2012 started off with a New Year's party, and will probably end with an end-of-the year party at a remote location one day before the last day. Some highlights of the year were-
My older daughter Prarthana graduated and went in for an M.A. in English, and now she speaks Tolstoyese at times. Frightening.
My younger, Pooja, continues getting daunting assignments as part of her B. Arch. We hope she builds things (or is it designs?) which are joy-giving.
My book was launched in the retail space from the virtual-alone. Twice. I had to add a Nagpur section to it as I moved out to Dilli, the place which controls India, so many years after independence. Not counting renegades such as Bangalore, who acquired a life of their own.
Mukesh Ambani came to our party-I mean convocation- at Nagpur.
Anna Hazare and Kejriwal happened, and Modi did better than the Indian cricket stars.
The Delhi gang rape and the Connecticut shooting proved that beasts among men are still around, and we may or may not have a solution.
I read a lot of books, and some good ones among them. The Etymologicon may be a highlight.
My Brand Mgt. book with Bhagyalakshmi did not get published. Well, you need something for 2013, too. Can't afford to leave blanks in the CV of life.
My blog (just) crossed 25,000 views, many of them inexplicably from countries that don't have an English-speaking populace. IT world screw-ups in counting is a plausible explanation, as suggested by a reader.
I saw some good films, and one was a ghost from 1983 called Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro.
Played a little bit of golf, but in general, less than 2011. Hope that will improve with time and age. The slower your reflexes, the righter you get your shots in this game. Like wine in a way.
Single malts. Made a discovery that Amrut single malt is as good as some Scotch malts, and made in Namma Bengaluru.
Met a few friends and students after years- it was lovely. As some wise guy sang- What a feeling! His next line was, I believe, dancing on the ceiling. Not recommended unless you are practising for bungee-jumping.
Cheers.
My older daughter Prarthana graduated and went in for an M.A. in English, and now she speaks Tolstoyese at times. Frightening.
My younger, Pooja, continues getting daunting assignments as part of her B. Arch. We hope she builds things (or is it designs?) which are joy-giving.
My book was launched in the retail space from the virtual-alone. Twice. I had to add a Nagpur section to it as I moved out to Dilli, the place which controls India, so many years after independence. Not counting renegades such as Bangalore, who acquired a life of their own.
Mukesh Ambani came to our party-I mean convocation- at Nagpur.
Anna Hazare and Kejriwal happened, and Modi did better than the Indian cricket stars.
The Delhi gang rape and the Connecticut shooting proved that beasts among men are still around, and we may or may not have a solution.
I read a lot of books, and some good ones among them. The Etymologicon may be a highlight.
My Brand Mgt. book with Bhagyalakshmi did not get published. Well, you need something for 2013, too. Can't afford to leave blanks in the CV of life.
My blog (just) crossed 25,000 views, many of them inexplicably from countries that don't have an English-speaking populace. IT world screw-ups in counting is a plausible explanation, as suggested by a reader.
I saw some good films, and one was a ghost from 1983 called Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro.
Played a little bit of golf, but in general, less than 2011. Hope that will improve with time and age. The slower your reflexes, the righter you get your shots in this game. Like wine in a way.
Single malts. Made a discovery that Amrut single malt is as good as some Scotch malts, and made in Namma Bengaluru.
Met a few friends and students after years- it was lovely. As some wise guy sang- What a feeling! His next line was, I believe, dancing on the ceiling. Not recommended unless you are practising for bungee-jumping.
Cheers.
