Compiling some interesting links, more as a storehouse for my own ref. , will keep adding as I move on -
a) Tech blog on Indian web 2 scene – http://www.webyantra.net/
b) Must Read list for business – http://www.sramanamitra.com/2009/05/20/best-entrepreneurship-books/
c) AMA podcasts – http://podcast.amanet.org/edgewise/
d) Tech blog / Deal architect – http://dealarchitect.typepad.com/deal_architect/
e) Forbes India (recently launched) – http://business.in.com/
f) Relationship Mgmt – http://www.andrewsobel.com/articles
The title suggests that I am a narcissist but thats not the case 
Has been a busy day at work today and jus relaxing by fiddling around my blog. Feeling nostalgic, I thought I should pen down some interesting, unusual and random facts, yes about me -
a) I walk alone…you may say the title is borrowed from ‘green day’ song
As a kid, I did not like the idea of holding hands of anyone and walking….ya even outside or on the roads. When 4-5 yrs old, I lost my way at a bus stop and caused whole gamut of heartaches to my parents…suddenly I had disappeared in thin air from behind them. After 30 mins of futile search, I was spotted walking happily towards them…and guess what I replied to their question of where I had gone. Simple, I liked the other way better and went ahead to see the bazaar. I don’t remember the incident though, its my mama’s fav. recollection
b) Can you believe my first ever prize that I bagged in school was in sports? …class 3 and in event called three-legged race. Do you know what this sporting event is?
c) When in junior school, I caught this fever of singing …and believe it or not I sang this song in front of the whole class , ‘I am a disco dancer..’, without any accompaniment of music whatsoever….you guessed it by now, Mithunda remains my fav. and that was my last tryst with public singing…coz I didn’t want girls to go ga-ga over me.
d) I still remember ‘the pride’ that I felt when my name was called upon stage at an annual school function to pick up the first prize in ‘ academic proficiency’ (…yes, the word itself is daunting ). I was in class 6 then and still cherish the moment and the memento …a set of chinese checkers..I went on to love this game and became an addict shortly after.
e) I was a front-bencher in high school, not by choice but by compulsion – I developed this -1 power in my eyes and hated it to wear specs. But now I think I look more sober – you may like to call ‘illustrious’ - with my specs.
f) In class 11 and 12, when people around were thinking about IITs and AIIMS, I developed this love affair with poetry. My only ambition then was to get published.
g) By then, I was so Shakespearen – inclined (yes, I coined this word in a jiffy) that I mugged up the whole Junior Oxford dictionary. Those were years back and my Vocab. has declined considerably since then.
h) In school, I had my share of bunking classes and ending up in cinema halls, smoking at relatively young age….but my mama’s firm belief that I could do no wrong, made me apply judicious self-restraint..note the emphasis on ‘judicious’
i) I loved biology and my school friends believed that I was destined to be a doctor…..but ended up with B Tech. instead.
j) In college, people said I was civil-services material ….instead, I rounded up my education (or whatever remains of it ) with MBA
k) My second week in boarding school and I was caught ragging a ‘to-be’ classmate. I still believe I was jus standing with the senior who had called up this guy. Private schools have their own way of settling things and it was full one month or so before I could even breath, amidst all the summons to ‘disciplinarian’ (phew, I dread that word) committee. It was closest I have been to appearing before a court of law.
l) When in final-year college, I was invited to Director’s office all of a sudden and was made an ‘offer’ too Apparently a visiting prof. from an university in UK had seen one of my poems in college magazine and was so impressed that he wanted me to join his Univ. for Masters in Creative Writing….I was completely blown away, took a while to compose myself, then politely declined saying it was too wild an idea.
m) My first air-flight was sponsored by Siddharth Basu & his company to take part in BBC University challenge quiz ….now, now, dont ask me the outcome. It suffices to say that I had won numerous quizzing events in school, before this happened; so I was credible enough
n) 25 july, 2005 @ Mumbai : I was fleeced of Rs 500 by the taxi-walla jus outside the airport. It was the only time I remember, I got scared and thankful at the same time…thankful coz I still had my luggage and let go with a ‘small’ amount. Next day unfolds itself with the dreaded monsoon that almost drowned Mumbai and I was happy still being alive.
o) First time outside the country, @dubai and I was completely floored at the airport itself. When will India be called a developed nation?
p) In UK with my boss (he had the habit of being everywhere) at a disc, I was approached by this pretty-one for a dance. …you guessed it, I said ’no, I am too awkward at it ‘ …its a different matter that I was being completely honest too She got a foto clicked with me and left. I had my flight next day headed home.
I must stop now, this is enough for a day.
If you have survived till the last, you are the kind of reader, ebay ( read half.com) is after. You can buy anything …I mean any book, on ebay.
There is an unadulterated sense of joy in seeing one’s inner feelings taking some form of a rhythm or rather a poem.
Here is another one from my repository that I penned sometimes back or rather, built word-by-word…line-by-line…and poetically heaved a sigh of relief upon its completion; though I was burning inside for missing my goal. I discovered that’s the magic of writing…once you spew out your inner gut on paper (or should I say laptop screen), suddenly everything is alright with the world again and a sense of calm prevails
So here you go with my play of words -
I am a stranger to myself,
unseen,unknown,unapprehended-
a vast expanse of realm
engulfing a cocoon of microcosm
deep within the phlegmatic soul;
entangled thoughts
lost in the labyrinth of cerebral maze,
engendering burning regrets,
ensnared in my mind;
the pain, the anguish, the despair
lie nestled against my heart.
I dig deep into
my obscurity,
to douse
the scalding blaze of thoughts,
and move on
like a zombie,
celebrating my journey
towards the goal
not yet realised!
This is something I wrote during my growing-up phase….and now with ‘social media’ at my disposal, its good time to share with the world
In the years gone by-
I have traversed the
length and breadth of
the realm of emotions,
through the depressing
trough of paroxysm,
to the heady
crest of ecstasy;
plied through the craggy
shorelines of loneliness,
berserk over broken relationship,
wasting moistless tears in solitude;
and revelled in the company of friends
sharing delectable raptures.
I have dictated my own terms
to this obstinate life
unfettered by consequences,
and lived like a rebel
who belongs to none.
I have crumbled under duress
but got up afresh;
and now comes the time
when a butterfly will emerge
from its chrysalis,
shedding its cocoon,
flapping its wings,
billowing in the air,
ready to soar higher.
Let the world know
as I proclaim-
I am a man enough!
And Jus’ like that.. on one fine sunday morning, a thought darted across my mind…it’s high time that I had a blog of my own….my own lil world, my own cocoon, my own place to rant, rave, explore my moods…jot down my ideas (yes, I sometimes do think…) and make an opinion about the world and on life in general
See too much jabberwocky , right in the beginning of the blog itself…..so you do get an idea of the things to come
So all set, and happy blogging to myself…..and ya happy reading to you dear readers as well.
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