NavDharmyug

This UPA to me, apart from all the foolhardy and gibberish explanations for various scams till the time it got caught between the rock and a hard place, would also be remembered for a tenure which saw a name moving to the dead from the Army's hall of fame in the face of irritatingly obvious apathy, the glorious name of Sam Maneckshaw or Sam Bahadur, whose funeral a self-serving government could not find time to attend, nor for whom Laloo Prasad Yadav could think of recommending Bharat Ratna. No vote bank to be addressed there. Another shameful episode was the way this government treated General VK Singh, one of the most pubicly upright public figure of late. I will not sit about to write the life story of General Singh, as I do not know from where to start, with his date of birth still in question due to obstinate posture of an unfeeling and crazy government. The line of argument and speak of this government is lame enough to send any sane man into tizzy, for instance, they ...

IceCream Sandwich The most recent disappointed from my Galaxy Note, one of my costliest acquisition of late, of the Self, for the Self and by the Self, a rarity in a married man's life, as it lost voice last week, with some speaker issue last week. With my newly acquired, zazzy girlfriend refusing to speak to me, came to rescue my trusted HTC Hero for the couple of days as my Note went for warranty repair. It was smooth, much better than Nokia and came back its chirpy self, in stipulated time. But with it went off the Wifi setting, and as time would permit, or would not permit I could not restore the Wifi setting for good one week. Work could progress unhindered, however, thanks to the 3G on the phone and Santa Clauseque message notifying reduction in 3G sharges by 75 percent, a combative response from Airtel to MTNL. Finally, today on Saturday got connected to Wifi and got a message from Samsung regarding update available, thought it to be ICS 4.0, Ice Cream Sandwich, the...

A rare, Sunday, with forced ignorance to the attempt by the spouse to paint the feeble struggle to sneak some rest after constant running around in the time of organizational churn and race to targets, as a major sloth, and even worse, calling that sloth as key portion of character profile, I watch my lovely, recently turned four, rolling on the bed, making bubbles in the air and drinking some water from the bottle. My life just as that of mankind can be divided into before and after my daughter. As I rushed through the meetings on her birthday on 16th of May,sneaking in and out of the charged day, my mind invariably keeps going back to the fateful day four year back when at 8:18 in the morning, I got the word from the Doctor, Bithika Bhattacharya, that the earth has suddenly been blessed with a million new colors. I had read some website about first tings to do, and one of them being counting the fingers of the baby, and I remember, as I walked into the Nursery of Max Hospit...

I work in Sales, not the kind where you can go on a call and then go home and sleep, but the kind where you can very well go home and sleep, but on every dreadful Tuesday, mirrors are out and you have to ensure that what you find in the mirror is something likeable, it might not be successful, but it has to be honest, and true to commitment. How can you do that when there are so many human  factors internally and externally which define how true you will come out to be? The only way is to have people who can make a difference and who are intending to be as trustworthy and true to their commitments as you are, right across the value chain, or food chain or whatever you might decide to call it. And don't be fooled by appearances which are nothing but that. There a very sad thing about language, what started as a way to communicate what you have in your mind and heart is the same thing which is used to hide what you have in your mind and heart. When you hear the word,"Trust...