Old City | New Story | Improved Perspective

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Writing has eluded me in past couple of years. Nonetheless, I make it a point to write something at-least once in a year, so that the blog looks nicely organized. Lately, all my writing appetite has been taken away by reading. I have read huge non-fiction fantasy novels in the past 1 year and look forward to reading even more. Hopefully, this voracious reading will someday turn into ferocious writing. Till that time, the frequency will be low. Furthermore, since no one in particular reads this blog except myself, I tend to pin down my aspirations and frustrations of the contemporary times. It is delightful to ready my musings from 2010, when I started the blog and I hope, it will get even richer by 2027.
The customary engagement selfie :)

Well, to talk of current times – I am back in Bangalore. This time, it feel that the stint will be for a long time. I am about to get married in November with Pallavi. I might someday get her to write here as a guest author ;-). Marriage planning and plotting is taking bunch of my time and the remaining hours are taken up by adjusting to my work in Cisco. Yes Cisco. I started out as an Electrical power supply designer in Philips and now I am a product manager in a Networking company. One mumbo-jumbo to another jumbo-mumbo. However, in the hindsight, I look at my career and I believe I am almost at the end of the rat race. I have done MBA from a prestigious school and also changed my job after 1 year. Now, I feel is the time to slightly move aside from this career and money centric race and maybe think about other aspects of life.

The little heart burn that used to happens when I saw other’s success doesn’t happen now. I am lately realizing that my life’s circumstances are way different than others and the success other’s see is no way going to change my life. A hint of Nirvana- ism fills me up when I listen about other folk’s success stories. This little change has opened different avenues to my life which I never thought I will pursue and I am glad that I am thinking about them now. Also, post ISB, I cannot shed this grateful feeling towards my father, who has left me with no financial liability. I don’t have a loan hanging on my head and not for a second I feel less grateful for this privilege. I have never seen faced hunger, dearth of educational opportunity owing to financial issues and never had to wait for any of my aspirational purchases. I realize that my current sorted life is a reflection of my father’s struggle and my mom’s unending love.


So maybe going forward, I will be focusing on some volunteering work and building something of my own. Gaining financial independence by moving away from this rat race is the next goal and maybe in the process give some of my time on things which can help the less-priveleged ones. 

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