Wednesday, February 05, 2014

Weather, that bitch!

As a matter of personal preference - I don't much mind the winter. I welcome it, actually. Having grown up in a city of major extremes - and skewed towards the summer - I have no love lost for those hot summer afternoons of my childhood in Delhi, the infamous loo (the hot, dry desert wind that blows into Delhi from Rajasthan - filling every crevice with fine dust). I don't miss the sweat, having to bathe twice a day at a minimum. That constant feeling of being drained out. 

So under normal circumstances, I actually welcome the winter. I love the snow outside. I love the feeling of being warm and comfortable inside the house when its miserable outside. But now, I am romanticizing. 

Because back in my traveling days - winter really meant getting stuck in the snowstorm at the airport - or worse, on the highway. It meant carrying a huge bulky jacket in addition to all the other stuff on your twice a week plane rides. It meant shivering in the snow outside for a smoke (this, when I still was addicted). And a million other indignities no civilized human should have to endure.

But all through these years - and starting in Michigan, I still loved the winter. The changing landscape.

But this year sort of rattled the cart. I mean seriously. 30 inches of snow? I know these are fairly first world problems - but seriously!!

So to the weather bitch - no, i will still love winters. There's something to it that folks who grew up in temperate climates don't appreciate. 

But I wont romanticize about you. 

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Big 4 business

It was cool really. Going against a big 4 in a consulting gig. It helps that you know all their tricks and can react against them. Never mind we didn't win. But it was a learning experience. And I just know that things are going to come full circle. But it was fun. 

I just wish I could go one on one on the client orals. I just wish I could take a shot against their partners. The green dot, for all it's faults, prepares you really well for such hyper competitive situations. 

Love, just love building a business. 

Oh well, next time buddy!

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

My much maligned state

New Jersey doesn't have a whole lot to show for itself. People drive through it. The Sopnanos, Jersey Shore and TV shows of that nature doesn't do its image any good.

I have lived here for 11 years. Even when I was traveling to what I would consider the best places in the world to live in (e.g. Seattle, Sao Paulo, ), this was, to much mirth, has been my home.

And the longer I have lived here, I cant help but draw this state's parallel's to my own life. To me.

This state isn't visually appealing. But it has one of the best school systems in the country. It has, perhaps, the best university in the world. It houses companies that are on cutting edge of health care and life sciences.

And it has a lot of car dealerships. And a lot of chain restaurants. 

It has one of the highest property taxes in the nation. And one of the best public transit systems in this continent. It has duality. And a really fat, pugnatious governers. Who still might be the next president of the united states.

It has duality. It is the Garden State without a whole lot of gardens. 

But it has diversity. And embraces it. It has little India, little Italy, little everyfuckingcountry on earth.

It has downtrodden cities. It has Bruce Springsteen. 

And it has gotten every person I have associated with here to a better place. Where they can diss this place, subsequently.

To New Jersey. My home. As always, after New Delhi. 


Sunday, January 12, 2014

Sunday evening post

I haven't done one of these in a long time. There was a time when I would finally settle down this time of the evening, get my evening scotch, switch on the TV and write. Whatever was in my mind. With half an eye on the clock - because I had to get up at 4 am to fly where ever I was supposed to be flying that week.

Times have changed, obviously. And looking back, so much more content now. Happier. There's baked chicken in the oven. There's tons of food in the fridge. 

Nothing makes a man happier than food in the fridge. Trust me.

Getting ready for work isn't like it used to be. No airport security lines. That in itself makes it worth it. And knowing I will be home tomorrow night with my girls. 

Still, I haven't done this for a long time. The sunday evening ruminations. 

Life doesn't really get any better than this. Scotch, Sunday night football. A warm home. And the accompanying mental stultification. 

So, I don't really have anything to write about, really. Other than feeling good at the moment. 

And in a blog, where I have spewed more than my share of negatives, to just feel, and say, that this is just right!

On other news, my LPY is close to 150K. As I was driving it after a while to the grocery store, I realized what those 150K entails. A lot of things. As it nears that milestone, I know that if the old LPY was the little wise lady I have always thought of it as - it would say that it was distance well traveled. 

And it purrs on. Not like my other fancy car. But it purrs on. 

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Communications...or transformations therein.

There was a time, when I was growing up in India that we didn't have a phone. I don't mean a mobile phone. That shit didn't exist back then. Good old POTS (Plain Old Telephone System, for you ignoramuses). We didn't even have that. Because there was a 12 year waiting period for one. 

Eventually, when we eventually got one, I had just hit my teens. And I would spend hours after school talking to the same guys I had just spent 8 hours at school (much to the general irritation of my parents). 

And then came email. Wondrous email. Same as our blue inland letters- but with instant delivery. And free. No wonder, it was called hotmail. We send tons. To the 5 friends who actually had an account and could get access to an MTNL dial-up. Just for the kicks. This would be 1997, maybe?

And time flew along...

There was a time when I would wake up every morning and actually expect to see some real emails on my personal emails. 

Now, zilch. Sure, I do get emails from Apple, Best Buy, Macy's, all kind of weird web-sites where I submitted my email address (stupidity) - but no personal emails. 

Hell, I don't even get real emails on my birthday. My dentist (who I haven't seen in a couple of years) does send me a birthday card religiously. But noone else. Even my parents are apparently getting tired of sending me emails. 

So, what replaced email - that wonder of a technology that was going to change how we interacted. 

Facebook. 

Somewhere during 2006-2007, all meaningful communication moved to Facebook. Primarily through easy to write comments or even better, the "like button". Doesn't require a whole lot of effort - that "like button". 

During its early days, I would actually get messages on Facebook - like people trying to replace the effort of typing out the email address (with autofill) by just writing on Facebook. I was cool with it. One way or the other, we all stayed in touch, right? And on Facebook you could post random, seriously sad pictures. 

But I think, somewhere circa 2010, that started dying out too. Writing was too much. Communication became a mechanism through statuses. I post my status. You like. Or you post a status. I like. And when I am feeling really generous, I post a comment. In the world of Twitter of course, anything above 140 characters is so 2006...

So now I post articles on Twitter. Without comments. Which I have done here for a long time, as long time readers are aware of. 

Frankly, I am also too mentally distracted to write long posts or even read them. So I shall end here. 

Read the rest on my Twitter feed already!

Not sure where we shall be in another 10 years - but communications - in all that it means and implied - seems to have transformed - from the time when talking on a black phone with your school buddies seemed cutting edge.

Tuesday, January 07, 2014

Happy New Year and back to work

Back to work. Ultimately, all holiday seasons end. 

Back to snoring aunties next to me on the bloody train. Worse, back to waking up in the middle of the night to get to work. Or coming back so tired that conversations seem a chore.

Need to get rid of that creaky bed. It's done its job. 

Big year. New year resolutions bore me. But this new year's resolution is killing me. And no, its not working out.

To all my friends. Welcome back. Another year of life. And blogging. Even more random stuff.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

The holiday season is here...

....and it promises to be very different from the ones that preceded it. 

To everyone, a very happy holiday season. Have fun, eat, drink and generally have fun. From someone who is just discovering what it can be..its a beautiful thing. 

Peace everyone and fishes.