Zero to Hero

I certainly believe there’s another Dhirubhai Ambani in the making...
Here’s an Ode to Sarath Babu and his undaunted fervor…


Momma lean and poor
Toils all day to earn a Re 1
All the energy and love she showers
To raise her little ones

Multiple jobs she has at hand
Tired, but determined all along
Dwells on platforms, the poor man’s land
Teaches her children, right and wrong.

Many a castle she built in air
Off to school, her many children go
Kerosene lamps was all she could afford
Quality of life couldn’t suck more

Blessed she was with a boy so sweet
God’s own child, he was.
Momma’s burdens he carries on his feet
And turned around their lives full of flaws.

He toiled like an ant
Relentlessly day and night
To noone he could vent, puff or rant
But in the end, he got it all right

BITS Pilani he plunked into
Much to everyone’s surprise
Pavement to campus- a transformation, that.
Indeed he was a superman in disguise.

Polaris pecked him away from there
Three years he worked and worked
Debts he repaid with utmost care
In parallel, he studied and studied.

Three times in a row he tried
To meow the un-crackable CAT
With viral fever he was being fried
Yet, he made it through to IIM A, just like that!

Two years of relentless coaching
Dreams being fondled more and more
“No” he said to companies that poached him
“Idlies I want to sell”, he swore.

2000 rupees
Mumbai platform
Mother’s blessings
Dreams that weighed a million tonnes

Thus, the birth of ‘Food King’.


At ISTD Regional Conference today, I had the privilege of listening to Sarath Babu address us straight from the heart. He spoke about his hardships and how his single minded dedication and focus got him here. With all my gut, I can swear he’d be one of India’s most admired entrepreneurs. He’s well on his way out there…


Sarath, you inspire many a lives. You are non-modestly humble, profoundly young, gigantically sensitive to others and simply big. I know you’re going to be reading this. Here’s **bows** to you and your mother. May you continue to touch many a lives and miraculously transform them all, beneath your wings.

How MEN just get away!

It’s amazing how some men BURY themselves in work absolutely oblivious of environment around. By environment, I mean more of social environment. They’re bestowed with the art of shutting out! They can get so self obsessed that ugh! A tsunami won’t move them.

Like it’s just so amazing how they FORGET for however long their buried in their work and for a much long time after, their near and dear ones!

Here’s a typical scenario:

Girl 1
**last night** 00.17

Girl 1
**last night** 00.23

Girl 1
**last night** 01.04

Girl 1
**this morning** 05.43

Girl 2
**this morning** 08.30

Girl 1
**this morning** 09.23

Girl 2
**this morning** 11.05

Girl 3
**this afternoon** 12.55

Girl 1
**this afternoon ** 14.00

Boy 1
**this evening** 14.25

Girl 1
**this evening** 15.59

Girl 2
**this evening ** 17.46

Girl 1
**this evening** 17.53

Girl 2
**this evening** 19.23

Girl 1
**this evening** 20.20

Girl 2
**this evening** 21.47

16 missed calls
Cell phone log, that.

And this ridiculous man finally calls back…. The women, especially Girl 1 who’s utterly frustrated, devastated, broke, miserable, angry, cry-ish, weep-ish, wail-ish, tear-ish, blubber-ish, bawl-ish, sob-ish, wimper-ish (yea I know all of these ish’s mean the same. I used the thesauraus)…. You get the point don’t you? If you’re a girl reading this, you’ve probably been in this situation 'n' number of times. And if you’re a guy, heck. I can see those ugly grins.

Yea so where was I? The man. The 16 missed calls man. He calls back…. (btw, NOT all men return calls. Even if it is 25097 missed calls, it might still go unnoticed).

Boy: “heyyyyyyyyyyy ^^girl1^^”
Girl: “why haven’t you been picking up my calls? I’ve been so worried. Is everything okay?....................................**sobs ecstatically** OR **puts up price** OR **vennnnnntttss frustration**
Boy: “blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah”
Girl: “Okay... I’m sorry. Take care. Eat on time, ^^boy^^… Please take care..”


HUH? I mean really… HUH?????!!!!!!!!
The blah’s that this boy spoke…. I don’t even want to mention! They range from flattery to oh-i-was-EXTREMELY-busy-and-haven’t-eaten-all-day stories to contingency-stories which you HAVE to believe…. Any more tactics? I can’t think of allll of them now!

There’s this boy I know who uses a new one on me:
Ignores calls, text messages on phone, emails, messages through friends, a thousand hi-pings on gtalk and all of the communication channels possible! And when he has seen too much of my vain attempts at reaching him, **ping** comes the much awaited **ping**!

Here’s a glimpse at how this strategy works:
Boy: heya!
Me: hey ^^boy^^
Boy: very busy you have become…
does not answer my calls…
reply to my messages…
eat out with me…
spend time with me…
etc.. etc…
has all the fun in coimbatore…
meano meano…
grows fat and returns…
and keeps falling all over the place!!!
but she’s the bestest!!
Me: okay yea. Your mission accomplished.
You made me smile :)
Boy: **evil grins**
Me: but that DOES NOT mean you don’t see me for the next 500 days or ignore my call
Boy: :) :)


**eyes popping out**
Well, this conversation ain’t lame. He isn’t lame, neither am I. It’s just the WAYYYYY they say it. Ridiculously charming. Adorably annoying. Cheekly cuddly.
And how we melt like useless sponges and forget all the waiting and unattended calls!

And in this case, this boy very conveniently transferred ownership of all of HIS evil deeds onto me! And very sweetly, that! How convenient! I should've recorded these conversations and attached them as audiofiles here! Grrr....


Freakin MEN! How easily you get away! Asses! I feel like poking all of your bums with needle.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

**Sigh**
But we will always love you :)



Disclaimer – I’m NOT the Girl1 or Girl2 or Girl3 registered in the 16 missed calls man's log. And this man holds no real resemblance to anyone in my life.
Reiterating: Characters Girl1,2,3 and the 16 missed calls man are FICTIOUS.
No offense meant, hope none taken!

Low log

Do I call it coincidence or what? I always end up thinking about my beloved blog only when I’m low. So much so, it looks like a blog of some eternally depressed soul. So on those rare occasions when I tell people that I own a blog, I begin the blog advertisement with a disclaimer. One that states, don’t get scandalized by the number of depressing posts out there. It jus so happens, that my blog serves as quite a vent-out-receiving machine, most times…

Now that might get you to think I’m low now… Well, I don’t know. I had long day. A very long one, that. HR Symphony. Event went on well. Not like I had much to do…

Somewhere, there has been some disconnect. I had an amaaaaaaaazing trip to Coimbatore a couple of days ago. A part-adventurous one, too. Strange, I feel quite funny now. Pretty much the other extreme.

Despite all the fun I have, off and on… These lows seem to be hitting quite hard. Hmmpf. Okay, I need sleep. Ta.

I just feel like putting this picture...