Category: the family

THE VIRTUAL EXISTENCE CONUNDRUM – PT 3: YOU, ME & EVERYONE IN-BETWEEN.

So the “New Normal” is moving the BCP dials to a whole different level. Let’s call it BCP++. The first + standing for extending the BCP and the ++ is make BCP THE Modus Operandi, THE defacto standard, encompassing the whole business cycle, from Business Prospecting, to Prospect Conversion, to Marketing, Market Intelligence, Contract Negotiation to Signing, Execution – Development, Deployment, Post Production Support, moving Money around and Human Resources. All Virtual. From a business point of view, Out of Sight is Out of Mind so a Digital POP’s – Points of Presence is the ONLY way. Easier said than done as we’ve come to realise and as we’re continually realising, that sustainability of this whole WFH – Work From Home thingy isn’t exactly a walk in the park! But, its beginning to work, albeit fraught with challenges. We’re figuring it out as we go along. Solutions come from trying out different things and tweaking to make them fit the need of the hour. Business carries on “as usual” but using “unusual” approaches.

The Making of a Photographer.

Circa 2007/8: Krishanu takes a liking to photography. Cut to September 2018, Krishanu opens up his work, albeit a limited selection, to one and all. He actually says we are free to share, so sharing I am.

Mi Padre, Mi Papa – Part 1.

As far as I am concerned, his passing was no longer a matter of sympathizing or for that matter empathizing with someone else who has lost a dear one. This is as close to home as it can get. This is Papa. Papa was special. He wasn’t just papa, he was my friend. My friend is gone, and he’s not coming back, ever….

From Father to Son: An Open Letter.

So, the kid is at school, a new phase of his life, away from home, away from all things familiar, away from family, away from friends, new friends to be made, a life ahead of him. A life for him to shape the way he wants it.

Driving Across Europe to Slovakia

What was amazing was the way people looked at me. This was probably the very first time they had laid eyes on an Indian, or for that matter someone colored like me. I exaggerate not, when I say that whole villages came out just to get a look! I could now understand what white skinned people feel when they visit India, and everyone is just staring at them, nudging each other, and passing remarks.

The Day He Spread His Wings

It was 3 AM, and I was jolted awake. At first I couldn’t place what had awoken me so abruptly. I turned to check on the baby. He was sleeping peacefully. With a shrug, I laid back down to catch a few more moments… Continue Reading “The Day He Spread His Wings”

Memories of Happier Times – Love for My Sister

Shruti, my kid sister, well not so kid anymore, but still……
she is fourteen years younger than me, so kid holds. The day before yesterday was August 2 or as people from India would remember, Rakshabandhan. Literally translated “Raksha=Protection”, and “Bandhan=Ties”, or in terms of… Continue Reading “Memories of Happier Times – Love for My Sister”

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