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  • Confusion | Opportunity

    In the Midst of Confusion Lies Opportunity

    This is a famous saying, but how true is it? before we get into that, let us delve into the basics – why do we get confused?

    We are majorly confused when we can see two or more probable destinations, and are in a position to take any one of them. This decision making is what leads to confusion.

    Why am I talking about confusion right now? Coz,  I am majorly confused. I have been doing everything till date in a conformist way, most of the times, and this has got sufficient returns, again the conformist way. Now I think is the time, that I should jump out, in the open, do things that I have always wanted to do, and test the untested waters. Well, yes there is this possibility of falling flat, straight on the face, and this particular aspect of life is called risk taking. ( “Risk to spider man bhi leta hai.. mein to sirf ek salesman hun!”) The point is that, will I have this any longer.

    The other option, is to keep doing the conformal things, in the routine manner that I have been following religiously. In other words, follow the herd, and strive for the best and get the conformal returns( which , are not really less by any standards!). Now is this what I want to do?

    This dilemma of the heart or the mind is quintessential, and has probably been there since human existence. I am once again facing this dilemma. Heart or mind?

    While discussing the same with one of my friend, I realized that the Chinese have the same sign for confusion and opportunity.

    Confusion | Opportunity
    Confusion | Opportunity

    Now how much are these two linked? I would say completely. Confusion, as discussed above, arises out of indecisiveness,  among options, and therein lies the  opportunity.

    Whenever you are confused, just treat it like an opportunity, and, as I always suggest, follow the heart, and you would prevail.

  • We are like that only!

    Now, with the new revamped blog, er! Sphere! I promise to blog more frequently, and what better way to start this off than ranting about the way we are. We Indians are!

    • A homemaker lady would  fight to save a few rupees arguing with the neighboring vegetable vendors over the price of a potato, or a tomato. At the same time, the same lady would also fight in restaurants, to pay. When she along with a group of friends go to a restaurant, after the routine regular shopping outings, each of the ladies would go for the bill vying to pay it.
    • Everything in our country takes just one minute, or so we are told. No matter when you give your vehicle for service, go back to the mechanic at the schedule pick up time, and he would be like, “one minute sir! Abhi ho jaega!”. No prizes for guessing, it would take atleast an hour more.
    • Remember storing all the small items at some place at your home.  Every Indian home has the huge space built atop the cupboards exactly for that. Everything that is plastic ( be it glasses, cups, or even plastic covers that come free after shopping in a super market), we store them religiously. At the same time, we try covering up everything possible in the same plastics. The table top, the TV, fridge, even the study table, everything needs to be covered up in some plastic cover.
    • Well, cricket is religion. The easiest way to start a conversation with somebody Indian is to discuss the highest number of runs scored by God! We do take cricket seriously. Infact, a bit too seriously, so much, that it is declared a holiday when there is a cricket match happening. Now you know why IPL was scheduled in the evening, IST. No, not for the convenience. More to avoid people getting fake stomach aches, and fake grandma’s from dying during the day!
    • One thing is taken even more seriously than cricket – MOVIES. This phenomena is much much more in the southern part of the country, where movies are a religion, and the actors, Gods. People die buying tickets for their idols first day morning show. Queues start two days in advance before the tickets start selling. And full length fights occur in case of anybody demeaning any star. Well, my engineering college was shut for a week, during my second year, just because someone had abused a popular( really!) actor by naming his Counter Strike avatar after the famous Balayya.
    • Inspite of the technology advancing so much, and electric rice cookers and microwaves becoming very much affordable by everyone, we still need pressure cookers. Well, along with the pressure cookers we better ensure that we also have smoke alarms!
    • Ever eaten in Andhra Pradesh. Okay, Andhra happens to be the chilli capital of the country, with red chillis being an important crop. That does not mean all food is substituted by red chillies. We inevitably end up eating more spice than food, and this is true across the country. Even more stranger is having more food than the plate can hold!

    Dosa
    Indian Dosa
    • One very important things that stands true is the ability( rather inability) to say NO. not many of can very easily say NO to anything. More peculiar about this is the way we say NO. We shake our head left and right. Well, we also say YES in the same way – Shake our head left and right!

    WE ARE LIKE THAT ONLY, and this has no bearing with Rama Bijapurkar!

    p.s.: this post is inspired from this video by trueroots WE ARE LIKE THAT ONLY!

  • Welcome to the Sphere

    Voila! We are finally up and running.

    A lot of exciting stuff has been happening of late, and you would gradually come to know of it.( sorry, confidential right now. I know saying this just raise even more curiosity!)

    Many things have been happening on the professional as well as on the personal front( NO! I AM NOT GETTING MARRIED!). Well, again, more on that later.

    After a lot of tweaking, and twisting, and going through oodles of manuals, the site is up on its own domain.

    The visible change, evident in front of you, is the new home of my dear blog. It is a complete revamp of the existing blog, which has been there for more than 5 years. Considering the many decisions that I have taken in the last couple of weeks, this is one activity which figures quite high on my priority list – Blogging.

    The name has changed, the design has changed, heck! The address itself has changed. But well, the treatment is still the same. This is the same sphere which has been providing you with your share of fun, and one liners, along with a lot of gyaan. Just expect it to increase in the coming days.

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  • Small towns

    After a lot of random posts, I think it is my moral duty to update you of my presence. I have recently ( last month) shifted to Hubli (a small town in north Karnataka) and am operating from here, selling more and more candy.
    This is the first time that I am actually living out of a small town, and in spite of all the disadvantages in terms of lack of exposure, people, company, hang out places, etc.. small towns have their own charm. To begin with, your expenses go down drastically. Many other things like, getting to be in the heart of the country and trying to understand their aspirations and dreams from a close quarter, learning where these people like spending money, and ultimately what really drives them – drives the Indian economy.
    After spending a little over a month, by actually living amidst such circumstances, my respect for the late C.K. Prahlad has gone up by notches, and I totally subscribe to the idea of Fortune at the bottom of the pyramid. The fortune is here, and the future growth of the country is going to be from here. No second thoughts about it. Any one who gets their small town strategy right, will crack it.

  • >perfect weekend – good end

    >I am sure by now you have all been following the story of the perfect weekend – I and II, and it is time now to announce the end of the wonderful weekend.

    Continuing from the terrace, where me and P spent long hours extending well into the night, we get back.

    Sunday morning. As usual we wake up pretty late, and we go out to the same small tea shop to have breakfast. She said she kinda likes the place after thronging the CCDs and the Brasitas of the world, that small shack really felt at home. More in India. Oh! I so like this girl. Se has no airs at all.

    It typically happens, fresh into a relationship. You keep thinking and analysing different things. She likes this. She does not like this. With these small observations you would try making a mental picture of her inner mind.

    After getting back home after breakfast, we plan to get away soon to catch up a movie. She had her train at 10PM. Damn!

    But then we decide otherwise, and come to a common consensus (a rarity with the opposite gender) that the room is a better, more private place.

    After spending lots of time doing nothing, but just staring at each other and talking random, we finally decide it is time to get ready if we want to watch the movie. We get ready and head straight to CP – my favourite hangout.

    We reach CP right in time for the movie, and she agrees for Quick Gun Murugun after a lot of persuading. I like her. We have our lunch in the PVR itself. The movie was a laugh riot.

    After the movie, I met Puneet on the road there walking out of castle 9. He was there with his friends. Me and P then head to Knights to have a late lunch, or rather early dinner. Beer it had to be. I love this girl. Come on, she loves beer!

    We then get this crazy idea. My first proper meet with her was here at CP a week back, and we decide, “lets re-create it!”. Lets again go to the same places and relive those precious moments.

    We then go to KFC to fill our stomachs with some actual food, rather than just beer and stuff. By the way, P also loves prawns and insisted for some at Knights. Wah! One more match. I am so much in love with this girl. Beer and Prawns, what better can one ask for?

    After KFC, and she calling home and all, we also go to the CCD outlet. We were in no mood for a coffee, or anything for that matter. Also, it was already 9:15PM, and her train was about to depart in 45 minutes.

    But then, we had to relive those moments. CCD is the place where we first met, and we had to go there. The same outlet. We have tea there, and run for an auto.

    I drop her to the station, to send her off. That was an emotional send off. She was occupied with the reality that we would not be meeting for long now. She was going across the seven seas next week, and I would be leaving Delhi soon for my next stint.

    I was more occupied thinking about my sleep. I had to go to office tomorrow. Her train starts moving, and I plant a kiss on her cheek and we hug each other. She leaves.

    I manage to get back home in an autorickshaw. I reach home at about 11:15.

    Well, 45 more minutes. The weekend is not yet over guys!

    At home, Puneet is drinking with his friends – the same ones we met at CP. I join them, with some beer.

    At about 11:45, we are done with all alcohol, and Abhinav too was back after the L reunion meet.

    We all have a con call, and then i go to sleep. A very well spent weekend I was just thinking. And also, I have to sleep well, I have office tomorrow and it has to be a big day!

    Puneet runs towards my room. “Dude, that guy is puking. What do we do of him?”

    Ha ha! The room is all messed up and stinking, and no amount of AXE spray helps.

    “yaar, tereko pata hoga ulti karne walo ko kaise handle karein”, puneet tells me.

    “Make him eat a lemon, or some Rayne Water. It get him hydrated”, I reply.

    “Chill dude, just leave the guy. Let him extract the full out of his puke”, abhinav says with a definite assertiveness.

    We all collectively agree that nothing much can be done. Let the other guy, who has no clue with the happenings, be there sleeping dead like he is on Pot.

    The puking guy was left to his own peril. He was too heavy to be even budged from his own puke.

    Puneet sleeps in the couch. TB is in my room, and the slosh guy is lost in his own puke!

    Ha ha! Perfect ending to an amazing weekend! Looking for more!!!

    This series of the perfect weekend was inspired by real people and real events, but to maintain the interest of the reader (you!) it has been converted to a work of pure fiction adding the necessary masala and curry wherever the tone went bland!