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Good Morning World: WFH is just a change of venue.
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A tribute to educator and hospitality industry rockstar, Sanjeev Kacker, who retires as HOD Food and Beverage, IHM Dadar, Mumbai.
It was my first trip to Noida. First trip to our vendor’s office. Peak Pacific, founded by Aviation Learning Technology guru and stalwart, Kishor Mistry, was a startup in its first year. We had a couple of big clients and one of the critical projects was being developed by our vendor, a big services company. The project hadn’t been moving as expected. The CEO Kishor asked me to go down to the vendor office and see if we could move […]
It was 1979. We were in Jeevan Shanti LIC Colony in Santacruz, Bombay. My world was defined by the Juhu area (where I went to school), and Santacruz, where I lived with my parents and sister. To be precise, my world was defined by C4 and C5 buildings which at that point had all the people I interacted with on an hour-to-hour basis from dawn to midnight. The Kumars, Vedanthams, Jyoti Swarup family, Seth family, Bansals, Patni, Mehras, Sethis, Desais, […]
There once lived this temperamental Ox that swung its head at passersby, its menacing horns sending shivers down every spine that came within 20 metres. Why? Just because. It was 1950, and the Ox lived in the vicinity of Ramapura in Benares (Kashi of yore and Varanasi for the modern folk). Same vicinity where a young free-spirited boy was growing up with his parents and eight siblings (he was the sixth born). Around 10 years of age, the kid had […]
Life is actually a ping pong ball. It is so too. If you don’t believe me, roll yourself down the road and see how your life goes round and round with every gust of wind. Well, it’s a theory anyway. Or so my good friend, TT Singh, sitting in Delhi tells me. Now TT Singh had beaten me in the finals of our club ping pong tournament and as you can imagine he never stops harping about it. That was […]
“I am still beautiful,” she said, looking up at me wistfully. Her rosy cheeks were withered, under the onslaught of the hot sun. She had been standing there patiently for someone to notice her. But nobody had. And now there were others like her, younger, prettier. Yes, she is beautiful, I thought. I had never seen her so up close. I picked her up and she turned her face towards me. Soft. Her petals were so soft. This had to […]