Gone are those days

When we keep on moving in life and enjoy our new life ,at one point in time how far you may have reached , we sit back and do recall and cherish over all those beautiful memories or atleast an activity that we used to follow or we were made to follow.
It may be the smallest of the things like sucking your own thumb when you were a kid or an exceptional habit like mine where in i had an habit of holding the eyelashes of my mom while sleeping .
I recall those days in our school when we used to have lunch together and every one fighting over that days special lunch, or waiting for the monsoons to come soon and rain heavily ,so that we could call it a day off and stay at home but sit on the window and enjoy the rains pour, make those paper boats or bypass all the dry path and deliberately jump and walk through the water clogged area just splashing water in the air or on your friends,even catching those tiny fishes which when you graduate to secondary classes realize that those were tadpole which would have grown to be a frog and not a fish ,or pretending to be sick and take a day off from school still stay active and have a smile when you wave bye bye to your friends who join you daily and see the look on their face which said ..Lucky you..

Truly Gone are the Days...
As there is a Season for some reason , whos that responsible one for all that is gone.
Who stops us from doing all that we did in our childhood or why is that we stop enjoying all those little things in life ....

I got answer to this question that provoked me to write this blog,I hadbeen thinking for quiet some time to write something or the other,but when ever i used to have a thought to write i didnt have my laptop in my front to key it down ,when i had my laptop on my lap i was too busy with work to tap the words, thats when i again got the pinch of my life ,

Truly gone are the days ,where in we picked up our pen and paper and wrote down the chapter after chapter, In our childhood we were stopped from writing on our walls , but these days you write only on your walls, the words are the same the thoughts are the same , there is a convenience for the giver but not much feel for the receiver.

The pinch of inch

I too thought I could be a poet,

wherein the singers could sing a duet.

Only thing is you need to write sense,

to make the people feel your presense.

I was thinking what do i write,

when i was having my morning bite.

But i was falling short of words,

i was falling short of thoughts.



Thats when i got the pinch of my life,

When i felt havent i moved a inch in my life.

Hydrebad Blues

Leaping into the Leap year on the 27th of Feb i landed at hydrebad,I was invited as a speaker to talk on Luxury and Lifestyle retailing in India at the Franchisee India exhibition, i was expecting a lower turnout of delegates due to Telengana issue but fortunately the Nizams of Hydrebad did come down .I sincerly appreciate each ones business accumen ,truly India is a land of entrepreuners ,I would definetly cover more on this topic from different parts of the country which you all shall get to read in my book " Entreprising India" yes but you will have to hold on for a while till you can grab a copy of the same .


I called it a day at 8pm after meeting lot of potential clients of our, being a saturday night i felt lets step out in the market and get a feel of it , which i always do where ever i go as thats the best way of knowing your market..observe and just observe .


I landed on Banjara hills I would call the most happening place in hyd which you could corelate it with an

Linking rd of Mum,

Southex of Delhi,

Hazratgunj of Lucknow,

MI rd of Jaipur,

MG rd of Blore,

Camac strt of Kolkatta,

Sec-17 of Chandigarh,

the most prominent and few Highstreets of our country.


After spending a good amount of time i decided to have my dinner but unfortunately I wasnt having nonveg so i had steam dosa rather dosaaa's and sambhar, still if you guys happen to be to hydrebad never miss out on the Biryani at Paradise, and Bawarchi ( its the Janta and my type place )....incase you wish to have a little Royal dinner checkout at Hydrebad Heights , amazing view to enjoy your biryani when you are out there with your payaari saayani.


Hmmm,after a hard day and a lovely night it was time for me to hit the bed and get into my dream world ,though i do it in the day aswell , one of the qualities of a piscean..i finally slipped into my sleep.


I woke up at 5.30 on the 28th and a Sunday as i had to hit to guntur,Guntur another potential town in Andhrapradesh quiet famous on the world map for the tobacoos ,the chillies and the cottons, dont be surprised if you come across a foreigner who doesnt knw hyd but knws Guntur.


After a 4hr drive i reached Guntur ,temprature was as hot as the chillies out there,met the client had a wonderful lunch and hopefully by April Guntur shall look more beautiful with the jewellery from Gitanjali.

After having a sucessful meeting i started my journey back to hyd, with the setting of the sun i was also getting relived from the heat burn. I drove for an hour and half and decided to have an early dinner.Being a Dhabha man i was hunting for good dhabhas on the way,well unlike Northern India its very difficult to spot a Dhabha on the highway in south,so i changed my mind to search for a hotel serving Meals or more prominently known in south as TIFFIN,

Finally i spotted a place ,am sure the owner was a hard core andheraite in every sense when i spotted his sign board which mentioned

that the Meals are Redy..Earlier I had a slight confusion that wether the Reddy are from Andhra ,but this gentlemen not only confirmed it,hes also made sure when ever i am hungry I eat only REDY meals..

Indian movie on ROAD

Take a old bhangar truck from Rajasthan ...keep driving it in the desert ....shoot them from the same angle always....play an old melody and ...then burrrrrr....there you have a ..ROAD MOVIE...A Dev Bengal film ( I hope he isnt a realitive of Shyam benegal )

Sorry guys i am still not able to come out from the sadma...but belive me its a huge sadma for me..

It all started last evening after a rigorous day at office i felt i needed to relax and rejevuanate ( i am not able to even spell it rt ..still in sadma..) there came the idea of a muvee...(an idea can change ur life...this idea ruined my life....)...i was trying to recover from MNIK and Karthik calling Karthik for which i am definetly going to sue Farhan..I thought Road Movie would be a must see and my type muvee which i shall enjoy...

I rushed from Kandivli battling all the traffic on the way....on the way i did 1 very good thing...I convinced my colleague Girish to join me...( the worst mistake of life...not mine...Girish ka ....)

The muvee started...sound effects durrr durrr.....more durrr ....durrr.....lights...camera...

SUCTION...of our brain and the 15..20 odd people in the picture talkies...pls dnt mind my language ...i bet even u shall start talkin the same way once u c the film..

The muvee infact the entire muvee is abt Abhay deol ..sorry the bhangar truck travelling from one end of Rajasthan to the other end....belive me they have managed to shoot the entire raaagistan on the muvee.....as they have shown only barren land every where and nothing else..

But as an oasis in the desert ....abhay managed to get a typical banjaran...typical hot banjaran who has tried and almost suceeded to keep the muvee bit spicy...

durrrrr.....durrrrr this is one sound effect that you wont miss in the entire muvee...the clarity of this sound in the talkies was amazing ...as every one was emotionless and wondering whats happening....

Before you start considering me a pessimist let me agreee there was one best part in the muvee...when the picture got over they made sure they mentioned "The End " in almost 15 languages just to make sure that people realize that the muvee is over....

I hope each one of you reading this blog is frustrated atleast a little bit .....and relive me a bit of my frustration...

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