literally helpless all through the book.

The story is so heart-tugging that with tears flowing down and soaking the tainted brownish papers of the book and emotions running amok, the only hope you could look to is – the author’s mercy.

So, next time you are close to a book shop and feel the urge to shop for a book, make sure its Nicholas Sparks' book. With his books there may not be much excitement but you'll never runout on emotional narratives.

Angels and Demons – A Fabulous Piece of Writing!

Angels and Demons probably is the second book of Dan Brown I have read so far. The first book, De Vinci Code, which had created a sort of a furor in the Christendom, was nothing less than a genius’ writings. No doubt, it bordered on some indecent themes involving Christian belief, but still the author’s ingenuity and his ability to fabricate a story that is a labyrinth of complexities is truly commendable.

After reading these two books, I could only marvel at Dan Brown’s ability to seamlessly merge the visible with the invisible, the factual with the imaginary, and the heavenly with the carnal. If ever I have to score him on a scale of ten, I would give him a perfect 10. His stories, which are mostly fictional, are woven into reality with such dexterity that often the slim dividing line between the real and the unreal seems missing.

Zooming in on the Angels and Demons, it has a plot that is gripping and action that’s racy. The story is of Robert Langdon, a symblogist from Harvard, who is drawn into a controversial occurrence at CERN laboratories, which is a hub of intellectuals. Here, Leonardo Vetra, a physicist of CERN, is found murdered with his chest seared with an ambigram by a long-forgotten group called illuminati. Later, Illuminati asserts responsibility for his killing and the kidnapping of four cardinals who come to Rome to be elected as the next pope after the mysterious death of the pope.

Not stopping with the kidnapping, Illuminati also issues an ultimatum that with each passing hour it would kill a cardinal. After the fourth cardinal is killed, Illuminati plans to reduce the Vatican City to rubble with its secret weapon “anti-matter” (which is more potent than the atomic bomb) which is planted at the core of the Vatican City. With time elapsing and the danger closing in on…and with only a few cryptic clues as leads, Robert Langdon’s chase against time and the deadly enemies of church is an amazing read. In short, Angels and Demons is spellbinding!

Currently, I am halfway through Dan Brown’s Digital Fortress and find it as exciting as his earlier books. I wonder why I haven’t read this author before.

A Serious Threat to M.F. Hussain

If looks had had the power to kill, I would have been dead long ago. Courtesy: Angelina Jolie ;)

Mauled by The White Tiger

Arvinda Adiga must be lustily basking in the aftermath of his success as the winner of this year’s booker prize. A feat, not everyone of his age would hope of, leave alone achieving it. Even though he has made his mark with his book, The White Tiger -- his writing style pales in comparison with the other Indian writers who won the same prestigious prize earlier.

Arundhati Roy the author of, “The God of small things”, who won the 1997 booker prize, is leaps and bounds ahead of Adiga with her shrewd imagination and riveting writing skill. Her English is simply impeccable and most of her writings reflect an IQ that probably crossed the 250 mark.

Salman Rushdie, the 1981 booker prize winner and also the booker of bookers’ prize winner, is undoubtedly one of the amazing writers of the century. His style is silky and subtle just like expensive wine that tastefully lingers on your tongue before sinking into the pits of the stomach.

Amitav Ghosh, who incidentally was a strong contender of the 2008 booker prize, writes a lot better than Adiga. His book, The Hungry Tide, the story of which is mostly set in the captivating and mysterious islands of Sunderbans, is worth a read.

Finally, talking about Adiga’s writing skills in relation to his other Indian counterparts, he lacks on several fronts. First, there’s no easy flow of the language, his sentences are like as if somebody had mutilated a body and then pieced it together. You could easily make out the marks, stitches and the ugly protrudings. Secound, he talks about an India that is literally non-existent. Imagine landlords having bonded labour in current days. Of course, there might be some scattered incidents here and there, but definitely not in the way Adiga describes. Third, the book details on squalor and filth. Paying very little attention to the other advancements India is known for like breakthroughs in Telecommunications, Information Technology, Rocket Science, Bio-Technology, Nano-technology, Pharmacy and more.

One reason why Adiga must have won the booker prize is that the judges, majority of who are from western countries, probably liked his intense hatred for India which is very well reflected in his writing. How else would a book like The White Tiger win a Booker Prize?

In The Tracks of R.K Narayan

The artist in me said, "Yes!" The soul stirred. The body obliged. The mind raced. The result...Calvin and Hobbes caught in their true colours!

Fountainhead- A Book That Remains Timeless

Howard Roark laughed.

That’s how the story of Ayn Rand’s book, Fountainhead begins. This book is like an invisible quagmire. First, looking at the sheer thickness of this volume, you would dread to read it. But once, you start, you are slowly enticed and drawn deeper. And there will come a time when you would want to stop but you won’t feel like doing it, because the story is a heady mix of acts of perfection against acts of mediocrity, triumph of truth over deception, and an indiscernible fight of the sensible against the senseless.

This book stands a constant reminder, to those whose goals are set bigger and higher, not to ever give up on their fight. Howard Roark’s character sparkles as a man of uncanny intellect and uncompromising standards. A man whose architectural abilities are so original and competent, that others fear his stay in the mainstream architecture a threat to their mediocre work. Amidst deceit, treachery, contemptuousness, Howard Roark, with his uncorrupt moral work values, rises from pits to glory like the phoenix from the ashes.

Moreover Ayn Rand’s portrayal of the characters in the book like Peter Keating, Ellsworth thoohey, Gail Wyand and others are depicted with such clarity, you could subconsciously pick out characteristics of these individuals among people you talk to. You could be saying to yourself. Hey! This guy is like Keating. Here’s a Thoohey. There goes a Wyand. It’s simply amazing as to how Ayn Rand has woven this intriguing story which is so profound.

Although the book was written more than 50 years ago yet the sheen of the story or the tendencies of the characters are unbound by time. Honestly, if I were to live my complete life and write a book like Fountainhead I would consider my life truly worth living.

Food for Thought

I loved this quote, thought I’ll share it with my readers!

We are all victims, Anselmo. Our destinies are decided by a cosmic roll of the dice, the whims of the stars, the vagrant breezes of fortune that blow from the windmills of the gods.

- A Final Destiny H.L Dietrich

A Smile That Woke Up My Past

It was a late evening when I was casually browsing the channels on TV that a movie on HBO caught my attention. I had a vague recollection that I had seen this movie many years ago. The recollection thickened as I saw a slim beauty stroll out of the building on to the balcony. The moment she flashed her smile, I knew the movie was Fair Game, and the actress, Cindy Crawford.

Way back during the college days, I was lost in her beauty so much so that every girl I glanced at, I would subconsciously compare her to Cindy Crawford. Sadly, nobody came close. The one who did come close was a senior copywriter of an ad agency, who was unfortunately married. (I mean fortunate for her!).

Talking about the movie, it had Alec Baldwin’s brother William Baldwin, who looked impeccably perfect with a lean body that seemed forever insatiable, and had a face that could have stopped thousand women in their tracks. God! How I wished I could have traded his body for mine then.

But, more than the cast, the movie had me intrigued with its plot. In 1995 (The time the movie was released), advanced electronic surveillance was something that was unheard of, especially in India. The KGB renegade, which is after Baldwin and Crawford in the movie, uses the latest gadgets to zero in on them. The movie zip zapped with a pace that kept a mounting pressure on the heart. With gadgets that could see through concrete to satellite controlling of a hotel’s locking system to electronically tracking a car on the road, it was a movie worth watching.

Even now when I watch the movie for the nth time, I still get goose bumps all over; But what actually blew me away then, were not the bombs in the movie, but the lethal and deadly smile of Cindy Crawford.

John C. Maxwell's Book

The other day, I was lazing around when my hands accidentally stumbled upon John C. Maxwell’s book, “The Power of Attitude and Thinking Big” – a compilation of positive statements from various influential leaders. Maxwell, who is better known for his book “The 21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership”, is an interesting writer whose forte lies in writing books that help individuals become effective leaders. Although most of his books carry different themes, they generally converge at one point – leadership.

“The Power of Attitude and Thinking Big” is one such small book replete with positive quotes good enough to ignite one’s passion to work on characteristics that build the leader within. As is evident, all distinguished leaders have traits that are not merely enviable but also worth emulating. Therefore, it’s important to build one’s character. This book eggs you on in this direction giving you inspiring quotes of Gandhi, Bernard Shaw, Theodore Roosevelt, Winston Churchill… and more.

One of the quotes that had a profound affect on me was Walt Disney’s “All our dreams can come true – if we have the courage to pursue them.” I like it because Walt Disney himself faced bankruptcy in business twice and was once even kicked out of a job for lack of ideas. But, as we know, today he is a superhero of kids, having built a mesmerising world like Disney Land. Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Goofy, and Pluto are all his creations, which every kid in every nook and corner of the world is familiar with.

So, when Walt Disney says pursue your dream…I’d rather not waste any more time…

Le Van Vu … A man with an indomitable spirit

Any book of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series is worth its weight in gold or possibly more. The reason for this is unlike myriad other paperbacks; these books tend to leave a lasting impression on the heart.

With interesting tales that are drawn from real life, one will find it a bliss to discover Chicken soup for the soul actually is a series not just one ad hoc book. From one of these books is the life story of Le Van Vu, a Vietnamese business man, whose hard work and determination has left an unfading impression on my heart.

Born in a wealthy family, Le Van Vu had everything going fine for him…but only for a short while. While he was still a teenager, his father was brutally murdered and all the wealth he thought he had, suddenly changed hands. With nothing to fall back on, his life was an indescribable struggle all through his academic years. After finishing his graduation as a lawyer, he started investing in real estate in the southern part of Vietnam to provide housing for the Americans during the wartime. Soon he became wealthy again.

On one of his business trips, when he was in the northern part of Vietnam; he was captured and incarcerated for aiding the Americans. But he miraculously escaped after killing five guards. When he returned to South Vietnam, he was again captured and put in prison stating that he was a plant from the north. After serving the sentence, he found himself poor again. But he rebuilt his empire strategically again. And when the Americans were leaving Vietnam he traded his entire fortune with them for a safe passage to Philippines. There, he was able to convince the president into letting him handle the fishing business. In a few years time, he developed the whole of the fishing belt in Philippines. But as luck would have it, he abandoned all his wealth in order to settle in America.

After sometime, he was so frustrated that he had to start all over again from the scratch again, he seriously contemplated suicide. But encouraged by his wife not to give up, he and his wife started working in a bakery. The bakery owner promised to sell them the bakery provided they pay a huge sum. The sum was so large that it meant sleeping in the bakery and eating bakery items for one full year. Which they did. Amazingly, after a year, they paid of the bakery owner and started churning in profits.
Today, as you could have guessed, Le Van Vu and his wife are multi-millionaires. No wonder his story touches many a fainting soul.

Winds of change

“Monsoon will reach on June 8” This is a subhead of a weather report that caught my attention in one of the dailies a couple of days ago. I am appalled at how the weather bureau could be so dead sure even about the date, when nine out of ten times they bungle up with the prediction of the rainfall itself. Sometimes you come across these predictions as so silly that you feel, you could do a better job by merely looking at the cloud patterns in the sky.

And imagine, someone actually paying the weather bureau to do this terrible work!

So, it’s not a surprise anymore when the weather report predicts a good rainfall and exactly the opposite takes place. When it says it’s going to be sunny all day, you can expect showers good enough to drench parks in the nearby vicinity. On the other hand, the weather bureau doesn’t flinch or even bat an eyelid when it knows the prediction has gone wrong for the nth time. Instead, it stubbornly puts forth few more predictions to cover up mistakes. Which, as we know, are bound to fail.

One fails to understand what technology goes into making predictions that are so preposterous and untrue. Furthermore, looking at all this, one might even think, things would improve if the officials actually start casting chits to predict weather. The following could be written on these chits: Rain, Sunshine and Chill. Whichever is picked up could be announced as the weather for that day. Thus, keeping the chances of a blunder somewhat to minimum.

Currently, the only worry that nags me is that the weather bureau is predicting a good rainfall this year. I am keeping my fingers crossed, hoping it would be right, at least… this time.

Deccan Chargers bowled out!

If one ever wishes to get depressed in life, one has to simply watch Deccan Charges play in the IPL matches. After watching them in action, you would immediately head towards Hussain Sagar or other available suicide points in Hyderabad to commit suicide. If there isn’t any sign of the cop, who keeps an eye on people contemplating suicide, you might even succeed in the mission and consider yourself fortunate. I say 'fortunate' because you don’t have to watch these pathetic players again. I mean…ever.

Deccan Charges, though the name suggests unceasing aggressiveness, is a team that primarily lacks self-confidence, secondly: competency, third: killer instinct, fourth : dynamism….the list goes on but I would like to stop here as I see two faces begging me to stop. The two faces are: Adam Gilchrist and Rohit Sharma. Of course, every now and then there are flashes of another face: Venugopal Rao.

There was some hope when Adam Gilchrist stepped into the shoes of the captaincy, while V.V.S Laxman stepped out of it, citing an injury (The best an incompetent captain does when failure stares in the face). But we soon realized even Gilchrist couldn’t work his magic as the damage was already done. The team had become a sort of expert at embracing defeat after defeat as if it had met some long-lost friends.

Despite Rohit Sharma’s fabulous knocks, Deccan Chargers still couldn’t manage wins. Leave alone the incompetence of the batsman, the team’s attitude in itself was a dampener. They always walked with drooping shoulders and we-will-definitely-lose attitude. With a mental approach like that nobody can help. Not even god!

With most of the matches now completed, it is quite evident that Deccan Chargers are bowled out of the semi-finals. The unstoppables (so inappropriately named) now have to stop and think whether its best continuing with cricket or pick up another sport of convenience.

The hiatus

Once more, blogging inconsistency has caught up on me. Blame it on lethargy or non-committal approach or sheer callous attitude, but the fact remains: I was non-existent on the net for some time.

Unlike a regular sequence, I miss my readers. I hope the coming days would give me more time to scribble my thoughts. I hope.

On writing a short story

Here is one of the short stories I have recently written.

Writing short stories is an inspiration I have drawn from Jeffrey Archer after I read his book “The 36 collected short stories”. Since most of his endings have a cute twist in the end, I tried to do something of that sort. I don’t know whether it worked or not? I guess I need to hear from you readers. Go ahead, happy Reading!

An encounter with a gorgeous beauty!

It was a cold night at the bar. Almost everyone had gone home. In the remote corner the bartender was serving someone vodka. I was playing with my whisky glass, not able to decide whether to walk home or to down another peg. Finally, I smacked the glass on the table for a refill. The bartender duly filled my glass. While I rolled my tongue in the whisky, my eyes wandered to a distant corner where one silhouette, that of a woman, was drinking something. I disembarked from my chair and ambled close to her. As I walked to her, her smile widened and her eyes invited me to the nearby cushioned chair. Mesmerized by her green bewitching eyes, and her perfect full-bodied figure, I sat myself. Although I was never good with ladies, I seemed to have a premonition that with this lady it would be an easy job.With a mystic smile she mischievously murmured, “You seem to be having trouble”. I asked her, “Are you some sort of a sorcerer?” To which she gave a disarming smile and said “I was just guessing”. Then the conversation flowed smooth as silk between us. I came to know she was new to the town. And was here two days ago and will return home at daybreak tomorrow. Sensing that once this gorgeous beauty slips away I may not ever see her, I invited her over to my place. She seemed reluctant, but later gave in with a wicked smile.

Once we reached home, I cleared the clutter on the table on which was some office files and few magazines. Then, with soft music flowing, lights dimmed to a gossamer shimmer, scented candles smoldering…the night was as romantic as one could imagine it to be. But sadly the night is always followed by day. And the day struck. It was as hurting as a knife being plunged into the chest. The parting was sorrowful. Since I didn’t want to watch her leave, I bid her goodbye and stepped into the restroom to shave. I heard her bangles tinkle, the dress ruffle, and footsteps fade away, while my heart swiftly melted within.After the lady left, I got ready for the office.It looks like ages, but it was only last evening that my boss had said, “Keep this with you today and get it to the office tomorrow” pushing across a thick file on which was the word “Confidential” marked in red ink. Later in the day, when I carelessly tossed the same file on the desk, our boss literally leapt out of his chair screaming, “Don’t ever take your eyes of this file, the competitors would do anything to get their hands on this”. I guess the boss is simply hypersensitive. Or else who would want to a pinch file? More importantly, how would they do it?

And once I turn in this so-very-important file of his today, I could relax, may be have a chilled beer or two. But primarily where’s this darn file? I recollect keeping it on this table. Hmm…on second thoughts, may be I must have left it on the fridge when I had my drink last evening. Gosh! It’s not here either. Where could it be? Where did it disappear? I am sure the file simply didn’t walk away from the house? With beads of sweat now forming quickly on my forehead I started to turn nervous. Then, I quickly recalled the importance of the file. My boss was very specific about its safety. Now I have misplaced it. How could I be so foolish? After nearly an hour long rummaging through the desks, cupboards, etc., it was visibly clear that the file went missing.

Then reality came flooding in. It was as if the whole room in which I stood was spinning when I knew how the file went missing. It was right there on the table when I returned home last evening. Only this morning it disappeared. What does it mean? With my pulsing racing and heart nearly stopping, it was stark clear who the culprit was…the green-eyed witch.

As I fell sobbing on the floor, another realisation struck me like a cold blast, the real culprit wasn’t of course the lady. Yes, it wasn’t the lady…but my adulterous heart.

The clipped wings

A dream I had when I was young
To soar the skies with wings
Flirt with clouds while birds sing
Make the red ball of fire my darling

Today, the dream lies crashed
As I lookup towards the sky guilt-ridden
Thinking of the mind that betrayed
And of the body that’s bed-ridden

Brand Equity Quiz 2008

The stage is on fire. The audience is in splits. The quiz master walks away with the applause. That’s a typical Brand Equity Quiz from The Economic Times which takes your IQ few notches up. If not, at least makes you feel that way. Whatever, one finally walks away from the venue with his head in the sky and with a feeling that the day is made. That’s precisely what happened at The Taj Deccan in Hyderabad on 28th March 2008, when Derek O Brien struck hearts with his perky remarks. I am an ardent fan of Derek, because he has a deadly sense of humor that catches people off guard. Or throws them off guard. Either way it’s hilarious to watch. Incidentally, I regret missing out on the last two years Brand Equity Quizes 2007 and 2006. By the time I realized the quiz was actually happening , it was over and gone! So, this time I kept track of it, and nailed it. I was there even before the quiz began, and was the last person to leave the venue, ensuring that I didn't miss out on the high voltage excitement.

With Derek, the excitement simply never stops. He comes up with lines that can slit one’s personality to ribbons while the audience is on the floor rolling with laughter. Of course, the guy who is getting whacked by his humour feels the other way. But then, what’s life if one can’t take a joke on himself every now and then? Besides, the rewards that kept flowing to the ones with the right answers in the audience would make anybody’s jaw drop. Talking of flowing…well there were bottles of Scotch, Whisky…etc as winners’ gifts apart from gifts like Nokia cell phone worth Rs. 15,000, a free air trip to anywhere in India, etc. Simply mind-blowing!

Every year, Derek, has a theme for the quiz and dons his dress in synch with the theme. This year, the theme was Hindi movies. The participating teams too were given names like “Sholay’ “Caravan” “Saudagar” “Anand” etc. Derek as always was dressed to kill aka the old Hindi filmi hero - Jitendra. He donned white Jeans; running through the loops was a three inch silver-studded belt. Along with it he wore a dazzling red shirt, which had red sparkling discs clinging. Moreover, tied around his neck was a huge polka-dotted handkerchief, that stuck out like a sour thumb, just like it did with the old actors. You can literally see Jitendra clinging on to Derek. Or maybe vice versa. Moreover, with the old songs like Dum Maro Dum….Mehabooba Mehabooba… being played in the background… The evening literally transported everyone into the late 70s.But the quiz brought us back into 2000s. So, it was like watching the past for sometime. And the present for sometime. The switch, however, was seamless. I knew most of the answers in the quiz. Then, I was wondering why I didn’t ever think of participating. Maybe I should. Maybe I shouldn’t. I guess I need time to think on that. Time like one year...Until the next Brand Equity Quiz

Businessworld and Outlook at Reliance Fresh

Shopping for vegetables has never been on my agenda. But marriage sure can change priorities in men. Moreover, men are not courageous enough to complain or skip the shopping routine. One glance from the lady and the husband could freeze in his tracks. And mind you, that’s not because of the air-conditioning but the cold stare that could be anything from -5 degrees to -200 degrees.

As for me, I am still in the process of mastering the skill of avoiding that gaze. Anyway if the wife is a good cook and asks to tag along to Reliance Fresh, one shouldn’t mind hopping there to pick his choice of vegetables- which later could turn out to be a delicious dish at home. Since my wife is a good cook, I don’t mind tagging along.

But what took me by surprise at the Reliance Fresh is the wide assortment of products. The name is rather misleading. Anybody would think the store offers only fresh vegetables. But there are lots of other things too at Reliance- if not fresh. From cooking pans to bone china to kitchen towels to shaving creams to magazines…you have everything.

Yes, you have heard it right. Magazines. I was surprised too! In fact there are all kinds of magazines. The girlie ones and the macho ones. Femina, FilmFare, Wow, Outlook, Businessworld… Besides, I like the way Businessworld is written. I was a regular subscriber of it. Of late, the subscription expired and I was not able to get it renewed for the simple reason that I lost the contact number of the person who renewed it last year. So the reminisces of old times hit me hard whenever I go there. And I immediately buy a Businessworld for old times sake. Now, even if the onus of accompanying my wife to Reliance Fresh does fall on me, I wouldn’t mind because I have a hoard of magazines at Reliance to lean on.

Random afterthoughts of Easter

Belated Happy Easter! Another year has passed by. What have I done to appease my Savior? The heart sincerely craves to do more for the lord. But the flesh insincerely gives in to the worldly pleasures. Torn immensely between these two, I hardly have the assuring peace of god at heart. And when I read Oswald J. Smith’s book, The Man God Uses… it’s like the Lord’s booming voice asking me, “Where are you?” as it did to Adam when he ate the forbidden fruit. Here’s a poem by Oswald J. Smith that keeps knocking on my heart’s door and keeps reminding me of God's call.

Have you heard the Master’s Call?
Will you go, forsaking all?
Millions still in sin and shame
Ne’er have heard the Savior’s name.

Some may give and some may pray
But for you He calls to-day;
Will you answer: “Here am I,”
Or must Jesus pass you by?

Have you heard their bitter cry?
Can you bear to see them die,
Thousands who in darkest night
Never yet have seen the light?

Soon ‘twill be too late to go
And your love for Jesus show,
Oh, then quickly speed away,
Tarry not another day.

What if you refuse to go?
Someone then will never know
Of the Saviour kind and true
And the blame will rest on you.

Will you, then, forsaking all
Gladly heed the Master’s Call,
Answer quickly, “Lord, send me!
To the lands beyond the sea?”

Jeffrey Archer’s 36 Collected short stories

The other day when I was at Abids, I struck a bad bargain. The book, The Collected Short Stories of Jeffrey Archer, which I could have bought at fifty rupees I bought it for seventy rupees. After I struck the deal, there was remorse written all over my face. How can I make such a foolish mistake? Then I pondered over what the lost twenty rupees could have bought me - four Reader’s Digests! And moreover you don’t go to Abids every other day to buy books. The thought was recurrent. But the penalty seemed final.

Anyway, when I completed reading four or five stories, I didn’t actually mind losing that twenty Rupees. I felt the book truly deserved it. The book was a treasure chest of stories that carved a special place in my heart. Each story was a masterpiece. Each story was written with a flow that good writers would burn with envy. Jeffrey Archer sure knows how to take you through a thick maze of mystery without hurting your emotions. Even if he does, it is in a class of his own!

With his story in the book like “The Steal” where the two professors both husband and wife go on a hunt for a carpet in Turkey and finally end up with two rich clowns countering their every move, or in the story, "Just good friends" where the ending takes you by complete surprise…Jeffrey Archer knows the pulse of the reader. He can make it race faster or make it stop... I mean for a short time, it depends on his mood! And you are at his mercy!

Sidney Sheldon - The master story teller

Honestly, nobody writes like Sheldon. His plots are so tight and so enticing; reading his works is like going on a roller coaster ride. One moment you are tumbling down at great speeds towards gravity, the other moment you are climbing up against it. Sheldon plays with your emotions, literally. Once he has your attention, he becomes the master who commands your emotions; while you become a slave willing to obey master’s each command. At the end, you can’t but marvel the skill and the expertise of the writer. Few writers match his style.

But still, I wonder why many don’t consider Sidney Sheldon a good writer. In fact, the movie, The Fugitive, in which Harrison Ford plays a lead role, is based on one of Sheldon’s book, The Naked Face. The movie went on to become an international blockbuster. But only few know who’s behind that gripping script. What’s more, we are all familiar with the TV series “I Dream of Genie” and marvel at the brilliant genie, who by the blink of her eyes, does wonders for her master. But how many of us really know that the script is actually done by Sheldon?

Sheldon, with his inimitable style of writing, has in fact given the world some finest literary pieces. His name will forever be frozen in time. Just like his classics The Naked Face, Windmills of God, Master of the Game and The Rage of Angels.

Although he has left this world, his works - in the hearts of millions of his readers - will remain as vibrant and as alive as they have been before . Hats off to the master story teller!

Reader’s Digests at throw away prices

I was planning to pay a visit to Abids on a Sunday (Where one finds books at shockingly low prices) but was unable to do it because of my hectic Sunday schedules. But last Sunday, was one of those rare ones where I had plenty of time on hand. So, I decided to pay a visit to Abids. For a booklover like me, going to Abids is like a glutton going to a feast. The books make me salivate!

For these vendors too Sundays are like festivals. It colors their lives -- as the Sunday market throngs with booklovers for whom cost is not an inhibiting factor if the book of their choice is on the racks. These vendors know this fact and play their cards close to their chest. Furthermore, they are well-versed with almost all the good authors and won’t part with a book from a good author easily. The reader has to pay a price (which is usually less than what you pay at Shoppers’ stop or other big bookstores) before deciding to take home the prized possessions. Since it is usually a win-win situation nobody is complaining.

Actually, the thought struck me quite late in the evening to pay a visit to Abids. So I hurried to net my catch before the sun went down. I was walking along the pedestrian path when my glance fell on a Reader’s Digest. It was the latest issue February 2008. Hoping that it would cost a bomb I asked the vendor, “How much?”. He said, “Dus rupai” I was taken aback. A 50 Rupee magazine for 10 Rupees? Then, trying to stretch my luck a little further, I picked up an old issue of Reader’s Digest and asked him, “How much for this?” He said “Panch Rupai”. I silently took out a wad of ten rupee notes and handed him sixty five rupees for twelve Reader’s Digests books. Once the deal was struck, I went all the way laughing to my home. I guess only Hyderabad can offer so much..... for so little.

A book by Mark H. McCormack

I don’t know what I did to deserve a fabulous book like “What they don’t teach you at Harvard Business School” by Mark H. McCormack. But still someone gifted it to me. At first, I thought this must be one of those run-of-the-mill books which try to gain publicity by taking digs at Harvard Business School. But once I read the book, I realized I was wrong.

Mark H. McCormack comes across as an amazing business strategist in book and otherwise. He didn't study at Harvard Business School but wrote a book, the Harvard students would die to write. If not the Harvard students, at least I would die to write a book like that. This book packs in absolutely invaluable tips on handling and improving business. With practical examples he proves the effectiveness of his business approach. And one cannot ignore his advice on crucial business issues.

Related to this, I would like to share a business issue he so deftly handled. One of his staff was ready to leave McCormack’s agency to join another. Everyone was worried that with him, this employee would take important information concerning certain clients since he had access to all office files. The situation was more like the devil and the deep sea. Nothing could have been done without hurting the sentiments of someone. But McCormack’s cleverly sent him off on a tour to some other place for two days. While he was away he changed the locks and put in new locks restricting access to the files. Then, carefully ensured that all the important information is kept away from this employee’s reach. On returning, the employee was fired.

That is Mark H. McCormack for you. Shrewd as a wolf.

He goes on to give many such tidbits of good advice which can be easily implemented while conducting business. So, if you are a business head or an entrepreneur, you simply can’t miss out on this business savvy individual’s book. Go, buy one today!

O. Henry – An author with an unusual twist in his plot

If I were to coin a phrase I would coin it as, “If you haven’t read O. Henry, You haven’t read anything at all”. Of course, and would have dedicated the phrase to this same, wonderful writer. I came across this genius writer when I was in school. Fortunately, one of his works with the title, “The ransom of the Red Chief” crept into our English text book then. After I read his work, I fell in love with his fascinating sense of humor, especially, with his unexpected endings. The more I read his works, the more I liked the author. Although his English seems to be quite outdated when compared to the present times yet it doesn’t fail to deliver the rib tickling, creative, power-packed punch.

Furthermore, not all his stories are laced with humor; some have a very touching, tragic ending. Besides, his stories had such a profound affect that some of the 60’s and 70’s bollywood directors shamelessly copied them. I still remember an incident from – I don’t know which movie it was - where Rakesh Roshan sells his only guitar to buy a shirt for Rishi kapoor and Rishi kapoor sells his only coat to a buy the guitar’s string for Rakesh Roshan, this is a straight lift from one of O. Henry’s stories. No wonder plagiarism seems to be an inherited trait with the Indian directors.

Coming back to O.Henry and his works, here are some of the stories I liked the most: The Ransom of the Red Chief, The Last Leaf, After Twenty Years, Compliments of the Season, The Romance of the Busy Broker, From the Cabby’s Seat and The Cop and the Anthem. Go ahead, buy yourself O. Henry’s 100 selected stories (which is easily available in any boookstore) and have a relaxed and enjoyable reading.

The blog that struck a nervous chord in me!

It was an amazing blog. I won’t mention whose it is, but would give you a clue – he is a prolific Indian writer whose works at times feature in top Indian magazines. Earlier, he was with The Indian Express, I am not sure whether he still works for it or not (I got to check this one out). But whatever, one should read his blog; his style is simple yet lively; philosophical yet downright silly; uncomfortable yet lovey-dovey.

Besides, he has an excellent knack of bringing to life mundane things that we tend to forget once the sun sets over the horizon. Like meeting a child on a street. Or a conversation with his ex-flame. Or explaining the way Bengalis live . He pokes fun, but educates. He also scripts poems! That too in a style that is completely arresting. With an ending that is totally unsuspecting.

After going through his blog I got nervous. Nervous to an extent that I am now fearful of writing anything. With such big fish in the waters, who needs a small fry like me?

A visit to Crossword at Shoppers’ Stop

I have heard a lot about Crossword – the book store at Shoppers Stop – but I never actually found time to visit it. Yesterday, I have been to Begumpet on an office assignment, and could squeeze just enough time to pay a visit. But I was surprised. I thought the store would be a huge one with tons of books from this end to that end. What I found in fact was a small corner inside Shoppers’ Stop visibly marked with black and yellow stickers on which was written Crossword. Surprisingly, the collection too was very limited. The write-ups and advertisements sure have fooled a lot of innocents like me into believing Crossword to be a big bookstore. Nevertheless whatever collection was there, was pretty good.


There were books by Paul Theroux, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Pico Iyer, Salman Rushdie, Wilbur Smith, Tom Clancy, John Grisham, Jefrrey Archery and more. Of late, I have become a big fan of Paul Theroux whose travel writings have inspired many a writer’s soul. Another book which seems to be making ripples in the market and on which I would like to lay my hands is The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. I heard the book is applauded across the world and is now being shot into a movie. It’s a story about friendship between a wealthy Afghan youth and a servant’s son. Talking about Afghan, I am half way through Frederick Forsyth’s, The Afghan, and find it quite gripping. Maybe, if I complete it today, I will go and purchase The kite runner tomorrow.

Salar Jung Museum – Anybody’s favorite tourist spot

The other day I had another good opportunity to visit Salar Jung Museum. No matter how often I visit this place, my eyes are hungry for more. The rare collection, the unmatched sculpting, the amusing ivory works…will leave anyone thinking. Thinking hard as to how Salar Jung III managed to collect so many articles? And what really ignited his passion do this?

In fact, some inside stories have it that the collection has greatly dwindled down because of few unscrupulous elements in the museum who sold some items for personal gains. Even I have noticed that there were some small daggers with gemstones on the handles on my earlier visit, which I found missing on my recent visit. I wonder if someone is responsible for it or if they have been simply sent somewhere else with the museum’s permission. Anyway, it was truly a heartwarming experience for me to watch the ancient splendor carefully stocked for public viewing. Apart from the sculptures Rebecca’s veil and Mephistopheles, what caught my interest was the Ivory room. I was completely surprised to note that there was an ivory mat. I mean a mat woven out of ivory. Amazing, isn’t it? At Salar Jung Museum, one will never fail to notice such trivial but unusual things, which later gently gnaw one’s imagination.

Another added attraction was the food court. Maybe it was there when I last visited the museum, but I didn’t notice it. This time, as I was famished to the bone, I ventured into it to grab a bite. It was a neat place with seemingly piping snacks, where I, along with my stomach, indulged fully, caring nothing for stuff like B.P, Sugar etc.

Unlike other places, where the security personnel rough you up caring two hoots about you, the museum security guards were very polite. The premises were well-maintained with proper electronic surveillance in place. If you have any foreigner visiting you in Hyderabad, the first thing you must show the foreigner is - Salar Jung Museum so you can have a definite impressive head start.

The "timeless" Hyderabadis!

Hyderabad is shockingly amusing. It is a place, where one can leisurely watch time slip by or notice grass grow or catch snails crawling. Nobody actually seems to be in a hurry. For those who are sticklers for punctuality, Hyderabad is a place that has to be avoided like smallpox. As most people in Hyderabad go to offices as late as 11 in the morning and return as early as 3 in the afternoon. In case the workload is slightly heavy, a true Hyderabadi, while snickering will put in two more extra hours, and brag about how much hard he had to work at the office.

As far as the fortunate ones with a government job are concerned, god bless them, they can actually choose their own time to go to office. Moreover whether it’s an officer or a peon in the government department, you will often find them arriving as per their convenience and very rarely according to the convenience of the others.

I still vividly recall an incident at a government office, where the officer was eagerly waiting for the peon to arrive in the morning, so he can send him to get some photocopies. A clear indication that although the Nawabs who ruled Hyderabad have long disappeared, the Nawabi lifestyle is yet to completely rid the lives of Hyderabadis.

But even with all the idiosyncracies of Hyderabadis, Hyderabad still is a place that is synonymous with warm hospitality, mouthwatering cuisine and exotic tourist spots. No wonder Hyderabad remains enigmatically attractive to many a tourist, even with its exasperating laid back lifestyle.

Celtics and Barcelona battle it out on the field

Indians seem to be hooked to cricket in one way or the other. So much so that you can find out if there is a match going on on TV or not by simply looking at the crowds that gather at wayside shops with a TV. Cricket for Indians seem to be a religion where men - irrespective of caste and creed - come to the TV altar with prayers. But unlike most, somehow I love watching football and basketball more than cricket. In fact, I was pleasantly surprised to come across the UEFA Champions league match between Celtics and Barcelona on TV. Barcelona has long been and still is my favorite.

With three globally famous players Henry, Messi and Ronaldinho playing as forwards in the Barcelona team, the Celtic team was visibly feeble in comparison. Ironically, Celtics scored a fine goal in the first quarter leaving everyone dumbfounded at the ease with which they scored. But the celebrations lasted only for a short while, when Messi equaled it with a powerful shot. The fight for dominance continued all along with Celtics scoring a goal again and Barcelona following it up with another. As usual Ronaldinho’s amazing passes and footwork kept the other team constantly on tenterhooks. No wonder he was constantly surrounded with at least two to three opponents. Henry’s composed yet graceful play brought a definite charm apart from a goal. Deco and Puyol too made their contributions which put the team on a better ground towards the end.

The game was truly gripping till the final whistle was blown. Barcelona won the match hands-down. The result anybody would have guessed. But what was unpredictable was the delightful play from both sides. Now, having tasted the blood of UEFA Champions league matches, I am eagerly looking forward to watching Barcelona team make mincemeat of other teams.

Losing 200i w Sony Ericsson

Just the other day, I talked about how much I enjoyed my 200i w Sony Ericsson. Unfortunately, today I lost it. I don’t normally lose things. This is one of those freak unfortuntate incidents. Now, I realise how dearer my phone was to me with all those numbers of relatives, clients and friends.

It totally was a freak incident since I sent an SMS and casually tossed the phone beside me in the auto, thinking I’ll pick it up afterwards. But I was so engrossed in thoughts; I simply got out of the auto, paid the auto guy, and walked away leaving my phone in the auto. Later, when I tried calling my number, it was switched off. It is downright depressing to know that some people are willing to keep things that don’t really belong to them.

Now, I can ony hope that some great miracle happens and my phone is restored back. But honestly, in this totally twisted world you can’t believe in angels. Can you? Maybe. But looks like the one who pinched my phone doesn’t definitely come under this category.

Buying a 200i w Sony Ericsson to make life easy.

I was having a harrowing experience with my cell phone which was working according to its will rather than mine. Since it was a present from my brother who went abroad, I wasn’t ready to easily discard it. But then the other day it gave so much trouble, I decided to a buy a new one.

The thought of owning a new phone actually sent a small chill up my spine. Of course, the malfunctioning of the present phone had something to do with it. But then again the anticipation of having a good eyeful of those interesting gadgets too played on the beat of my pulse. Unfortunately, I am a dimwit when it comes to electronic equipment. So, I sought the help of a cousin in picking up a 200i w from the Sony Ericsson series. Sony Ericsson phones have always appealed to me. Somehow I am carried away by this brand which makes the other brands look small and inadequate.

This piece - 200i w is not heavily loaded on the features side but then it is enough for my current needs. Small and sleek, it can hold around 500 songs, has a radio and internet connectivity, and an up gradable memory. Moreover what really floored me was the color of the cell phone. It is black as a charcoal with a fine subdued glint of a pearl.

Now, that I have this new phone, I really don’t know whom to call. Maybe I should try calling myself and see if the phone jams. ;)

Thank you, Mr. Blogger

One might find it amusing but it is true. This blog idea is not my own, rather a borrowed one. One day I was casually surfing through the net when I chanced upon a blogger who had more than 100 posts. On one hand each post made lot of sense; on the other hand the topics were well-timed. I wondered at his crisp, easygoing writing style, more so at his passion to keep on posting year after year. His commitment rings loud and clear through his postings.

That sparked my passion to blog. Although I would like to post more blogs like him, I always seem to run out of steam. By the time I sit in front of the computer at the end of the day, I am dog-tired and hardly have the energy to go on. But I guess this happens to him as well, because I have noticed his writing style go little haywire every now and then. But I haven’t seen him give up on posting. I guess that is what sets apart the achievers from the dreamers.

I have read in one of his postings that he even keeps a book handy to write in from time to time new topics which he could use on the blog. Very thoughtful, isn’t it? His style too is down-to-earth and usually throws light on things which everyone takes for granted. He is got the eye for detail. With lines that are often laced with witty sarcasm, he always makes sure his point is driven home.

I am just keeping my eyes open for more such writers. And regarding the one who has inspired me much, I can only say…Thank you, Mr. Blogger.

A day out at the Hyderabad exhibition

Ever since I quit my job and started out on my own, life has been one exciting tiresome journey. Actually with a move like that, I thought I would have huge chunks of time which I would fill in with lot of exciting things, but it proved otherwise.

With my time now finely split among several clients, I hardly have time for myself. So, it came as a pleasant surprise when I found that I actually had time to visit the exhibition with my wife. The exhibition at Hyderabad, which happens once every year during the months of December, January and February, is quite reputed. The vendors who set up stalls at this place come from places as far as Jammu and Kashmir in the north and Kanya kumari in the south. So, imagine the diversity of products and services that Hyderabadi people get to see.

The moment I stepped into the exhibition, I immediately felt one with the flashing lights, bustling crowds, announcements on the blaring loud speakers and familiar chants of the vendors beckoning your attention. The jewelery and the bangle stalls made me feel as though I was walking the busy streets of Baghdad. But shockingly the prices were outrageous.

But still, I bought a couple of household things. A shawl for my mom and a kurta for my dad. Silk scarfs for my aunt. A nice handbag and a couple of dresses were what my wife got. As for me, I had other plans to spend my money on -Like getting on the Giant Wheel. But to my dismay my wife said she would immediately go home if I tried to do something like that.

So even though I have enjoyed stalking the stalls late into the night at the exhibition, my dream to get on the Giant Wheel still remains elusive. I am actually planning to sneak away to the exhibition once again, as soon as my wife is off to complete her PhD. What do you say?

"The monk who sold his Ferrari " fails to impress me

I am very choosy when it comes to reading books. This probably is one of the reasons why I don’t read every book that I come across. After a lot of deliberation, I convince myself by actually leafing through a couple of pages before contemplating on owning a book. Only when the author’s style, clarity in presentation and storyline impress me, I think of purchasing it.

So, when everyone was raving about Robin S. Sharma’s book, "The monk who sold his Ferrari”, I had my own apprehensions hidden at the back of my mind.. Now after completing the reading of the book, I am quite convinced it is a pure dud. I believe the book is crammed with a lot of mumbo-jumbo that really doesn’t work in the present system. The logical reasoning Julian delivers to his subordinate lawyer is down right silly at times.

I think Indians have taken to this book for the simple reason that there is a lot of praise on the East. Indians are good at resting on their past laurels as most of them still believe in sages having super natural powers that enable to live for more than 1000 years.

Wake up Indians. Get a life!

Ratan Tata on a path breaking "car" ride

I don’t go nuts over cars. But I guess Ratan Tata’s Tata Nano is here to drive lot of people nuts. The huge price-shrink in the car has caught everyone positively lulling over the price. Especially the middle class, which I presume is abundant in India.

But as far as the other car manufacturers are concerned, they are simply lapping the news with popping eyes and gaping mouths. Knowing they are almost done to death, they are involving in something most Indians are good at – mud slinging. But Ratan Tata with his usual grace seems to be unfettered. He challenges the competitors to fight a manly fight where it is truly worth battling – The market.

The Nano with its sleek look packs in features which involve common sense like tubeless tyres, single wind shield wiper and a rear engine.

With the Nano hitting the roads sometime late this year, I guess it will be a good bye, in other words, "ta ta" to other cars.

Amar Chitra Comics – A treasure trove of inspiring stories.

As grownups, I think everyone of us misses his/her childhood days. I wish I were once again a child dashing through the school corridors yelling out loud caring two hoots for the students or the teachers. The very memoirs gently pull on the heart strings turning me nostalgic and misty eyed.

As a child, what I enjoyed the most was reading comic books which my brother used to bring home tucked under his arm from Ajantha library which was close by. My elder sister, my younger brother and I used to fondly look forward to his return. We would keep guessing what he would bring home whether it is going to be a Tintin or an Asterix or a Phantom or a Mandrake or simply an Amar Chitra Comic book.

Among all, I liked Amar Chitra comics a lot. Stories culled out of the Hindu Mythology have always fascinated me. And still remain to fascinate me though the belief of reality eludes me.

So, my joy knew no bounds when I stumbled upon a book store in a book fare, which had a large collection of Amar Chitra comics. Joyously I gave myself the liberty of picking up as many as I could with whatever money was left in my wallet. I am glad I did that, because now I can look forward to spending some quality time reading my favorite books – Amar Chitra Comics - and relive those good old school days.

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Making a hundred resolutions for this year is my first resolution

After going through a couple of "The chicken soup for the soul" books, I am quite convinced anyone can achieve anything. If one steadily works towards the goal without ever losing sight, one can turn his/her dreams into realities, literally. This is what I purposefully plan to do this year.

Moreover, I know making 100 resolutions isn’t a cake walk. So, I asked my wife to think up some artistic resolutions which she finds are the best. I handed a similar request to some select friends of mine who fortunately or unfortunately have my best interests at heart.

Over the years, I have tried my hand at myriad things. Be it, playing chess (where I have actually won prizes), basketball, and gymnastics on the sports side or simply garnering a variety of degrees for pure fun of being dubbed an academician or picking up foreign languages like French and Spanish…you can say I have been there, done that.

This year too I plan to include some exciting stuff while making my resolutions. Stuff like paragliding, speed boating, trekking… and so on. I have even identified the places where these things are easily doled out. Who knows, with the things that I have in mind this year might just turn out to be better than 2007.

By lanes and by lanes.

Life is full of odd twists. 31st December 07 was one such day which had its sway in full vigor. From dawn to dusk I found myself riding life's roller coaster at full throttle. Although I cautiously planned my itinerary quite early to Raichur, Karnataka, my in-laws place, yet everything was thrown out of gear with an unexpected client's call. As this client is someone on whom a major portion of my business hinged, I was left with no alternative but schedule a meeting with him. Clients being clients, with a disarming smile he delivered an invisible punch by asking me to complete some of his work before evening. I promised it would be done, with a desperate hope that God would work a miracle.

I immediately rushed home to catch up on domestic matters with regard to my leaving Hyderabad. The laundry man was missing. The heap of unironed dresses was staring at me. Then there were these CDs which were to be copied. I simply gave up on the job as my wife gave a spine chilling stare. Initially, we planned to go by bus. With time playing a cruel game we decided to catch the train instead. The last train to Raichur was around 5.25 from Nampally. I just had half an hour to rush to the station; moreover there was no reservation for us.

Perilously, we zigzagged through the thick Hyderabad traffic in an auto. Scooted to the ticket counter and bought tickets. And were just in time to clamber on to the whistling train. Having made it to the station on time both of us heaved a sigh of relief. All through the journey I was busy screaming orders to my team to get our clients work done. Afterwards, we stared at each other blankly. After a few more hours, my wife smiled. Extending her hand wished me a Happy New Year, and then it finally dawned on me that I had entered into the year 2008.