Stupendously Sublime

Today as we were sitting together and wondering how the last year blew by, the finality of the  moment was starting to sink in. In the house that i have started to call home, there will be no longer a long haired pillock, sunk lazily into the bean bag, holding 1 device or the other. There will be no one to say "Ek aur"at 2:30 am at night. There will be no one to run errands, pick people up, score, bring different people into our lives and generally provide interesting stories and events. Today, a brother leaves for home, amidst a change that will be forever with him. Bangalore was what it was, because of him and its gonna be sad without him. But change is good, changing for the better is great, but changing for the better and remembering where you came from is the best. Pranav is a brother to me, usually annoying, at times Nalayak, part encyclopedia of useless knowledge and for whom the company of brothers was more important than girls. Now, before he starts to get a big h

The thing with titles is that they are ridiculously difficult to justify, or is it just me? I have sat and thought and thought and finally it struck me that I’m at my wit’s end, that I, who is regularly complimented on my literary prowess (though it is mediocre at best (please please please disagree with me and tell me I’m better than average) and insipid at the worst) am at a loss of how to tie 3 divergent stories connected only by 2 threads, Me and Mumbai, HEY! That sounds like a good title…but is a bit broad to cover this particular tryst, so let’s just say that it is Me and Mumbai: Shots So, abstract title done…on to the meat of the bone. Me and Mumbai: Shots The intrepid recruiter (shouldn’t this be the Inept Recruiter??) was on the move, and his first assignment was the land of Maratha pride, Maharashtra. Recruitment aside this was a most tough land to compete in and the availability of good human capital always comes at a premium, a premium I could not afford to pay,

As an  intrepid recruiter on the move for  the past month or so I have realised 2 things 1. What 18 hour workdays  mean 2. The beauty India has... Now, I was told when joining that campus recruitment is very tough business and the travel can be  crushing and as is my usual self, i considered these warnings as gross overstatements (STUPID, STUPID), what i really should have understood it as was a massive understatement. I have not seen what my house looks like for the past months in fact my only concern while visiting (I use visiting, and not living) my house is that i have to wash clothes. Now, if we had the numbers of last year i'm sure i would not have seen my house for atleast 3 months and every single event means an 18 hour workday. But, the questions is "Do i hate it or do i love it?" and the unequivocal answer is that i love it...it is hard, it is fast and out of the office... This job has some other perks apart from being rewarding in itself, it is taking