Thought mosaic
Check out the song Dilli from the movie Delhi Heights, Rabbi Shergill (of Bulla fame). Found myself relating nicely to the song, even more so because weekend found me working out of Gurgaon .. previous project fires to be put out .. now back to Bangalore on the Kingfisher evening flight ... Main tha .. tu thi .. aur thi .. Dilli bas .. J .. very very insightful. Anip’s music recommendation credit rating continues to climb.
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The view is beautiful on the evening flight from Dilli to Bangalore. For a guy like me who is mostly used to early morning or late night flights, the startlingly violent splendor of the setting sun is a novelty. The crescent and the star brighten steadily above the continuum from blood red to indigo and the last traces of all possible correlation with engagement crises and work hassles evaporate. Bangalore continues to exist in the mind though; and this week is probably going to be tough. The embers on the horizon continue to glow unperturbed.
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The last 2 weeks have seen the leaky boundaries between work and balance give way finally and its not all bad. I managed to catch up with Hari and Thakur for dinner at TGIF, Some Gurgaon Mall. It was during this session that the interesting concept of localized Bindex was developed (Babe Index, along the lines of commodity index and such like stuff) and the credit ratings for Delhi and Bangalore compared. Thakur, being the UP thakur that he is, stood by Delhi like a rock, and a very large, substantial one at that. Come to think of it, Hari didn’t really express his views one way or the other; Archana might be away but the fear of God remains. I tend to be biased toward Bangalore in most discussions. Here, however, I did not have a very informed current perspective of matters at hand. The old thakur had shadily positioned himself at the vantage point chair leaving me with a completely unhindered view of only the loo door and you can faff only so much based on back dated information and data points. Thakur had the floor through most of the meal. To my mind, the issue remains an open one still.
Also, working from home isn’t too bad; there’s the favourite arm chair, the music and the doting family to make matters cosy. There’s also the hajaar books (currently reading The Shade of Swords by MJ Akbar) to choose from. And there’s mumma-jaan, these days on a health and fitness lecture binge : “Beta too much weight is not good … health is all important .. reduce ..obesity .. exercise”.. However, breakfast bread continues to have finger thick butter spread on it, the parathas roll out unfettered and the biryani continues to be heavenly. Not that I am complaining. J
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Check out the song Dilli from the movie Delhi Heights, Rabbi Shergill (of Bulla fame). Found myself relating nicely to the song, even more so because weekend found me working out of Gurgaon .. previous project fires to be put out .. now back to Bangalore on the Kingfisher evening flight ... Main tha .. tu thi .. aur thi .. Dilli bas .. J .. very very insightful. Anip’s music recommendation credit rating continues to climb.
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The view is beautiful on the evening flight from Dilli to Bangalore. For a guy like me who is mostly used to early morning or late night flights, the startlingly violent splendor of the setting sun is a novelty. The crescent and the star brighten steadily above the continuum from blood red to indigo and the last traces of all possible correlation with engagement crises and work hassles evaporate. Bangalore continues to exist in the mind though; and this week is probably going to be tough. The embers on the horizon continue to glow unperturbed.
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The last 2 weeks have seen the leaky boundaries between work and balance give way finally and its not all bad. I managed to catch up with Hari and Thakur for dinner at TGIF, Some Gurgaon Mall. It was during this session that the interesting concept of localized Bindex was developed (Babe Index, along the lines of commodity index and such like stuff) and the credit ratings for Delhi and Bangalore compared. Thakur, being the UP thakur that he is, stood by Delhi like a rock, and a very large, substantial one at that. Come to think of it, Hari didn’t really express his views one way or the other; Archana might be away but the fear of God remains. I tend to be biased toward Bangalore in most discussions. Here, however, I did not have a very informed current perspective of matters at hand. The old thakur had shadily positioned himself at the vantage point chair leaving me with a completely unhindered view of only the loo door and you can faff only so much based on back dated information and data points. Thakur had the floor through most of the meal. To my mind, the issue remains an open one still.
Also, working from home isn’t too bad; there’s the favourite arm chair, the music and the doting family to make matters cosy. There’s also the hajaar books (currently reading The Shade of Swords by MJ Akbar) to choose from. And there’s mumma-jaan, these days on a health and fitness lecture binge : “Beta too much weight is not good … health is all important .. reduce ..obesity .. exercise”.. However, breakfast bread continues to have finger thick butter spread on it, the parathas roll out unfettered and the biryani continues to be heavenly. Not that I am complaining. J
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