Mard tange wala

Ignore the title of this post...its just a dedication to a very dear friend of mine who is totally crazy about this blog and the ideas that I write here. So much so that he started an online campaign via his and his circle of influence's gtalk status messages to make me write this next post sooner rather than later. Though the campaign was a failure because this is about 2-3 months after he started and ended the campaign that I am writing again, he is still a very dear friend of mine though we speak rarely and I miss speaking to him rarely. (Yes, I know the referencing of the last 'rarely' in this last sentence is ambigous...its for a reason!)

But Oh! my dear blog!!! I have come back to you again on one of those nights when I am finding it so very difficult to sleep for there are so many questions ringing in my head and so few answers. In fact no answers! If I had any answers, I would have certainly be asleep by now.

And its such a random cocktail of questions that some of them deserve a mention here. Partly because I have used the word random in relation to them in the last sentence and I certainly have to live up to the title of my blog. But more importantly, to document some of these questions and help me think through them in the coming days rather than totally forgetting about them given my goldfish memory! Of course, I could have just opened a word file and started typing there, and that was indeed a strong debate that I had within before I ruled in favor of the blog. But just on that point, imagine if the first guy who ever blogged and invented 'blogging' per se had contemplated writing in a word file and had actually decided in favor of it! This world would have been without the more than 112,000,000 million blogs that it currently has. All because of a simple decision of one, then, insignificant man! No wonder Microsoft haters have been the source of some of the best IT and computing innovations in this world!!! (I totally hate these fucking diversions from the main point!!!!!!)

So, some of the questions ringing in my head before I started writing this post were the following: (Waitoooooo!!!!!! They are certainly ringing less loudly then they were when I was trying to sleep so this would just be a list of what I remember and what I would cook up while writing.)


.......................Nope! I don't think I would write them here...wrote them...wrote quite a few, but I guess they got too personal. So not really for this forum. I know...you have all the reasons to suspect that bloody Gulati is not evolved enough to think of anything complex and this was just a gimmick. I guess you are right about this too...hahahahahahaha...wonder who I was talking to while writing the last two sentences...felt like I was chatting on gtalk.

Ok! I guess this post is becoming more of gibberish rather than anything else. However, I frankly think that first three posts could have been classified the same as well, so I am not going too much against the expectations that I have already set for you guys! But seriously, this is my first post from here in London and I am so happy that I didn't do the obvious as yet i.e. I haven't written this post about my experiences of the first two weeks in the foreign land! Isn't that too cool! Whats super cool is that I haven't even taken the option next to obvious i.e. that I haven't announced up front that "I am writing this post sitting here in London and just to be different, I wouldn't write about my experiences here because that would be too obvious!"

But now that I have made that point, maybe I could write a paragraph about the last two weeks here. Franly I can't really think about anything really exciting enough that could match up to the rest of the stuff that I have written in this post. However, what has really stayed with me is that I see construction workers buying lunch from the same restaurants / shops from where most of the management consultants and investment bankers buy their lunch from...McDonalds, Boots, Tesco, Eat...all of them most buy their lunch from the same places on a normal day. Of course the bankers and the consultants often get to go to some of the swanky places as well. But I am talking of most normal days in the lives of these people. Now, what could be more socialistic than this. I do not really have very radical political views on either side but this really has stayed with me and this is something that I would reallylove to hear your comments on.

If you are wondering what happened to me so suddenly that I am talking of socialism and political views, the reason for this is that I am reading this fantastic book "Becoming Che" these days which obviously is about Che Guevara. (Since most of you who are reading this blog would in all likelihood be my very good friends, which would also mean that your IQ level is likely to be not that high, here's the link that introduces this guy in great detail http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Che_Guevara). I think the best part about the book is that its a gift that I really liked and value a lot (and of course I wrote this sentence to make a statement..hahaha...). But on a less serious note, what a man! I mean what a guy! I really don't wish I was like him, except for the fact that I wish I had more permanent passions in life but that's really the material for another blog post.

What I really wish for, though, is that I could have that vision or that talent to recognize a man like that easily and be great friends with him. Quite an escapist wish, I must confess but different at the same time. But here is the exercise that I want you to do right now, on this note. Close your eyes and think of 5 people that you know on whom you would bet a million dollars that they would become really big some day. It'll give you a great perspective on those people, your friends and yourself. Just that you must concentrate hard enough and long enough to think of everyone that you know.

On that note, I am all set to say adios except for another parting thought and this is in the form of one of the questions that was ringing in my head!

What is it that sets one apart from the other that he could say to himself, in all honesty without cheating himself or fooling himself, that "Yes, I am better than him...much better...much much much better"?

-j