I seem to have this awesome ability to post 2 blogs separated by 2 or even 3 years.
I last wrote in 2011, and here I am in the middle of the nowheres of life commenting again after 2011.
I've had a grand professional career after I left IIMA. I got a great compensation package and I did great work wise, I blew my targets and so on, on mostly , part oxygen, as usual. Lazy , procrastinating, infuriating individual.
IIMA is a distant dream, a dim Sirius in a foggy Mumbai night sky , a distant reminder of where I acquired some Star Trek skills. Its a competency I keep hidden in a blanket like a high born wretch, hiding his caste credentials. I live in a very real society, and perhaps Linkedin, where I work has hired an over skilled me and worse still, knows it.
The world heaves and sighs with modern technologies and platforms, yet is so unsocial to spare even a minute for real human emotions played in their foreyard, because of the need to tweet ,whatsapp whatever.. or facebook that interminable moment where you and your friend shared your 4th anniversary over tiramisu in a sad restaurant.
Oh I bloogged in 2007. Life is a torrent since, mostly non-sensical. Love is a commodity now. Feelings are instagrammed and measured by the number of likes received.
What would I give....for a few friends, to travel with and live with, minus these idiotphone addicts.
Still living in hope....
farflung Indian,
I last wrote in 2011, and here I am in the middle of the nowheres of life commenting again after 2011.
I've had a grand professional career after I left IIMA. I got a great compensation package and I did great work wise, I blew my targets and so on, on mostly , part oxygen, as usual. Lazy , procrastinating, infuriating individual.
IIMA is a distant dream, a dim Sirius in a foggy Mumbai night sky , a distant reminder of where I acquired some Star Trek skills. Its a competency I keep hidden in a blanket like a high born wretch, hiding his caste credentials. I live in a very real society, and perhaps Linkedin, where I work has hired an over skilled me and worse still, knows it.
The world heaves and sighs with modern technologies and platforms, yet is so unsocial to spare even a minute for real human emotions played in their foreyard, because of the need to tweet ,whatsapp whatever.. or facebook that interminable moment where you and your friend shared your 4th anniversary over tiramisu in a sad restaurant.
Oh I bloogged in 2007. Life is a torrent since, mostly non-sensical. Love is a commodity now. Feelings are instagrammed and measured by the number of likes received.
What would I give....for a few friends, to travel with and live with, minus these idiotphone addicts.
Still living in hope....
farflung Indian,
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