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So Let’s Startup shall we?

In story, Uncategorized on August 29, 2015 at 14:57

Hahaha 😉 That is probably the first reaction one gets to hear every time a budding entrepreneur goes on to share his or her idea with people he/she trusts.

Dude how will you survive without salary?

When will you sell this company?

How will you raise funds?

Do you have office space?

Several questions start shooting around from friends, families, colleagues, your vada-pav wala? Ok not Vada-pav guy he already has a start up and perhaps has answers to all your questions. How much working capital? How may people to hire? Who will be the HR, Accountant, and CEO?

All start up jobs generally have the following words “Should be a multitasker” which actually means the candidate should be able to book movie tickets for the boss on weekends, be the sales, accountant, Customer service representative, and also manage the pet dog of colleague, yeah this start up allows taking dogs to work.

Let us still accept it, we all deep down have this desire to be our own boss. Accept it we do admire these guys who are full of energy, have ideas that can start 1000 businesses but for lack of funds are pursuing only one dream right now. Despite all the problems they are positive about growing their business. Who knows one day it might be the next Google or Amazon for that matter. Their energy is infectious. Very recently I spoke to a guy who launched his start up and having interacted closely I could see the problems one faces when managing a start up, more so from the marketing perspective. His question was simple, how to effectively utilise Social Media to launch his product. When I shared his idea with my friends, they all agreed to help his startup spread the word. His campaign did well and I hope he is working on how to sustain the interest of his followers.

Like my friend, every Startup has its own unique sets of problems. We would like to lend a helping hand to these guys. The guys at Vistaprint ( came up with a funny video to highlight the problems faced by start ups. So when is your startup launching? Can you already identify yourself with the guys in the video 😉 ?



Superwoman in real life

In story on January 28, 2015 at 12:34

We all have seen our mother’s, at least some of us have, giving up everything just to take care of us. Look around and you will find examples of so many women who have had to give up on their career to look after their home. Things now however are changing. And its changing for the good. Women are now educated and take their own decisions. They are no more dependent on others to decide for them. I wait to see an India where this discrimination is buried for good. An India where women will not be discriminated at work place when it comes to promotions or salary. An India where a woman is not afraid  to approach the police for help and is not ridiculed for the choice she has made when it comes to her attire, her body.

That said lets talk about this woman in my life who is all about AND and not OR. There’s a reason why she is my chosen one. Yes, I am talking about my wife. I met her at the dance class. I have always loved the way she expresses while she is on the dance floor, something I have always wanted to learn. Dance comes naturally to her, but so do other things it seems. So good at Dancing AND

She’s a woman who knows what she wants. The first instance I saw this happen was when she explained in detail her requirement to the Architect who was going to do our interiors for new flat. Thank god, I have her by my side for I could have only managed a total disaster, well almost, I did figure out how i wanted my Calvin and Hobbes room :D. So good at Interior Decoration AND

We were blessed with a beautiful daughter, Rhea in May 2014. I keep telling my wife that I am the most luckiest guy in the world for I have two women who love me loads, of course after my mom (Mummas Boy, Ting!!) Back to my daughter, where does my wife derive strength from to manage her work and this little monster as I lovingly call Rhea. Waking up at odd hours in the night and still managing to go and work is no joke. I dont think we men can handle that. I try and do my bit to ease the burden, but there is only so much a dad can do, when Rhea needs her mom she needs her mom 😦 . So SUPERWOMAN AND

A loving wife indeed, managing a moody boy like me can be a task I feel, I try hard not to trouble her much, she already has so much on her plate. So MY GOOD WIFE AND so much more KRUTI this took some time but it had to be done 🙂

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This post is a part of #UseYourAnd activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette Venus“.

Platinum Day of Love: Man on knees- almost

In story, Uncategorized on November 8, 2013 at 17:31

It was a week since he had seen her. Her smile still etched in his memories, when he gave her some tips in dancing. Deep down he thought she must be feeling awkward with a barrage of dancing tips he gave. But then that was what he had loved doing, that was what helped him stay afloat. So many times betrayed, he found discipline and love in Dance. He had thought over this whole day. Should he risk it? Should he risk it just one more time?

Her pictures on the wall were now floating right past his eyes. He felt a strong pull in his legs being rooted to the bed where he rested. He had told himself time and again “Never again”. That calming voice of just a simple “thank you!” was it enough to let his guard down once again? Her eyes, that spoke the truth.

Stay where you are in comfort

And you will lie there forever

Risk it for once with trust

and let life blossom all over

And so he decided to risk it. One Last time. Again!

It kept drizzling that evening. He still decided to pack his bags and make it to the dance class. With his t-shirt almost drenched, he stepped out, with his carefully packed jeans and tee for the night. Her class was about to end as he nearly skidded his way into the class. His eyes were searching for her, did she skip the class today? She had been weak, but today was not the day to skip!

There she was, tiny frame lost in between towering figures, only his eyes could have found her. After the usual exchange of pleasant smiles he popped the question, which was more like a coercion “See you at the social”.

“Ya sure, i am a bit scared but fine”

“Why scared?” he asked

“I’m not that good as you” she smiled.

He kept blushing. That evening he felt all alone smiling at every partner that he danced with. People did notice the change in him. He felt like that teenager he was before, who penned his heart out in his diary over and over again. He never thought it will come back to him, this feeling.

That night at the social, he felt confident to walk up to her and ask “Shall we dance”. The music kept the pace with his steps for he was dancing to her tunes, than lead her on floor. He only stopped when she looked at him and smiled. She had to leave.

Back in his room with a song on his ipod watching her dance on the wall, he kept thinking how crazy he has been. It was the beginning of a never ending dance. God had played it perfect with this dancer who just Waltzed her way into his life, and he could not stop dreaming how they were dancing on the curves of this infinite bond. It was his magical moment, so pure, so rare it had never been better, it felt like an angel had touched him to go out and fulfill his dreams. As rare and pure as platinum, her loving eyes and smile had comforted him enough to start believing in Love again!  His eternal love he knew was here on his Platinum Day of Love .


Novel Route to Melbourne

In story, Uncategorized on September 14, 2012 at 10:55

Amidst the hustle bustle of crowd trying to jostle for space in the Metro, Neha could not help but notice the book that was lying on the empty seat at platform, “Fat Chance-Margaret Clarke”. She flipped through the pages, and found it interesting. She decided she would read it, after all the next train would arrive after 30 minutes. Neha could relate with the central character of the book, Lisa Trelaw. Lisa was fat just like Neha, and was overly concerned about her weight. The story was set in suburban Melbourne, Australia. Neha had always wished to visit Melbourne some day. Neha’s sister Rima was already in Melbourne pursuing a management course and also working at a local café to meet her expenses.

Neha was getting engrossed in the story, it kept reminding her of endless conversations she had with her sister early in the morning on Skype. Rima was adventurous and liked exploring new places. She would tell Neha about the places she had visited in Melbourne, especially her visit to the Melbourne Cricket Ground.

Melbourne Cricket Ground (MCG), Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

There was something about this arena, popularly called by fans as “The G” that fascinated Neha. She did not realise how she was transported from reading a book at the Metro station directly in the middle of an India vs Australia one day international. She held on to the book, cricket did not impress her much. But here she was watching her favourite player bowl, Brett Lee. As Lee ran in to bowl to Tendulkar and the crowd roared with excitement, Neha realised what she had been missing all this while. Just then a ball smashed by Tendulkar was headed towards Neha she ducked to save herself, when the floor beneath her disappeared. Neha was now falling at a rapid speed when she suddenly landed on top of a hot air balloon.

Hot air balloons, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

The sun was rising in the east and Neha with the book in her hand was enjoying the view from top of the balloon. Just then she heard someone call out her name. It was the captain calling out her name. They got Neha down somehow. Neha was always afraid of heights and now here she was right on top of the Melbourne city; it was a moment of a lifetime for her. The stunning panoramic view just took her breath away. When the balloon landed all passengers moved to popular breakfast joint Birdman Eating.

Birdman Eating, Fitzroy, Victoria, Australia

Neha quietly followed them there. There was a delicious fully cooked breakfast spread out for everyone including champagne. Neha was hungry and tired too. Neha opted for coffee and a popular breakfast Bloody Mary.

With her tummy full, Neha was all set for taking a trip in this beautiful city Melbourne. As she was flipping through the pages of her book she felt someone tuck her skirt a little. She turned around to see a cute little girl pointing her towards a stadium. The stadium looked familiar. Of course it was the same stadium from where she landed up on top of the hot air balloon, The MCG. The little girl quietly held Neha’s hand and took her inside a huge room full of sporting collections. It was the National sports Museum, Australia’s most comprehensive sporting collection, showcasing more than 3500 objects related to the greatest moments in Australian sporting history.

National Sports Museum

Each and every memorabilia in the museum filled Neha with a sense of inspiration. So many legends all brought together in one huge museum. Neha decided that very moment to pursue her passion of playing basketball, even though Cricket was the most popular sport in India. Neha was thirsty; she saw a water cooler next to the entrance. She said bye to the little girl who brought her to the museum and headed towards the cooler. The water was freezing cold, Neha too felt the chill.

She did not realise when the water cooler actually started dispensing ice and her glass was now overflowing with ice. The museum had disappeared and Neha was now in the midst of snow everywhere. She was at Mount Buller.

Mt Buller, High Country, Victoria, Australia. Credit: Andrew Railton

It was a pleasant afternoon and people were enjoying skiing. She could see ski enthusiasts from across the world were enjoying their run with their snow boards and skiing equipments over 300 hectares of terrain.

Falls Creek, High Country, Victoria, Australia

Neha wanted to try her hands at skiing. She made the painful walk uphill, geared up to take plunge she started skiing slowly at first, gaining speed gradually and then she was flung high in the air. She loved every bit of this experience; she did a summersault and then landed at the sea shore. She was amazed herself. Those vast expanse of snow field disappeared and now she was facing the Southern Ocean on Victoria’s coastline.

12 Apostles, Great Ocean Road, Victoria, Australia

The sound of the sea was very soothing. It was there that she saw the famous 12 apostles. Created by constant erosion of the limestone cliffs of the mainland beginning 10-20 million years ago, the stormy Southern Ocean and blasting winds had gradually eroded the softer limestone, forming caves in the cliffs. The caves eventually became arches and when they collapsed, rock stacks up to 45 metres high were left isolated from the shore. Neha was now witnessing the 12 Apostles at sunset as they changed colour from brilliant sandy yellow under to dark and foreboding in shadow. How could she have missed this all her life, this natural beauty that lay right in front of her. She decided to relax for a while at the beach as the sea washed her feet gently as if calling her out to take a stroll. Neha thought she will give in to this invitation from the sea. Little did she know what was in store for her next? As she stepped forward she could feel the sand underneath her feet disappear and the next moment she could feel herself being pulled underneath.

She could now see the huge sharks and stingrays all around her; she tried touching them but could not. All she managed to do was touch the glass. Where was she? She wondered. She could now see many visitors walk in to that place. The logo on the t-shirt of staff read “Melbourne Aquarium”.

Melbourne Aquarium

She breathed a sigh of relief. The sharks had scared her, but now she felt safe at the 360 degree Oceanarium which housed giant sharks and stingrays. She was glad and amazed by the way this Oceanarium was built, non intrusive she thought. She felt like camping at the Oceanarium for the rest of her life. Neha was slightly tired and sat on the bench to get some rest. The moment she sat on the bench it started spinning.

When the bench stopped spinning, Neha found herself in the middle of a huge park. She could see lots of people and animals enjoying together at the park, Kangaroos, Koalas and wallabies. She could hear a strange sound of bird, it was the sound of endangered creature, the strange-looking bush thick-knees bird whose call hadn’t been heard on the Mornington Peninsula for more than 60 years. Neha was at the Moonlit Sanctuary Wildlife Conservation Park.

Koala cuddling at Moonlit Sanctuary

Inspired by the work of famous British conservationist Gerald Durrell, Moonlit Sanctuary was now home to 50 Australian species. Neha loved the natural habitat that was provided to the animals at the sanctuary. She got her pictures clicked with the Koala. She was happy to hold that big ball of fur. It gave her peace that she had always wanted, reminded her of the teddy bear gifted by her dad. She closed her eyes to soak in the moment all for herself. When she opened her eyes she could hear her mom screaming at her.

She was amazed, was it all just a dream? She looked by her bedside, the novel was right there. Her mom told her she came back from college and went to sleep while reading the novel. Neha smiled and called her sister Rima “I so want to visit Melbourne” and her sister giggled at the other end saying “Yes babes, it’s your time to visit Melbourne NOW!”

NaBloPoMo:Post 11:Mumbai Rats

In 55 words or less, story on July 11, 2009 at 05:45

The stink was getting unbearable.

That struggle to find his space in this world.

He could feel something trickle down his spine.

A pack of rats, that moved in perfectly synchronized motion.

What wrong had he done to be in this mess?

If only he had listened to Riya.

“Never miss the 9:28 am local”

NaBloPoMo:Post 7:55 words or less-Good morning !

In 55 words or less, story on July 7, 2009 at 17:47

Every muscle was trying hard to suck some life out of her.

Sleep deprived eyes, were struggling hard to open up to a new day.

The noise irritated her to the point of madness. She could not take it anymore.

“What the hell is happening?!!!!” she shrieked.

Raj was ready with her breakfast.

NaBloPoMo:Post 6:55 words or less-One more

In 55 words or less, story on July 6, 2009 at 20:17

He had loved it so much.
For fifteen long years it had been around him, like a true companion.
How on earth can it betray him, slowly bit by bit? It was now time to leave, begin a new life alone.
He was not ready yet. With that he took one more LAST PUFF.

NaBloPoMo:Post 4:55 words or less-Childhood Routine

In 55 words or less, story on July 4, 2009 at 19:13

He was already late. Everyone was dressed in clean whites.

He could barely hear the coach.

One day he will play like his Idol “Sachin”. The mere thought brought a smile to his face.

With his small hands he picked up the gunny bag and headed to clean up the next bin.

NaBloPoMo Post 3:55 words or less-Moment

In 55 words or less, story on July 3, 2009 at 18:29

Every second seemed like eternity.

As he scanned along her eyebrows into kohl kissed eyes, he was stunned!!!

It was his turn now.

Her smile meant the world to him. Scarlet lips were now going to speak.

“A Veg Mc Puff and French fries, anything else Sir??”

P.S: This post is dedicated to the sweet girl behind the counter of Mc Donalds, CP, Shivaji stadium,Delhi.

NaBloPoMo Post 2:55 words or less-Confession

In 55 words or less, story on July 2, 2009 at 18:15

It was not something to be asked.

Those vulnerable eyes spoke something to her. He had not spoken for a while, what was he thinking.

She felt stupid, but this was her best chance to tell him.

“Riya, I’ve always wanted to speak to you about Sneha. You think she’s my type??”

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