Orange is ruling my career life
Orange is one of my favorite colours since long. I was delighted when my first employer, of mixed Dutch & Kannadiga parentage, with the dominating partner being Dutch, had its dominating brand logo in orange. You see, for me, its a colour of fire, and thus, as powerful as fire itself. Its also an "alive" colour, unlike grey.
I just discovered, with a slight amount of shock, which initiated me to write this post, that my next employer's logo is, this time now, Completely filled with orange! Eeeeek!
Hmmm
For the uninformed, the new employer is completely desi in flavour and origin. Of course, in its so-far young life, it did have a long-term relationship with a American firm of German antecedents. They share an extremely amiable and productive relationship now.
If nothing else, the consistent work-life colour will keep alive reminders of my previous employer, and all the good lessons that I learnt from there.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Pardon
Pardon the excessively yukky & pansy-wansy look of the blog; especially that smiley in the Blog heading.
Is this "the effect of society on male psychology" in action?
Is this "the effect of society on male psychology" in action?
Sunday, April 20, 2008
20th April '08..the day that just went past
Woke up, as usual did not brush my teeth for today. Lied (1st lie of the day) that I brushed my teeth, to my mom, who threatened to withhold breakfast unless I did the same. In the good ole days when I was scared of lying, I'd wash my face with water, and confirm to my mon, that I indeed washed my face (Where I come from, the Telugu phrase meant for brushing one's teeth, literally translates into, "Have you washed your face?" :D
Anyways, I've been reading Shantaram all through morning and afternoon. I got up at 10am so the 4K run had to be postponed. I am trying to get back into good shape. The thing is that I would be going through a high-intensity trek in the Himalayas in a fortnight, and my voluntarily sedentary life at MICA, with nearly a pack of cigarettes a day, and NO exercise had left me at a point, where a few minutes of hard running left me exhausted enough to keep panting for a whole hour after that. Therefore, it being critical for me to get back into shape, I have got back to walking/jogging/running.
Stopped reading Shantaram at afternoon time, and busied myself with Friends, the Hindi-dubbed version of Indra & a NatGeo documentary on the construction of the Burj al Arab Hotel.
After hours of useless Net surfing & online social networking, went out with my folks to buy ethnic wear for a cousin's marriage. fabIndia & Westside. Ended up with loads of chicken at KFC along with some amazing ice-cream for dessert at Melting Moments.
Here ends the 1st day. Have planned and decided to take full responsibility for getting 5 more MICA theme tee-shirts printed; the plain MICA polo, MICA Alumni-Ideas Unlimited tee, a MICA sweatshirt, a MICA jacket & a MICAn for life tee.
What a fucking shallow post. Reminds me of the posts of another Hyderabad based blogger. No depth whatsoever in some of her posts. What a useless life. I'm transforming into another of those denizens for whom it really doesn't matter if they die this moment or the next, 'cause the disease of shallowness has already entered their life. Yuck!!! No wonder I request people not to read my blog. God save the person who chooses to read the same.
Anyways, I've been reading Shantaram all through morning and afternoon. I got up at 10am so the 4K run had to be postponed. I am trying to get back into good shape. The thing is that I would be going through a high-intensity trek in the Himalayas in a fortnight, and my voluntarily sedentary life at MICA, with nearly a pack of cigarettes a day, and NO exercise had left me at a point, where a few minutes of hard running left me exhausted enough to keep panting for a whole hour after that. Therefore, it being critical for me to get back into shape, I have got back to walking/jogging/running.
Stopped reading Shantaram at afternoon time, and busied myself with Friends, the Hindi-dubbed version of Indra & a NatGeo documentary on the construction of the Burj al Arab Hotel.
After hours of useless Net surfing & online social networking, went out with my folks to buy ethnic wear for a cousin's marriage. fabIndia & Westside. Ended up with loads of chicken at KFC along with some amazing ice-cream for dessert at Melting Moments.
Here ends the 1st day. Have planned and decided to take full responsibility for getting 5 more MICA theme tee-shirts printed; the plain MICA polo, MICA Alumni-Ideas Unlimited tee, a MICA sweatshirt, a MICA jacket & a MICAn for life tee.
What a fucking shallow post. Reminds me of the posts of another Hyderabad based blogger. No depth whatsoever in some of her posts. What a useless life. I'm transforming into another of those denizens for whom it really doesn't matter if they die this moment or the next, 'cause the disease of shallowness has already entered their life. Yuck!!! No wonder I request people not to read my blog. God save the person who chooses to read the same.
a Gruha pravesham
For the uninitiated, "Kshana kshanam" in the Telugu language, my mother tongue, translates into Moment by Moment. It is also the name of a superhit Sridevi + Venkatesh Telugu movie, of which I have seen partially.
You wanna know why a man chose pink? Go figure...I believe in the aesthetic philosophy of Manish Arora, who like me, is in total love with bright shocking colours. And I am straight, if stereotypes are entering your heads. I absolutely love Manish Arora's sense of style & aesthetics. I do love fashion & style.
This blog is intended as a Daily Diary. Naren's blog post put it accurately that one has to record one's feelings, emotions, experiences through the day, otherwise all the special moments that one has experienced throughout the day, all the memories basically, if not recorded, they fade away, and it is only the emotions that stay back.
You must have often experienced certain kinds of emotions & feelings. You may experience a deja vu, you may have been through moments where you feel you've done all that's been done right now by someone else, or being recounted by others. But most of the time, you will not be able to recall the practical experience, all that remains are the emotions, like a ghost.
Which is exactly the reason for starting off a daily diary. I realise I have had a fairly varied career life since I started working at the age of 20. I started off in the Banking & Financial services industry at Bangalore. I worked in Hyderabad, Bangalore & Vizag, with a substantial 11 months spent at Vizag. I then sat at home for 8 months, pretending to prepare for CAT, while doing just about everything else. And then came a whirlwind 1 year at MICA, doing an MBA focussed on retail & marketing communications which included 1 month of travelling across 17 cities in India, 2 months working for a management consultancy in Bangalore as an Intern, and 10 days across London, Paris & Dubai. Not to mention, I'll be off to Bangalore for my Induction at the same firm I was interning at in Bangalore, in June, and would be moving base to Gurgaon after that. Now, I'm not gonna mention the vacation spots I plan to travel, it'll become a little heavy. Lets take things as they come, shall we?
And So it becomes all the more important to record my memories.....So I develop more as a person, with my memories very much intact, so that it gives me an opportunity to hone my skills as an aspirational writer, and of course, simply for the pure joy of writing.
Great. Enough said. Day # 1 follows.
You wanna know why a man chose pink? Go figure...I believe in the aesthetic philosophy of Manish Arora, who like me, is in total love with bright shocking colours. And I am straight, if stereotypes are entering your heads. I absolutely love Manish Arora's sense of style & aesthetics. I do love fashion & style.
This blog is intended as a Daily Diary. Naren's blog post put it accurately that one has to record one's feelings, emotions, experiences through the day, otherwise all the special moments that one has experienced throughout the day, all the memories basically, if not recorded, they fade away, and it is only the emotions that stay back.
You must have often experienced certain kinds of emotions & feelings. You may experience a deja vu, you may have been through moments where you feel you've done all that's been done right now by someone else, or being recounted by others. But most of the time, you will not be able to recall the practical experience, all that remains are the emotions, like a ghost.
Which is exactly the reason for starting off a daily diary. I realise I have had a fairly varied career life since I started working at the age of 20. I started off in the Banking & Financial services industry at Bangalore. I worked in Hyderabad, Bangalore & Vizag, with a substantial 11 months spent at Vizag. I then sat at home for 8 months, pretending to prepare for CAT, while doing just about everything else. And then came a whirlwind 1 year at MICA, doing an MBA focussed on retail & marketing communications which included 1 month of travelling across 17 cities in India, 2 months working for a management consultancy in Bangalore as an Intern, and 10 days across London, Paris & Dubai. Not to mention, I'll be off to Bangalore for my Induction at the same firm I was interning at in Bangalore, in June, and would be moving base to Gurgaon after that. Now, I'm not gonna mention the vacation spots I plan to travel, it'll become a little heavy. Lets take things as they come, shall we?
And So it becomes all the more important to record my memories.....So I develop more as a person, with my memories very much intact, so that it gives me an opportunity to hone my skills as an aspirational writer, and of course, simply for the pure joy of writing.
Great. Enough said. Day # 1 follows.
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