all Gyan BIG & small

So, just made it on the after a mad sprint across 3 platforms, and hopping into the last bogie just as it was about to leave the platform, and thanks to some fervent prayers, the train left 4 minutes late. Now the fun part, my ticket was upgraded, and now retained on the same class. However, another girl got upgraded. The catch, she is newly wed, and her hubby beside her did not get upgraded. The sincere TT says, its against the rules to exchange tickets across classes, and I bet he will be around to check if we do swap the seats. Fun Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone Essar

That's all the time I have to reach the railway station, after losing a good 20 mins at a railway crossing. And it's raining. And traffic mamu wants to clear one big lane at a time. Will post a "from the train blog" if I make it in time. If I should think of some consolation, my waitlisted ticket got upgraded to first class. But I guess there is never a free meal! Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone Essar

An uncle that I respect much, while discussing (~ read give gyan) about my girl hunt, said – "John – before a man really gets to commit and is ready to be married, he has to be broken apart in every sense, and be built back, and this is the only way, it really gets done. The longer you resist, for whatever reason you think it’s worth it, it just gets painful” Well – I just smiled, and thought, ya – there are few things I need to let go, but being broken apart and then being rebuilt – hmmm… naaaaaaaaah. I still wonder about the above, but today, I have done something I thought I will never do (or rather never wanted to do) – Send across my “profile” to a prospective girl! Yes – I did it, and all my dear friends – you can go ahead and rag me now. Well, the only salvage point – I sent as few details as possible, and 4 pictures that were shot by random friends – pictures that are as close in resemblance of me – well – I am not the poster boy, and let not my pictures (if at all) paint ...

God made Adam before he made Eve because he didn't want any advice on the matter. ~ Patrick Murray

There was a time, when being broke meant being broke. You had no money in your pocket, your bank and no hope of any deposits mysteriously appearing out of no where. Come this modern era, I wonder if any of us are / can be really broke in the classical term. You have an overdraft, a nice big credit limit on a few cards, and a whole range of managed funds - in simple terms - Cash Flow. After being on half pay for almost half a year, and a fast dwindling bottom line, and more than expected expenses - my monthly balance sheet shows a big 5 digit figure in the red. Yet, I am making some 6 digit investments in small time businesses(assuming they will payout in the short term), watch movies at IMAX, reading and buying books. I wonder, today looking at the red, if I am broke - in pure accounting terms, if my other assets get frozen, I can file for bankruptcy - hmmm The modern day definition of being broke is that your cards get frozen, bank account reads zero, and you have no money...

.... And when I say 'whatever', it means, I am at the end of the line. Whatever Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone Essar

It all starts early, when everyone around him is fascinated by his apparent breadth of understanding, while in reality it’s amplitude that really sets him apart – in short, he sets off on a path of deeper probing, while the world assumes a broader spreading. The initial conflicts appear as rather curious quirks, and are put up with as rather fascinating, and yeah, he will eventually grow up and understand – except that, his long lone way of a single journey, not encompassing a broad horizon starts – In short, a loner in the making, with a flamboyant outlook. And, then along the way, in his growing years, he meets and finds some cloned cousins who can give endless intellectual orgasm, and they become friends for a while. And the clock ticks, where the loner, for some time, with his friends started expanding his circle, suddenly realized that he misses, what he most cherishes – amplitude, and off, he sets on a path, of deeper understanding again. And , the clock ticks, till he finds no o...