The Verdict:A Stable Governance

Being an ardent follower of Indian Politics, I know how much I have missed the heat of action sitting far away (and more so of first time missing my chance to exercise my power). But if I didn't reach political action this time, it surely got hold off me.  Declarations such as "First Dalit PM" or freak rumors of Amisha Patel contesting LS seat -  the great Indian political circus has never been more entertaining. With each and everyone, with  remote connection to Indian politics, harboring dreams of being the PM this elections were surely going to be a blockbuster.

With the results out now, it seems like the magician has pulled out a bear instead of the proverbial rabbit. Congress has not only surprised all others but also its own leaders. Never would have they imagined of getting in to absolute power. Though I am not a particular fan of congress and its (dynasty) policies but am much more relieved and happy at the prospect of having a stable government for the next five years. No more demanding allies. No more "not in the government but always in decision/policy making" parties. There is less clutter now and almost all unwanted noise in terms of smaller regional parties with their own selfish motives are wiped off. The Indian voter has definitely voted ,if not for anything else, for stability. And above everything else, am more happy that the Left didn't get it right. It's high time that they change their archaic communist views which have been disowned by their fellow commarades all across the world.

As far as BJP is concerned, am sad for them. But they need to learn from congress that the Indian media is out for sale and you need to be the highest bidder. Cause I fail to understand  how is BJP blamed squarely for 2002 and Congress has a clean chit on 1984. How is talking about majorities is termed being communal and appeasing minorities is termed secular? How is one person incidentally belonging to a particular family is easily projected as the next PM and then a whole world of lies about charisma and leadership is built around him. And this media favoritism is now more essential for the BJP at the time when Advani will no longer be the face of the party.

But the man of the moment, or should I say the king of the moment is Dr. Singh. Singh is King! and yes he is. But this time he has more to do. No excuses of being tied down by allies will work. No excuses of being accommodating on important cabinet berths will work. No excuses of being lax on reforms and slow on decision making will work. This nation gave you 5 years, and is giving you 5 more. Last time around you might be accidental PM but this time people have voted for you. And am sure no one will understand more than you about the great phrase "With great powers; comes great responsibility"

 

looking forward,
Neo.

Happy Diwali!!!

It's true, when they say that humans are the most adoptable species. From the once sparkling Diwali with near ones to a rather dull Diwali with acquaintances -  I have come a long way. Last time around was the first when I experienced the inexperienced. So this time, I want to to embrace it with open arms and take whatever its brings along.

“There is not enough darkness in all the world to put out the light of even one small candle”

Here's wishing all my readers, friends and family a very Happy Diwali and a very very prosperous New Year ahead.

 

lighting,
Neo.

RED @ Wall St.

In my numerous walks around the streets of New York, I have been dutifully capturing the Big Apple's charm. Not for a moment, I thought that this picture would tell a story one day i.e. Today - One of the worst days witnessed by Wall St. Its Red all over and its still not over.

Gordon said Greed is Good. And the guys at the Wall St. swore by it. So, now we have a Mr. Lehman falling down with many more to follow.

Author of one of my favorite comic strip Calvin Hobbes,Bill Watterson, said “To make a business decision, you don't need much philosophy; all you need is greed, and maybe a little knowledge of how the game works.” Am sure that this sarcasm was taken a bit too seriously by these folks.

Isn't it easy to understand the immortal words of the great Gandhi - “There is enough in the world for everyone's need, but not enough for everyone's greed.”

Seeing Red,
Neo.

Attention: Virus Alert

A virus is spreading and how. Already 60 million of computers have been affected; albeit unknowingly!!!!!!!

PLEASE BE VERY CAREFUL: I, a victim, am writing this message today, though they launched the virus almost a year back.

This virus spreads itself by luring the customer with its redesigned user interface and visual style. It promises of enhanced security and safety like never before. The virus is so advanced that it has segmented its customers and spreads in various editions keeping in mind the profile of its host. Indeed, it has "Long Horns" to kill your system. It inserts those sharp horns in to your system resources and render you at its mercy.The most common modus operandi of this virus is to ship itself with new computers!!!! The customer is unaware of the fact that he is buying an infected machine. While some vigilant customers are aware of this and refrain from buying new machines infected with this deadly virus, but there is little choice. That is the nexus this virus has built for itself.

And it doesn't stop here. if you think that the maximum damage this virus will do is to push you to format your hard disk and start all over again. Simple, isn't it?. But only if it was that simple. The virus will load again, disguising as the the most secured and advanced OS, and this time you will be installing it with your own mouse clicks.

That is when you realize "The Matrix" in which you are hopelessly stuck. You can get out of it, by degrading (in fact it would actually be upgrading) to previous versions or better, opting for others. But it takes some one like "The One" to get out of this illusion of the matrix. Many (which includes yours truly) still succumb to the baneful virus. Slowly, starting to live with the virus. Slowly, getting adapted to its vagaries which it brings along. Slowly, getting used to its sluggishness. Slowly, getting adjusted to its annoyance.

It's most likely that while you are reading this, the virus might be regaling in your system. Hogging on to precious resources such as RAM and CPU time. And if you have still not figured out the virus - its very much possible as you might be hopelessly hooked on it - it is popularly known as Vista.

 

Victimized,
Neo.

(To give you some perspective, I have a laptop with vista home premium pre installed. The OS is nothing but flimsy. And did I tell you that I had to format my 250 gig loaded hdd recently because of some incompatible vista update downloaded automatically!!!!!!!!! )

Old Songs

I generally have fancy for new songs. I am all ears (pun intended) to new music and always in look out for new songs. Songs which enthrall me. Songs which catch my attention. Songs which move me. Songs which convey much more than what's written. Songs which I like to stay with. Probably forever..... only if could stop new songs from releasing.

But the beauty of music is that it is eternal. No matter how speedily I cling to new songs, I never seem to forget old ones. They are not on top of my mind, but its there stacked in some gray cell of mine. And with that song, is stacked a memory. Memory of the times when I stayed with that song. The phase of my life which got stamped with that song. Probably that's why they build an iPod with enough space to carry your music and an interesting play mode called shuffle. So now when the random play mode picks up a song ,which got buried in my mental music treasure, lost faint memories are flashed back. Memories are dusted off and a vivid picture of old times is painted across. Is it what they call Nostalgia? I think so.....

Sometimes you stay with songs. Most of the times, songs stay with you.

listening,
Neo

P A R T I N G

Parting is painful, to say the least.
Words, its seems, are getting paralyzed by this emotion.

Meanwhile, I will just borrow these and get solace from them:
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

separating,
Neo

Miss-ing You!!

Restaurants' yell "The food's here but where's the taste"
The beach squalls "The sand's here but names have erased"
New Beauty cries "I have lost my charm"
Hand mourns "There's none in my arm"
Cellphone squawks "I don’t ring much"
My friends say "Solitude is such"
24 Karat whines "I have lost my shine"
Methinks I have lost a part of mine
The winds which blow Westward
Your name, it seems, they have whispered
Sky's bright but am all blue
The least I say is "I Miss You"

lonely,
Neo

India: Young @ 60

A time has come to celebrate our Independence. But unlike every other 15th of August, this marks a milestone. It’s a date when India turns 60. 60 years of remarkable journey, to say the least. After all, how do you describe a journey from a country being called as a land of snake charmers to a nation which houses the world's largest democracy.

The general debate might hang on the point that our nation is now a sixty year old grumpy uncle and its time to sum up the life lived. But I beg to differ. While most of us are tagged as Senior Citizens at 60, it doesn’t even remotely apply to countries. Just the thought that my dad is older than the country he leaves in; intrigues as well as amuses me to no extent. I think the age of a country is best measured in decades or better in centuries. In those terms, a 6 decades old country is a child who has learned to express himself in a chaotic world, which has had enough of baby steps and is now ready to take giant strides. India is a young and "a raring to go" nation like never before in its ancient history.

Success has different interpretations, and my friends will agree. The fact is undisputed that India is one of the fastest growing economies in the world. Also, no one can deny that the potential remains far from being realized.

But for today let us bask in the glory of our great Nation that we admire and adore immeasurably.

It’s been 60 years of life and freedom since we redeemed our pledge. And now we stand on a place in time where we are poised, all over again, for a tryst with destiny.

Saluting,
Neo

101 Not Out !!!!!!!!!

After beating around the nineties for quite some time, I finally raise my keyboard with a sense of pride. I know it has been a slow and unsteady century but only if I could control my thoughts.

It has been a long journey. A journey which started out of fascination and exploration - has now acquired a purpose. And while I was alone to start out, people have gathered to have a look at my trail.

Today, while I celebrate, I also mourn for the 999 or more so thoughts which didn’t see the light of the day. Probably they didn’t voice themselves or I turned a deaf ear. But this milestone demands that I give them their space. So while am enjoying the thoughts which are obscure, dark and deep; I have decided to go miles before I sleep.

The celebrations which started few posts back end tomorrow.

Partying,
Neo
And ya you must have guessed by now - I have an enchantment with odd numbers.

Happy Birthday

My friend, today as you turn over one more chapter in your life; I have some hopes, instead of wishes, for you.

Today, put all your pessimism, complexes out of the window. For a change, look yourself in to the mirror and admire the way you are and not what you or others aspire you to be. Today, accept yourself and be proud of the fact that you are different. Love yourself today like you would love your sweetheart. Today, let your mind think you are the best given the capabilities and conditions. We all amount to something; however great it is, but none of us are everything. And who knows better than you that “The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.”

I know, my hope for you, is a tall order but I am sure you will be able to do justice to yourself - today and in the years to come.Enjoy your day today - it’s your day after all. Have a blast.

May the future be worthy of your dreams.

Wishing by hoping,
Neo

Few Lines for the Year gone by and New

2006

A year of Eternal Hope and Moments of Despair

A year of Elusive Luck and Unexpected Fortunes

A year of Grabbed Opportunities and Missed Chances

A year of Modest Victories and Infinite Defeats

A year of New Beginnings and Abrupt Endings

A year of Self Control and Indulgence

A year of Endeavor and Indolence

A year of Grand Celebrations and Quiet Affairs

A year of Love and the struggle to Understand it

A year of Ups and Downs

A year which was one Helluva Ride

A year so Mirroring Life!

A year which I wish I could Hold On to

But The Oracle spoke "Every Beginning Has an End"

So I bid 2006 a Hearty Good Bye.

Cause deep down I know,"Every End is a precursor to a New Beginning."

With Optimism of Tomorrow

With Freshness of a Spring Flower

With Patience of a Tortoise

With Enthusiasm of a Child

With Courage of a Thorn in the Dessert

With Persistence of a Wave against a Cliff

2007 Here I Come!!!!!!!!

excited,
Neo

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You might have guessed it.
After it happen there and there and many more places. Its happening here.
You can term it Bloggers’ block or just say Gon blanc! but the fact is "I just cannot write!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

waiting to come back,
Neo

Who am I?

I would like to share a piece written by Bob Conklin, found in "The Difference Maker" by John C. Maxwell

I can make you rise or fall. I can work for you or against you.
I can make you a success or failure.
I can control the way you feel and the way you act.
I can make you laugh ... work... love... I can make your heart sing with joy... excitement... elation...

Or I can make you wretched... dejected... morbid...I can make you sick... listless...

I can be as a shackle... heavy... attached... burdensome…
Or I can be the Prism's hue... dancing...bright... fleeting… lost forever unless captured by pen and purpose.
I can be nurtured and grown to be great and beautiful... seen by the eyes of others through action in you.
I can never be removed.... only replaced.

Who am I?
I am a THOUGHT.
Why not know me better?

Truly,your thoughts will be lost forever unless captured by pen or purpose! Thoughts must be written down or lived. Only then will they become building blocks of your life. Know I can relate to the old proverb of sowing a thought results in developing a habit. Habits shape our character which ultimately leads to creating our own destiny.

When what we think has a profound effect on our behavior, then why not know a thought better

thinking,
Neo

Happy Diwali!!!!!

Diwali, the festival of lights, is the most popular of all the festivals.The festival celebrates the victory of good over evil, light over darkness, and knowledge over ignorance.

In simple words, regardless of the myth surrounding Diwali,its about celebrating hope and bursting crackers of friendship and goodwill and to reaffirm once again that life is celebration of simple joys which make a lifetime.

Here's wishing all my readers, friends and family a very Happy Diwali and a very very prosperous New Year ahead.

Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya - Lead me from darkness to light.
Neo.

pic courtesy

Dassera and Gandhi Jayanti - coincidence?

Isn't it a coincidence that Dassera and Gandhi Jayanti falling on the same day. One talks of overcoming evil and the other talks about truth and nonviolence. Both of them have the same message encapsulated in a different way.

Also, isn't it a coincidence, that suddenly the Mahatma has found a voice amongst the youth thanks to the masterly - Lage Raho Munnabhai.I would like to believe that its providence and not a mere coincidence.

Here's wishing you all a Happy Daseera and Gandhi Jayanti. And with this I leave lines of a song from Swades

Dekh taj ke paap raavan, raam tere mann mein hai
Raam tere mann mein hai, raam mere mann mein hai
Raam toh ghar ghar mein har, raam har aangan mein hai
Mannse raavan jo nikaale, raam uske mann mein hai

Its time we burn down the "Raavan" within us.

combating,
Neo

The broken Window…We can mend it.

Let’s start from the point where I left. We can, by a conscious effort, contribute towards sociable society. It’s not only by dumping garbage in bins and respecting public places but by thinking innovatively and most important from others’ perspective. Some background before I share my anecdote.

My previous office was at the top floor (6th floor) and situated in those classy archaic buildings of the pre independence era. Due to this, the lifts are old and quite slow as compared to the latest high-speed lifts. It takes some time for you to reach the top floor as well as to come down. In the morning rush hour, when most of the times I am late to the office, I have to spent 5 more minutes for the lift to arrive and then some more time to go up. Also due to the slow speed and the limited carrying capacity of the lifts, there is quite a queue in the morning to go to the floors.

One fine day, I entered the lift and pushed the 6th floor button. As soon as the lift left the ground floor, an elderly looking man came forward and pushed the ground floor button. I looked at him inquisitively and he was ready to explain. He reasoned that after reaching the top floor, the lift will go straight down to the ground floor. Otherwise, the lift would have remained at the same floor and will only move if somebody calls for it. His simple logic was that, in morning the traffic is upwards – people need to go to their office floors; the lift will be directed straight to the ground floor once it reaches the top floor. This will eliminate the waiting time for the lift at the ground floor – howsoever small.

He said that this is one of the small way in which we can give back to the society and indirectly help others. His idea might not sound great but his intentions were. Intentions which were pure and didn’t demand a thankful note from the beneficiary of his act nor an acknowledgement of his small grateful deed. Infact, it would hardly be noticed.

I was touched by the incident and afterwards every time I entered the lift I made it a point to direct the lift unconsciously.

We can bring in change if we each of us can touch at most one life. What we need is the will and some tinge of creative thinking.

(If you are still reading and are willing to put good to the society, I would urge to share any of your suggestions/ways in which we can bring change.)

Bombay Rocks - This Time Resistance not Resilience.

Bombay rocks once again. And this time it’s been hit where it hurts the most. The blasts occurred between 6 and 6.30 pm in Mumbai. Latest estimates indicate 180+ dead, with several hundred injured, most of them are critical. Train services were shut down and local telephone lines jammed. The day may have ended, but the trauma has just begun. “Gory” has a new meaning today. This word has come out of my old fat dictionary on to the railway tracks and station.

Yesterday again, we saw helping hands in form of common citizens and not authorities. We again saw commoners going out of their way to help people reach their homes safely and rushing the injured to the hospitals. How can I forget that these are the same mumbaikars who gave a helping hand during the last year floods or the more recent last week downpour. Always showing their solidarity when it matters. And did I hear somebody calling us rude? And after seeing and experiencing our spirit, I am proud that we are rude. Yes, we are rude because we don’t wait for exchanging gratitude while we are busy helping the distressed. Yes, we are rude because we don’t serve the needy only when they politely plead. Yes, we are rude because we believe in helping selflessly with out being rewarded with a dose of courtesy. We are happy to be called a helping city rather than a courteous city.

And now when the city is grappling back to normalcy, we are again proud of the great spirit of Mumbai. I totally agree on the resilience of mumbaikars and have been an avid advocate of the same. But am I happy about us being up and running today. The answer is a shocking – “NO”. Not that we should be sitting home and fearing the bloody terrorists. That would mean an easy victory for them. But somewhere down the heart, I feel that our spirit is taken for granted. Its been almost assumed by the authorities that we will bear the brunt of any and every thing and almost from the next day we will be happily back to work and keep on filling their coffers.

Last year floods were something waiting to happen but the authorities were caught unaware. This year also all the promises of taking preventive action were broken with a small downpour on last Tuesday. At all times we have been back to our toes in less than 24 hours and this is what makes us easy targets. Our resilience is being used against us for the authorities to be complacent. But we should put our foot down and draw a line somewhere. If we can be resilient, we can also be resistant. And its time, we show our RESISTANCE.

The Broken Window….............

One more of a routine day and I board the train to my office. My ears get hooked to a conversation between two Gujarati guys. It’s a typical discussion on India bashing. Cries about lack of facilities and basic amenities. Also on the attitude of Indians regarding cleanliness, politeness and overall civic sense. But the irony of their whole discussion was that they themselves were using abusive language while occasionally giving relief to their mouths by spitting the toxic pan masala/zarda on the tracks.

This is not a rare phenomenon as we all indulge in this kind of hypocrisy. We all shout our lungs out that the country is going nowhere. It’s the typical Indian portrayed perfectly in “Rang de Basanti”. This reminds me of an excellent article written by our president Mr. APJ Kalam - wherein he has the vision of making India a superpower by 2020.He argues that we all appreciate how clean other countries are and takes a case in point of Singapore, where you are heavily fined on throwing rubbish or spitting on the streets. But nobody is happy about fines when it comes to India. He also points that the same Indians, who have been to the “clean” countries, indulge in littering once they return.

After much thought on finding the reasons as to why this happens, I stumbled upon a likely answer. Some months back I was reading “The Tipping Point” by Malcolm Gladwell wherein he has explained the concept of “Broken window”. It’s a simple concept of people throwing stones at a broken window just because no one cares to mend it. The same applies to littering. We won’t hesitate to litter at places which are already littered. The problem will be eased - not solved, if the places littered, are cleaned spick and span every time they are abused. The developed countries are kept clean and this to an extent discourages others to litter around. Of course civic sense is something which needs to be aroused in each and every citizen.

Coming back to the focal point of writing this post. One of my ex-boss used to give us a very sane advice. He used to tell us that we should not approach him with only problems but instead recommended us to think through the problem, try to figure out a solution before approaching him. In his own words, “Don’t come with problems, come with solutions.” Though, at that time, I rubbished this as just another management gyan – but now seem to appreciate it.
Will like to share an experience about how we can contribute, howsoever small, towards making a better society but break ke baad ;) - i.e. in the next post.........

Nayi Dagar..Naya Safar Mera

Want to share the good news with ull, Infact "relieving" news.

I have put in my papers (" I always wanted to quit on Monday Morning").
And finally after lot of hardships, tomorrow is my last day at RI.

Now about by new journey.............
I am finally getting in to an IT firm. ITs into e-learning products.
Please Visit www.learningmate.com for more info....
I am joining their Pre sales and Marketing Group.

Hope ull to be my "Humsafar" in "Nayi Dagar..Naya Safar Mera"

relieved,
Neo
PS : This blog will be no more an another Dead Blog. Will Update it regularly.

My First Three Days at the Corporate World!!!!!

1st June 2005

Its 3 o'clock in the night and I wake up sweating profusely. With eyes wide open I look at the clock trying to comprehend what the time is. A thought struck my mind and suddenly I realize that it is just an other nightmare. These kinds have become a regular in my life whenever there is an important impending event. Today is 1st June, the day when I will put forth a small step in the corporate (this word is magical) arena. And no prizes for guessing that the nightmare was about reaching late to the office on the first day and having a bad start.

I start off my day by catching the 8:14 train with the blessings of dad & mom. I land up at church gate completely drenched by the humid climate. I reach the office and wait for my colleague who also joins with me. Well as always there’s always some thing weird or amazing happening with me as I go on with my life. The colleague who has done his MBA from dalmiya is also named Viral!!!!!!!!! So the confusion starts from day one. We are taken to our seats and were given some mags and journals to go through. Times goes on and we are then ushered to the cabin of one of our heads. He talks to us very casually and asks us to join him for lunch in about half and hour. So now I am off to my first business lunch (if u may call it). The food is very “international” in flavour (no pun intended).

The lunch goes heavy on my stomach and so I have this lazy afternoon to fight with, as there is no work to be done. Just sit on a chair and read through papers and documents. After 5 pm I get impatient to leave, as I am bored to death.

5:15, 5:30, 5:45, 6:00, 6:15,6:20, 6:25, 6:26, 6:27…. It’s getting difficult to pass the time. At last one of our senior comes across and tells us that few days will be without work and you all can leave. To my much-awaited relief we left the office by 7.

Reached home by 8 and thus come to the end of my first office trip …..Or the start of a journey.

Patience is how u act while you are waiting……………………………

2nd June 2005

So I am back to the office to start the 2nd day of my pro life. The day is not started and I get the feel of “The Routine”. The feel is very discouraging but at the same time encouraging. Discouraging in the sense that it doesn’t motivate me to do the chore but at the same time motivates me to quit and start my own at a point in time.

Today is no different from day 1. We were briefed for about an hour or so and then were given some documents to read. Sitting on my chair I just think infact laugh on myself on having grandiose plans for my job. The job in which I will be launching brands right and left, doing heavy marketing and formulating strategies to checkmate the competition. But I don’t blame my self for the thought, as this is what comes across to any B school rookie.

Afternoon is what seems very difficult to pass. The fleeting mind disrespects the 4 walls of the office and wanders in the world full of imagination and dreams. And why not, we only dream when the reality is not better than the dreams. I get hold of my mind and put it back where it must be. Try to create work for myself but soon the eyes roll to the right bottom corner of my desktop to see the time and do it repeatedly. Doing it so often makes you think that the pc clock is not working and the being so dumb, I really checked it twice.

I have got a corporate (oh man I love this word so much) email id now and was trying to check the way it works and suddenly I get a mail. It’s by someone called chetan. He is resigning and hence wants to bid goodbye to all. In his mail he thanks a lot for understanding and supporting him. I feel good as for the first time I am being thanked for all this without even seeing/talking/meeting/knowing the guy. And I doubt how many from my team know him. So is the corporate (again...I simply love this) world, like a forest in which you can get lost and dead.

3rd June 2005

It’s again a lazy afternoon and I my mind goes on a philosophical drive. I was just wondering the kind of life I want. The kind of life, which will make me happy, or at least satisfy me. I dip in to my mind and the heart for an answer and as always I return empty handed. Just joining the organization, I was thinking if I had made a right decision. Just wondering what my career would be down 3/4/5 yrs.Infact to be honest I was actually worrying.

But then I have realized that what is that I need to worry about at this stage. I have not yet started my job and am actually thinking of switching it!!!!. Thinking about my next break infact the next BIG break. This is what happens to us when we live in the future and not in the present. And I think worrying is the function of how much you stay in your future. The more you stay the more you worry. As I move along this philosophical drive I tend to remember Saunak (mafat). He and I are different as poles but we do meet at ends. I think that we both have this very bad habit of cribbing (although I do it very subconsciously) . We always feel that the grass is greener on the other side and always wish to be “there” and in the process; crib for our present i.e. “here”. I need to get ‘there’. ‘THERE’ is an important place. There is there and here. But then there are so many instances when I have got to “there” just to realize that the “there“, which is my “here“ now, is not so worth it and I readily search for another “there”. The pursuit goes on and suddenly I realise that the voyage between “here” and “there” is nothing but a round circle and on completing the circle what I get in the end is a BIG DAMN ZERO. I have realized with failing over time and again that “There” is here. There is no ‘here and there’, there is only ‘here’. We should enjoy our “here” and the “there” will be automatically taken care off. And that is what I am going to do with my job, enjoy the “here”.

Time passes by and its time to go, with the news that tomorrow is an off being a Saturday. I catch a 8:55 train and with Gods grace I get a seat. I take out a book titled “Jonathan Livingston Seagull” by Richard Bach. Just as I begin reading it, a gentlemen well in his early sixties sitting besides me and asks me what I am reading. He asks me what is the book about and I tell me the same. It’s about overcoming your limitations and excelling in life. He seemed to be a wise fellow and picked up the discussion from the point. He went on talking explaining me the various kinds of limitations we have and the process of overcoming them. He talked non stop for 30 minutes. He explained me the power of being positive and not cynical in life. He goes on touching each and every topic of life in those insightful 30 minutes. He told me how to tackle pressures at your workplace and how to keep your professional life different from your personal life. It seemed to me that God had indeed sent him to have a chat with me and steer me the right direction. He got down at bandra and that was the end of our discussion but he sparked off a new thought in my mind