Community or Creed?
How would you improve your community? It is a caste-based creed camouflaged as a community. Improving a community is like one trying to walk his way to Australia. Should one set out to change the people around them? ‘Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I…
Tea, Newspaper and Kiss
What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like? Waking up is one thing. Getting out of bed is entirely different. The first place to visit in the morning has been the kitchen for many years. The ambience is often brighter than the rest of the places. It is…
Laughter a Placebo par Excellence
What makes you laugh? The year was 1992 – 93, Kochi, Kerala. I was introduced to a small close knit group known as Osho’s NeoSen Commune. One of the session was Laughing. At the first instance I burst out laughing. How can one laugh without a reason? The fact is when you start laughing, you…
What is one word that describes you? Compassionate, Clever, Characterised, Common sensed, Commoner, Casanova, Camaraderie, Caring and Cash. Home, Happy, Holistic, Herculean, Her’s, Hateable, Hard-hitting, Hours, Happening, Hallelujah, Hip-hop, Holding and Hats. No bullshit, Never illogical, Not taking it for granted.
Antony, Did You Live a Life?
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self. Living too long is a risk too. That is what I have learnt from the field of Insurance. I lived a life less ordinary. Been there done that kind. Have I done enough to live this long. Celebrating 100 years of life is no what I will be…
Shopping is Adaptive and Equally Therapeutic
Where would you go on a shopping spree? I would like to do that on the streets of Sri Lanka. This country has a lot to offer in terms of quality materials and value for money. It is vibrant and has plenty of Indian fashion imbibed in its culture. The hues and shades of Buddhism,…
Unlearning Love to Love Again
What is the last thing you learned? Yesterday I was stupidHence I hurt you badly.Today I am wiseHence I hug you warmly.Tomorrow I will be invisibleHence I hate to say I don’t love you.
Detached to Get Attached
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? That day the umbilical cord was detached from my mother only to get attached to millions of materials around me, I despise that.
What I analyzed about my life.
I am like a small ship ferrying lots of people with dreams. Risk management is the ammunition I carry to protect them. I wont rest until I reach the destination. My determination is the sail I host. My investors trust is the fuel and adrenalin I have. Rough sea does not make me tired. Predatory…
The Bench, A book and she is reading it to me lying on my lap. The magic of Notting Hill will be created. This is the place where I first caught my breath on snowdrops. I didn’t know what I was expecting to see and experience in this random place Worthing, that I chose to…