This post might come across as a surprise to few close friends.
I think of myself first as an investor. Even before I had my first job, I thought about investing. I dabbled through several mistakes in real estate and other places before finding a footing in equities and entrepreneurship.
Should I do it? Would I be able to live with the guilt? I thought to myself.
My mind wandered to the day when I first met her.
I work as a consulting neurologist and movement disorder specialist here. It would have been just another day in the hospital, but for this particular case.
Adhira was referred to me by our neurology resident Dr Kumar.
Today, I read an inspiring article on Hana Mohan.
I have met her only a couple of times (when I knew her as Prateek) and do not know much about her beyond her blog. I read about her decision to embrace her true self last year and my admiration for her went up multifold, especially because that is one area where I had become ambiguous myself.
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Several times in life, I’ve sat at the wrong table and waited for things to get better. A wrong job, a bad investment, a bad industry… to list a few. Talk about table selection and I’ve made all mistakes one could!
2 years in a job I hated. 3 years with a significant investment I wasn’t sure about. 2 years in an industry that I knew would take me nowhere.
I waited.
Nothing really happened!
Part I
I received a memo from head office today. It makes me nervous.
They have marked Surya homes private limited as a red-flagged account and have asked me to prepare a report for the Central Fraud Monitoring Cell.
Making it worse is the fact that this case will be directly reviewed by our Deputy General Manager, Mr Bharat, a long-timer in the bank known especially for his honesty. Continue reading
“ஏன்டா! உனக்கு இதெல்லாம் தேவையா? படிச்ச பையன் தானே நீ!”
“இல்ல சார், இந்த ஒரு தடவ விட்டுருங்க சார், தெரியாம பண்ணிட்டேன்!”
“என்னடா தெரியாம பண்ணிட்ட?! விசயத்த பாத்தா ரொம்ப ப்ளான் பண்ணியில்ல செஞ்ச மாதிரி இருக்கு? இதுக்கு முன்னாடி மாட்டியிருக்கியா?”
“Why don’t we start at the beginning?” the psychiatrist told me.
Hesitatingly, I began my humiliating tale.
A couple of days ago, I visited the nearest SBI branch. I went and stood in front of the “single window operator”.
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“You’ll soon be with someone you truly love,” her friend read the fortune cookie aloud after snatching it from her.
She tried to smile, but her inability showed as she snatched it back and stashed it away. She turned her face towards the window and wiped a silent tear. They all turned silent. Continue reading
Why do I click these pictures?
Is it about my aunt? Or is it about my dad? I am not sure yet.
This is an uncomfortable thing to do and that is perhaps why.
With aunt, I always had a warm relationship. Yet, in the last few years, we’ve maintained a distance, because in proximity we had disagreements.
With dad, it’s a lot of the same. Yet, it is completely different.
Like I said in my post on my daughter, relationships are hard and messy. A thin veil of disagreements always linger. How you handle them defines the relationship. Maybe this is my half-baked study on relationships, especially disagreements and how we deal with them.
I don’t know. I mostly just click.
She invades your personal space like no one else can. Yet, you don’t mind it.
She shares her fear of monsters and expects you to slay them. You hug her hard, for you were responsible in bringing her to this big bad world!
Her world is filled with good rabbits and bad wolves. Beanstalks that grow to the sky and ogres taller than trees.
And princesses locked up in castles!
It hurts you no end that the rescuer is always a prince in shiny armour. Not daddy!
There’s only one man in her life. Daddy. You think, wishfully.
One day, she will be out seeking a new man of her choice. You have to let go!
Relationships are hard and messy. Yet, being a daddy to your little girl is special. You’ll do it again without batting an eyelid.