True to the chagrin of the frequent
economy class fliers in us, the general compartment was a cattle class. Mortification
took a back seat to the fact that it was the last train to Howrah from Contai
for the day. I suddenly became conscious of the ignominy, writ large at my face,
to be chanced upon as disregard for others. A four hour ride in a compartment
that had its toilets occupied with flowers and vegetables that would be made
available to the snooty and plastic card heavy wallet consumer in me, the very
next day at the hyper market!
The compartment was a canopy of
coyness, for the hands of the male passengers were brushing unabashedly against
the uninviting breasts of the female passengers, till I realized that the
triumphant shouts were the counts of the number of black or the red ‘sets’ in a
humble card game of ‘29’. And, it took less than ten minutes for us to get
absorbed in the game and even interrupting and offering unsolicited inputs for trading
and ‘trumping’ the Jack,…
Our trip to Varanasi had a singular objective. It was all about bonding beyond the realms of a relationship as a father and son. The idea was to discover what is missing in our relationship and start working towards reinforcing the missing links, so that we evolve as matured adults in our respective roles in fortifying our relationship. The journey started on the 9th of June, 2016. By 5.00 pm in the evening, we had packed our bags and ready to start this interesting journey.
We reached Varanasi on the morning of 10th June, 2016 and checked into our hotel.
Our hotel was located at a quaintly named, Englishiya Line close to the cantonment and the railway junction. It has remained the way since the British left with their Raj, leaving no trace of anything British, off course! The hotel has a decent review across the digital portals of Trivago, Bookings and the TripAdvisor and was fairly living up to its reputation of a 4 star user review. The breakfast (buffet), morning newspaper, trave…
I had received this communication from the HR department, asking
for a self nomination to a workshop titled Work Life Balance.
sessions to me have been those out of turn days, when you are paid to be on a
leave and very importantly no phone calls. At the end of the session, it was
all about wielding the most powerful weapon while filling up the Feedback form.
Trainer would have by them undetaken many tedious tactics, throughout the
session, to ensure that the participants rate and rank the session most
The learning had very little to offer when it required me to go back
to work from the next day and thus the feedback on the session was a cursory
end of day attendance, after a sumptuous lunch at a five star address.
time the training module sounded very different. There was a brief on the
trainer and a write-up. What to expect out of the session? It proclaimed that
the session was designed to help the participants strike a fine balance between