I recently had the chance to visit Pune on a short trip. Between gobfuls of sumptuous comfort food I caught up with lots of family and friends. During these conversations one common theme started to emerge that I cant stop thinking about. But before I go any further a quick tangent…. ….On this trip I threw caution to the wind and ate what could be the Mt Rushmore of desserts. Puran Poli, Basundi, Jilbi (aka Jalebi) and Motichur Ladoo. That led me to the conclusion that this is the best lineup of desserts in the world and they all come from a relatively small geographical region. You add stalwarts like Shrikhand, Aamras and Kaju katli to this list and we have a true All Star team! I challenge any region in the world to come up with a better line up. But anyway, enough about that. Everytime I engaged in a conversation and the subject veered even close to the Indian State of the Union there would be this common theme; XYZ is ...
Alas! Friday has arrived. The weekend is here. Yipeee!!!! ...These are the words that all my friends utter every friday of every week of every god damned month. If they dont meet me they make it a point to mail me their wretched cries of relief. "Crap" I say to myself "one more day to go for me before I can experience this relief". Ever since I have started working, this terrible curse has dogged me and as every saturday comes by I again start questioning the logic behind this saturday thing. Why in God's name would a person in S & M be working on a day when all his customers are busy doing nothing? Is it a way of saying that we are so bloody incompetent that we need to work one whole day more to keep our side of the deal? All management gurus, in all their ramblings will tell you that you need to be proactive, anticipate all the shit that you are likely to be in.....Fine ..that works...but there is only so much that even the best of businessmen can anticipa...