The Other Side of Life

In my humble opinion, the true mirror to one's achievement in life, is their spam mail folder. And by that logic, I have arrived in life. Sample this mail I got yesterday (in my actual inbox, not in spam): I decided to reply to him straight away, given how exciting this proposition seemed. Here's what I wrote: Dear Mr Dave Hill 933 Ji, I am excited that you chose me for this amazing profile of "Hotel Services - Skilled and unskilled". It has always been my dream to work in Canneda. Actually, it has been my dream to ice-skate. That Pepsi Blue Ice Lounge in Gurgaon is a scam, I tell you. When Delhi's at a simmering 46 degrees, people come in to cool their bums on that ice, in the afternoons. No fun. So I always thought of Canneda as a dream destination. Would the Ice Skating Rinks be open after 4 pm, once I am off duty? In case they aren't, would I be allowed to leave early on Monday, Wednesday and Friday? Also, I assume I will re...

Do you have consultants in your life? If you don't, you are missing out on something. Almost akin to being the only one on your Facebook timeline not watching Game of Thrones. #ReferringToAFriend #NotMe Being with consultants brings structure to your lives. Suddenly, everything is crystal clear.  Q: Should I sleep on the sofa and watch random movies on Romedy Now, or should I do something constructive, like say, go jogging or learn swimming? The answer is in the wind, my friends. What should I blog about today? Random stuff, gyaan post, a well thought out post, a short story? Everyday choices suddenly become simpler. Ask me a question.Go ahead. Ask me anything. Q: How is married life? You get the drift. Q: What are your future plans? Q: What do you make of people in office? You get it, right? Just give a structure to anything and your life becomes peaceful.  Just to check if you have been following me seriously, please tell me what y...

I had an interesting conversation with a colleague today. While licking away wisps of Avakkai (Andhra Pickle) from someone's plate, he commented that our generation is not working hard enough to preserve the talents of our past generations. The case in point being rare, non-re-creatable recipes, with the potential to cause foodgasms. And also some arts. I agree. Only that, I don't completely agree. I mean, yes, we have failed our ancestors miserably in keeping their traditions alive. I cannot imagine ever making a Sambhar like my Mom or home-made crackers, like my great-grandmom. However, I don't agree that we are talentless. We did not preserve their traditions because we were busy developing new talents. Let's give ourselves some credit. *round of applause* I know for a fact, that 100 years from today, my descendants will be discussing my talents too. I can imagine it. *Start of Visualization* A bunch of ugly teenagers (ugly because I am a 100% c...

I always take pride in knowing that all my blogposts have an underlying theme. That of humour, reality, depth, satire, laughter, truth and me. So today, I decided to do a little experiment - to try and bring out all these underlying emotions in a single line blogpost. Here goes: <start of post> I am getting married in 4 days. <end of post> Funny, Deep, true, laughter and me. See you on the other side of bachelorhood, readers. Wish me luck! Cheers, Preeks!

I don't think we stress enough on change. Everything around us changes at breakneck speeds and we refuse to go along. Hang on by the skin of our teeth. Take for instance, how we entertain our kids. Story-telling. No harm, really. But the same old stories? I mean, everything that sets up contexts for these stories has changed. Then why expect kids to relate to the "Once Upon a Time" stories. Fear not. Yours Truly is on the case, as always.  I tried to modernize some of the classic moral stories, for our future generations. For your perusal wonly, this: 1. The Classic Story About Unity Original Story:  Once upon a time, there was an old man, who had three sons. All three would always quarrel amongst themselves. When the old man fell sick, he was very worried that his sons would continue fighting after he died. So, he called them to his bed and gave each of them a stick. He told them to try and break the stick. Pooh. Very simple. In one attempt, ...