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Happy New Year!!

January 3, 2013 Leave a comment

The whole of December gone by, and no post from me. Can you imagine that? A month with no writing, no musing (on this site at least) and no ruminating out loud.

But then there’s always a reason for everything, isn’t there?

The month of December just whizzed past me – a whirlwind of sorts. I had some extra challenges at work, had to move into a new apartment, I went on a trip to India and moved houses there too – the works.

And oh, yes – I brought my family along with me as well.

In case you are wondering – yes, I am happy.

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A day in Denver

September 16, 2012 Leave a comment

06:00 am: The alarm rings, but I hit the snooze button. A couple of more snoozes later, I’m up

06:10 am: Charge the french press, and pick up the toothbrush

06:20 am: Coffee is ready! Open the blinds, and sip coffee while soaking in the fresh air on the patio

06:30 am: Off to the shower – need to start getting ready!

06:55 am: Verify the checklist. Keys – check. Wallet – check. Cellphone – check. Backpack – check. Access card – check. Off to the bus stop!

07:00 am: Step into the bus, and call one of my three offshore teams

07:15 am: Realize that I was so busy talking, I didn’t notice that the train’s approaching. Now I need to wait 5 min. longer

07:20 am: Take the F Line. Offshore call is over, so call up home and talk for some time

07:40 am: Call up the burrito guy and place your order – veggie, no cheese, double-extra-spicy

07:45 am: Text-chat with my manager, and setup a meeting at Starbucks

07:55 am: Get off the train at 16th & California and walk to Glenarm Plaza – the burrito is ready and waiting

08:00 am: Gobble the burrito and head down to Starbucks. Chit-chat over coffee for half an hour – I get a better hang of things this way, and so does my boss

08:30 am – 12:00 pm: Lots of conflicting meetings! Flit through them, and wing it when it comes to deciding which ones to skip entirely

12:00 pm: Time for Chinja!

12:30 pm – 3:30 pm: More meetings!

3:30 pm: Head down to Starbucks with the notebook and figure out the pending tasks for the day

3:45 pm: Back to the cube. Complete a few pending tasks, chat with a few managers and walk the floor speaking to my people.

5:00 pm: Time to wrap up. Clean the desk, reconcile the day’s notes with the lists in the notepad

5:30 pm: Off to the train station for the H Line back to home

6:30 pm: Shower, and then off to the racquetball court

8:00 pm: Back home, cook a quick dinner and eat

9:00 pm: Join the first conference call with an offshore team

10:30 pm: 1st conference call is over. Have some time on hand, so call up home and chat for some time

11:00 pm: Back to conference calls. Consult the notepad and ensure that you cover everything that you intended to

12:30 am: Declare end of the day’s play. Text my wife “Good night” and get into bed.

Thought for the day

August 3, 2012 1 comment

The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry

–          Robert Burns, “To A Mouse”

All’s well that ends well – III

April 13, 2012 5 comments

This is the third of a three-part series on our journey back to India.

All’s well that ends well – I

All’s well that ends well – II

We disembarked at the Mumbai airport, and made our way through the immigration formalities. As we headed towards the conveyor belts, we were accosted by two porters. I had hired a porter in Denver, and he had accepted what I paid him after he delivered his services. But this is India. A small part of me was happy to haggle – one more sign that I was really back home – but I managed to keep it from showing.

Outside the arrivals gate, our taxi was waiting for us (I had made arrangements before leaving Denver). We took our seats, but before the driver started the engine, I stopped him and stepped back out – to get some Vada Pav. Of course, we had eaten Vada Pav in the US, but then here was the authentic stuff – heaven served on a paper plate.

The taxi took us to Andheri, where we halted for a few minutes. I dropped my wife & daughter at my wife’s aunt’s place, and took the taxi to Vashi – where I was to deposit all the luggage in the guest house that my company had booked for me.

As we made our way past the Juhu Bus Depot, I asked the driver to stop for tea. He asked me if I could wait for another 15 minutes, for his favorite tea-stall was on our route. Of course, I agreed, and 10 minutes later, we stopped near the Sion station – at the fork in the road where you either go left towards Panvel, or right towards Dadar on the Sion-Panvel highway. The driver parked the taxi, and we walked over to the tea-stall.

It was a seedy joint, with fellow taxi drivers standing in a circle, each with a cup of piping-hot chai. A few also had Nankhatai in their hands for dipping in the chai before eating.

Do chai dena sethji,” I called out. Promptly, the owner poured two glasses and handed them to us. We drank the tea & returned the glasses. But I was not done yet, and asked for a Vada Pav – only to learn that they were fresh out of those.

“Bhajiya Pav chalega,” the vendor asked.

I had never had deep-fried battered potato slices instead of the Vada, but decided to taste it this time. The vendor prepared the dish for me, and poured a generous helping of a hot-sweet sauce on the Pav. I ate it, and it was fantastic. I wiped my hands on my jeans (the sauce had dripped all over), and paid the Vendor.

Satisfied and sated, I settled comfortably in the taxi as we made our way to Vashi. The bridge on the creek was empty of traffic – after all, it was just 7AM. As we made our way towards the toll bridge, a local train followed us along side – it was empty too. The sun had risen, and Mumbai’s concrete jungle had started to manifest itself through the mist over Thane creek.

Yes sir, it feels good to be home.

Countdown

March 2, 2012 1 comment

I answered the doorbell, to find a man with a notepad standing outside.

“Good evening. I am from ——— and we have just re-done the cabling around your apartment. What this means is that we can increase your internet speed to 30mbps. And if you take this deal, you will also get cable for free!!”

“I’m sorry,” I said, “but I must decline. I am leaving for India next week.”

“But you will be back from there after your vacation, right?”

“No, I am going back for good.”

“Hmmm. I’m from Brazil, and sometimes I too feel like leaving everything here and just going back.”

I smiled in answer.

“But don’t you like this country,” he asked. “It’s so nice…”

“Oh yes, it’s nice,” I said. “It’s beautiful, actually. But it’s not home.”

The art of writing

January 27, 2012 4 comments

The past few months have been fairly demanding for me – so much in fact, that I am unable to post as often as I used to, as often as I would love to.

But then I have managed to churn out a few posts in the last couple of months, haven’t I? However, while thinking about them has been a satisfying exercise (as always), somehow the writing part was not that good.

Usually, I spend at least a few hours, if not more, when writing a post. My first draft gets revised into a second, a third – on an average there are at least 10 edits to each post.

And yet, in these past two months, I have hardly written anything that required more than three edits. This does not mean that the quality of my writing has improved drastically, as if by magic. Instead, what I think is happening is that my writing does not turn out to be as beautiful to me as I would like it to be.

But then this will not be forever – there will come a time when I will have some time on my hand at least to write proper posts. And until that time comes, I will wait.

Eight months is not a long time.

The eye in the sky

July 6, 2011 Leave a comment

I am the eye in the sky, looking at you

I can read your mind

I am the maker of rules, dealing with fools

I can cheat you blind

 

 

– “Eye in the sky”, The Alan Parsons Project