An eventful sunday...

A long weekend just got over.. And what a Sunday we had.. Had fun, had a new beginning and then, there was a crash.. Things really ended on a bad note.. Details are as follow:



COMING SOON.......

Today...

I want to LIVE today.. Coz I do not know if there will be a tomorrow..

Nobody will await my arrival.. There might a few who may mourn if I depart..

But its beyond my control.. And I am ready..



- Giriraj

Dawn is breaking, Its early morn....

Its 3 a.m. You might be wondering… What is so special about that? But for me, it’s a different experience. I am at the Mumbai Airport. Just checked in early, as I have to board a 5 a.m. flight. I generally do that to avoid last minute anxiety. And let me tell you. Am not alone. The CCD lounge here is full. I just managed to scrap through a small place that was left out @ the corner, right next to the stand holding merchandise for sale. People are busy in their own respective worlds. Some of them, are talking to their family or friends. Some deeply engrossed in reading. And at the other end, look at me. I am doing something, which am sure; none must be doing around here. Writing a blog. But having known the kind of person I am, don’t think you are surprised.

The ride from my Bandra residence to the airport took much lesser than I expected and that’s how, I ended up being @ the airport, almost 2 hours before the scheduled departure. Thought the wait would be a boring one. And the line for Security Check Up was huge. I was unable to relate the chaos to an airport. Been a frequent visitor here. But for the first time, have come across so much of congestion.

Now, I have moved to the Gate No 2. My body has realized that I have not slept the whole night. But still. The excitement to reach home compensates for all the sacrifices I made to board this flight.

I will be killed if I write more on a stupid journey. Why the hell should I bore you just to get rid of my boredom? Guess I will now move to my all time travel companion, the one and only iPod. That will spare me the trouble of being alone out here, as I tend to get engrossed in trying to get a feel of the songs.


Wish me a Safe Journey……



NOTE: This post has been uploaded 22 hours late. This is because; the Airtel Wi-Fi at the airport ditched me big time.

Good Bye DHL...

Last 7 days in DHL. Am all set to join another company. And yes. More than happy to move back to where I belong.

In DHL, when a shipment is undelivered, it is "Returned to Origin" i.e. sent back to the shipper. In my case, m returning to the Origin. My hometown.. GOA. Land of beaches, temples, churches and wat not. But most importantly. The place where my Parents live. Where you can find my great buddies carving a niche for themselves in their respective professions.

Will write more.. surely.. When I just sat down to write, a whole volcano of emotions erupted in my mind.. GUess, I should take some moments. To be with myself...

So for now, I sign off...... Only to come back... SOOON...

The Budget....

Being honest pays; not everytime.... What is Mr. Giri saying? If thats the thought which came to ur mind, then hold on. I am only interpreting the statements of our FM. By giving a loan waiver, the FM has done good to the debt ridden farmers. But the honest and hard working ones, who have at times sacrificed their meal and paid back, will be in for a shock. Wat did they get by paying back? Appreciation? No for sure. But those who dint pay, got it waived off.


I have nothing against the relief. But the way it is done, will go on to set a wrong precedent. And our country is battling against quite a few of them. Or rather, plenty of them.


I would be more happy to see our Agriculture sector being reformed. Short term solutions like waivers are certain to make the life only tougher.



LETS KEEP OUR COUNTRY AS THE PRIORITY...

VOTE BANK POLITICS SHOULD TAKE A BACK SEAT...

Withdrawn....

If you feel, only the rich and famous are subject to accuse, then think again. A person like me, had to withdraw an article under the pressure of several visitors to my blog. They were just not ready to accept whatever I had written about my college. One of my close buddies went to the extent of saying that people might feel that the college had paid me to write such goodie-goodie stuff.

As a result, the article stands withdrawn.. A more realistic one is already "UNDER CONSTRUCTION".

Till then.. Take care....

The Break-Bulk exercise...

My memory dates back, not too many days back. It was the 29th of July. We joined our first company after our MBA. We were the first batch of Sales Trainees; 5 of us in all. Coming from 2 different institutes. I was the only one from mine. But it hardly took me any time to gel with the other 4. Abhi, Ammu, Shwets and Pams. I still remember the way we made a presentation. We had to prepare an entire MARKETING MIX for a product. We took a fresh juice chain and named our product "POMMY FRESH".

We had our NHO together. We cracked jokes all the time. Thought, time in the new company will be so good that we will never have a dull moment. After a month of good time together, we moved to different locations for field training. This time, we knew. That we wont be spending the same good time again. Or even if we do, it will be only for a brief period. But the short period was shorter than I expected. I took one and half month more than others to join back the group from my training. After that, things changed for the company. And we started to fall apart..

2 out of 5 are already on their way out. The future course of action for the remaining 3 might be on the similar lines... We are parting ways as if we are influenced by our company's product - "Break-Bulk Express".

I HOPE THAT MORE STABILITY IS FOUND IN OUR NEXT VENTURES...

ALL THE BEST TO ALL THE 5...

And I am back...

Hey friends.. Am back. To the city, that never sleeps. Yeh.. M toking bout Mumbai. Back to office. On time. Despite of the fact that my flight landed @ Mumbai at 12.15a.m. The entire deparment seems to have a deserted look. Gosh!!! Where are they? The tiring jouney should not be used as an excuse. He he... No lecturing now...

Will tok bout the jouney that it was.. Simply amazing with freezing temperatures. On top, we had an award function on the lawns of the hotel. So you can imagine.. Applauding the achievers in such conditions. But the togetherness was unforgetable. We were like one unit. Was a real good news for all of us. Hey hey... Guess am loosing the sequence.. Give me some time to write. Am in no state to pen down my thoughts..


Till then... KEEP IN TOUCH

On the maiden Agra journey..

I am setting off for Agra tomorrow. DHL has organised its annual sales conference there. A 5-star stay and sight-seeing are the attractions for all the employees. The presentations speaking business are actually treated as the SIDE BUSINESS.

It will be a lot of first times for me. Its the First Annual Sales Conference for me in DHL (probably the last too...). First time, I will be travelling by Rajdhani Express. And last but not the least (rather the worst), I will get to experience the Freezing cold of North India. Temperature is expected to Dip till 5 degrees. Gosh.. The cold wave in Goa or Mumbai only has become unbearable for most of us who have always been pampered by moderate climate. And now, such temperatures will be much lower than what I might have asked for.

But I have decided to take it as an experience. Whatever it is, I need to have fun. Whether I am able to cope up or no, the time will tell. But my mind is filled with excitement, of visiting the monument which is symbolises LOVE, THE TAJ MAHAL. Oh dont get me wrong. It wont remind of anyone. But just wanted to see, the effect of foolishless. The person has actually spent a fortune to erect it. Probably, he should have invested the same money in shares... JUST IMAGINE THE AMOUNT OF WEALTH HIS SUCCESSORS WOULD HAVE HAD TODAY...


Anyways.. Will think about something more. Will write bout it once I am back.. Till then, have a rocking time in your respective cities....

And yeh... HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY... Bharat Mata Ki Jai...

THE START...

Oh come on. Please dont laugh at this. Am writing a post for the first time. So dont expect something hi-fi right from the word go.

I wanted to write this for a long long time. But somehow, things were not in the favor of me writing. But a mail from my friend changed everything. Her writing has always inspired me. And this time, her words did the trick and prompted me to write.

I assure you that you will have loads of stuff to read in this section. Just give me a couple of days. And I will be back. With a bang. Virtually writing down eveything. Even bout my rick journey from Bandra (East) to Bandra (West). So before you get bored with that, gear up to be pestered.

TILL THEN.... HAVE A GR8 TIME