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Continue reading →: Of Rivalry And Its End.
We are rivals. Our companies and our rivalry, centenarians in the land of our birth. But here, we are young. Jostling for space in a narrow sliver of a duopolistic market, like shoppers fighting to walk fast in the narrow by lanes of Chandini Chowk. This rivalry, enshrined in our…
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Continue reading →: Worlds “within”
It has been my desire, since long, to start a sentence with the word – apropos. So here goes. Apropos the news article that appeared in The Telegraph, Calcutta edition, dated 22 February 2014 there is a whole world captured between innocuous quotation marks – a rather conspiring and risqué…
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Continue reading →: Well, you don’t kindle my interest…almost.
Once upon a time, six months ago, I was gifted an eBook reader, oh, I how despise these new-fangled devices. Before you dismiss this as absolute drivel or dub me a Luddite, allow me to explain myself. While in school, summer hols meant signing up at the local book rental…
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Continue reading →: The Ascent of the Maami
The terror of being accosted by the TamBrahm Maami at family functions has persisted right from the dawn of the Madisaar Ages to the times of the Churidaar (aka. Punjaabi dress) to the Jeans era. When Darwin said, ‘it is not the strongest of the species that survives nor the…
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Continue reading →: The unbearable greatness of BE-ing (apologies to Milan Kundera)
Circa 1993, I joined an engineering course in Bombay University. Because, well, that’s the least any self-worthy TamBrahm had to do if he hadn’t cracked the JEE. Doing anything else, like, say, a graduation in science or Arts (Oh! Murugaa!), would have been an insult to all the curd-rice and…
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Continue reading →: Go forth! You have the Visa power
For the hundredth time I tell my cousin that there is no place for him in the car going to the airport. With five people – my sister, brother-in-law, my parents and me – in the car, some of the baggage will have to be placed on our laps anyways.…
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Continue reading →: An ode to being a corporate Muddle Manager
Feverishly editing the eight-hundred and twenty-fifth version of the review presentation, hopefully (and ironically) titled ‘reviewmeetingfinalfinal_5.ppt’, I was stuck with an epiphany that made me look at corporate life with new eyes. The rush of blood in your veins making you stand many inches taller, the feeling of being firmly…













