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So, I’m not a very social person.. I’m reserved, shy and like to maintain a low profile.. so an official trip is something that gives me anxiety.. because I have to force myself to mingle with people and it’s not my strength.. The nature of my job is such where I have to communicate with different people throughout the day.. and those conversations are easy for me because they don’t require for me to make small talk.. and most of these conversations are over the phone.. Whereas when we’re called for an official meeting or in this case a Conclave, it’s a totally different ball game.. I have to make eye contact with people, make an effort to talk and pretend to be interested in what people are saying.. because if you keep quiet and to yourself you’re often labelled as haughty, snobbish and arrogant.. No one gives an introvert the benefit of the doubt that the person may not be arrogant but just painfully shy and unable to initiate conversations..  What’s more tough during such official m

So, here's a shoutout to all Bangaloreans, those who are originally from here and also to those who have come here from other places and made Bangalore your home.. This post is for you.. This post is also for all those who have 'nagged' me saying it's been a long time since I wrote something.. So here goes.. I love this city for many reasons, but "traffic" is not one of them.. Imagine this scene from my recent commute to office.. I'm in my car with the ignition on.. There is a sea of traffic in front of me.. The traffic is moving at a snail's pace.. I'm sure the tortoise from the fable "The hare and the tortoise" has already reached his destination.. But I'm still stuck at the same spot that I have been in from the past one hour.. There is absolutely no way I can move in any direction.. Despite this, the guy in the car behind me is honking like crazy.. Maybe he felt I drive a Batmobile and he thought I can activate the wings of my car

It’s been a week after we laid my mom to rest.. And today we have gathered in fond memory of my mother,  to  remember the joy that her life brought to us and acknowledge the pain that her passing brings.    Mother Theresa said "give until it hurts, because real love hurts "..  The only person who comes to my mind every time I  think about this quote  is my mo ther.   Mummy was only 61 when she passed away unexpectedly on the morning of July 1 st .  Her death came at a time when the family was still coping with the untimely demise of my brother ,   Parikshith .    While ‘ Freni ’ was the name my mother was christened with, she was lovingly called ‘Sophie’ by her family. Sophie is a Greek word that represents wisdom, the pinnacle of intelligence, knowledge and experience. True to her name she bestowed wisdom  upon everyone that she crossed paths with. Hence, it was no surprise that t eaching was an apt profession for  her  and she dedicated her life to imparting her knowledge t

So I'm looking at all the status messages being shared by my colleagues from the HR fraternity about "International Human Resources Day"..  Well, here's a shoutout to all HR professionals all over the world who strive hard to make a difference at the workplace.. I can now picture my friends/acquaintances/colleagues roll their eyes while reading about this and remarking "Yeah, all through the year these HR people behave like they own the world and now they have a "Day" glorifying their profession?? Bite me!!! (lol)  Coming to our profession, yes we are that "annoying" class of people who keep initiating "employee engagement programmes" (read 'surveys', fun hours (yawn!) "Best employee of the month", Ethnic day celebrations and the list is endless) So while we're trying to bring about cheer at the workplace through these activities and trying to boost the morale of  our colleagues the question really is how do we

My brother and I share the same birthday month.. His birthday is on April 3rd and I celebrate mine on April 23rd.. When we were kids I used to bully him saying I'm 5 years elder than him and hence I'm the boss and he should listen to everything that I say.. On one of his birthdays after I wished him he said to me "Now I'm just 4 years younger than you".. And I just burst out laughing.. Then I told him that on 23rd I will again be 5 years elder than him.. He said that doesn't matter.. Today I'm only 4 years younger than you..  This and countless other memories of him have flooded my mind during the past few months.. All those memories of undiluted joy and fun..  As a kid he was very naughty and cheeky and always knew how to make us laugh.. He would regale us with stories about his classmates, teachers and friends.. And all those tales would always make me laugh..  Of course we would also fight like cats and dogs.. You know, the usual bickering that occurs b

So a friend recently shared a pic of a colleague on our WhatsApp group.. This guy (let's call him "Salt & Pepper) is the present crush of another friend in the group.. So when I saw this guy's pic I zoomed in to have a proper look at his face.. I also rubbed my eyes repeatedly just to make sure I was seeing the guy's face properly.. You see, our friend is what one would typically refer to as a "babe" and to know that she's crushing on someone who's so ordinary looking (to say the least) came as a mild shock to me.. Of course that's why Shakespeare came up with the line "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder".. I'm now convinced that the 'beholder' in this case needs an eye check up immediately!  To top it off, the guy totally ignores the existence of our friend.. Of course that's no problem at all.. We thrive on relationships based on unrequited love.. if a guy would drop everything and profess his undying love for