tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194580472011-04-21T13:04:22.079-07:00So much of what we do in our daily lives is attributed to pure randomness.Straight,crooked, musings, ramblings and thoughts unleased as I wade through each day and make sense of the happenings.Inbluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08327917164270270636noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19458047.post-73251837952979541582007-07-03T05:34:00.001-07:002007-07-03T05:34:44.556-07:00

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yet dreaming of doing very possible thing in this world. Ironical, isn't it. That's how I feel at the beginning of a break. I often think of what all I could do on this break and opportunity presents itself not in plurals but plethora. Go exploring this vast country, learn all there's about different types of saris and garments woven in India, learn a new language, convert abstractions in colours

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We, as individuals, as nations, as communities - Why? Why do we fight ? The on going talk is that the recent economic resurgence and the prosperity in the private sector will increase the economic divide and may cause violence and unrest. But do we really fight because we have unequal incomes or unequal opportunities. Every sane person today would know that industrialization would create

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A while ago I read Thomas Friedman's widely acclaimed book, The world is flat. I particularly liked the initial chapter where he has outlined significant events that have helped 'flatten the world'. While he wrote more from a economic perspective, I took to thinking of evolution in a rather different manner.Swiping our cards, hitting the keyboard and sipping sodas, do we realise what forces acted

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Growth rates, increasing GDP and all positive indicators are all that consume global and local airtime these days. Analysts are busy discussing the next big boom, Web 2.0 and all that. While all of us are living amidst high-profile cross-border billion dollar deals, I took to think a little differently while I was in Mumbai a couple of months ago.Mumbai local trains are a country in themselves,

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At a familiar railway station on 29th June 2006 at 12.00 am11.45 pm: She leaves home for the railway station.Its raining heavily"How could I have traveled if it were not for 'Dad's big car' ?". 12.00 am : She reaches the railway station, walks to the window to buy a platform ticket for dad .There were atleast 50 people sleeping on the floor near the window"Boy !Its raining cats and dogs and these

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In our day to day dealings, we hardly take time to think or rather feel the little tasks, such as boarding a bus or talking to one's milk-man, that we undertake. Running through some of these hectic days, I have myself paid least heed to such miniscule events. It all becomes so in-grained in the urban mind - to wakeup at dawn, rush to office, juggle with keys and mice and head back home, surf

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Parle G ---- "No one can eat just one"..(The quote suits Parle G better than Lays )Ah that's all i can say when the aroma of a parle G dipped in 'aadhu ni cha' engulfs me. Ah ! it reminds me of the good old college days. Mohini corner !! ( for all those who have been in GCET, you'd know what this is ) Its been close to three years that I graduated from college and at times in the busy corporate

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My first visit to Pune was about a year and a half ago. Its still as fresh as this drop. At 1.30 a.m Parihar chowk was dark and lonely yet very close to the heart. The smell of the earth and the scatterd light of the street lamps wiped out all fantasies of Marine Drive. Monssons can never be better than Pune. This is one place where I have my books, a window that opens to various shades of green

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Post Liberalization, India has witnessed exponential growth services and manufacturing sector ( whoop ! License Raj bye-bye) and blessed monsoons are pushing up the GDP, the BSE sensex is unleashed ( on a certain day it even defeated the grandfather of all indices: the DJIA ), broadband internet is becoming a rage and express high ways are becoming a need. The society is witnessing a plateauing

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I have just moved into my new office premises. The place is ultra modern with plush interiors and a lounge like coffee area and soft music at certain hours of the day. The space utilization is amazing. What interested me most is the design of the bay. They are of the shape of a trimmed and pasted hexagons.At 7.30 am this infrastructure just reminds me of a natural home. The bee- hive. The

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Since a while we are hearing and tracking this uproar about reservations in India. I realized the seriousness when I took to my doctors clinic , a small practice place in a very secluded corner of Mumbai and met a humble note saying " The clinic will be closed today in protest against the proposed reservations" India has had reservations since a long time now. It hasn't helped as much as it

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Sometimes in the black, the blue and the void, walking through the purple midnight roads looking into an unfamiliar piece of sky, I see no stars. When I look down the emptiness of the world comes cascading down on me breaking into pieces of clear crystal. Wisdom seems to run a race for knowledge. Suddenly I find myself sitting in the middle of an ocean of truth- on the top of nowhere, teaching

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I had heard enough about the driving skills of Pune rickshaw fellows. Today,I just happened it be vis -a-vis with one such entrepreneur.It was around 7.00 PM and the Railway station was bustling with 7 million sounds. I barely managed to crawl my way out of the swarm of souls andfound myself entangled in a web of the most dubious Rickshaw fellows. I announced that I wanted a ride to Aundh on the

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