What is it about younger people that allows them to look at the world with so much of a lighter view

Is it their lack of exposure to the world? Or the idealism that coats every thought/idea/decision that crosses their mind that is still untainted by reality? Or is it just the complete lack of understanding about life in general?

I remember a friend mentioning feedback she received from a manager of hers about the way she exchanged greetings with her colleagues. He had told her that her hi’s&hello’s were a little too youthful and she needed to change that as she advanced in her career. I happen to completely disagree with what that manager of hers said, but can’t help but pay some thought to one of his observations: that, its apparently the youngest people in an organisation who exchange the most enthusiastic of greetings.

Spent a couple of past evenings amongst the campus batch and had to accompany the 23yearold-brighteyedbushytailed-notyetawareofwhatagoingtohappentothem-toomanybigdreamsnotenoughmoneyinthewallet-MBA’s in order to celebrate the end of their training. As we watched Jurassic World and followed it up with dinner, I couldn’t help but think that generation gap is a very real thing. And as much as these kids think I’m “super cool”, inside I felt like grandma who starts her sentences with “Oh the kids of this generation…..”.

I think today I’ll spend time doing a few age appropriate activities.

Late Edit:


Advantage of being 35, none of the relative poverty of the 20’s to prevent you from making impromptu expensive plans and seeing them through. Like not having to worry about the dent to your wallet while ordering multiple sangrias 😁.


Does anybody truly possess the objectivity required in order to see themselves clearly?

I really do believe that the mental image we have of ourselves and the constant assumption that leads us to take a stand behind blanket statements like “I’m not that kinda person” is the single largest reason why people fail to acclimatise when life brings the realities of the world to their doorsteps. I think as life reveals more of itself as time passes, we all need to learn to bend rules that we made for our younger, more idealistic selves. And some rules must simply be broken and moved past.

I’m somehow reminded of an old proverb, “TENSION IS WHO YOU THINK YOU SHOULD BE. RELAXATION IS WHO YOU ARE.”

Probably the very definition of a mini heartbreak. The phone fell out of a moving vehicle and the display had to be replaced. Amidst a storm of a week, this was definitely something I didn’t need. 🤦🏻‍♀️

The days are getting brighter and whimsical scenes like this need to be photographed

K always says that he sees me as this tough cookie kind of professional who as he delicately put it “straps on a pair of balls and goes to work and hopefully removes them when you return home”. I distinctly remember telling him that I don’t usually feel the need to resort to taking on any of the cliched male characteristics to get my work done. Nor to get ahead. At a working lunch today a very senior person from another company mentioned I’m very unconventional from all the other women he knows who have a similar job role as me. And I asked him how. To which without missing a beat he simply replied, “You still have a sense of humour”. Which spoke spades to me about how most women in corporates conduct themselves once they reach managerial positions.

“To be or not to be?” was never really a question with me. Working in Financial Consulting can simply be described in two words “profitably stressful”. And add a Sales profile to this job and it adds that extra element of insanity. The fact that you largely interact with men, are surrounded by men and report to men, must be the overwhelming reason why women think they need to suddenly turn very alpha in order to be efficient or effective. But let me say this, I run a team of men. I’m not going to shy away from admitting that I’m ruthless when I need to be. Yes ruthless. But I do all of it retaining my femininity. And I sincerely believe that a woman’s touch is a genius tool that unfortunately people are forgetting to hone.

What is the most interesting interaction you’ve ever had with a stranger?

A picture of the Strangers Project that sparked the lovely conversation with a friend visiting from NY.

I think every child growing up was told not to talk to strangers. I think it’s a valid rule made up by ever concerned parents considering the world we live in and the unspeakable horrors that unfortunately happen right in our neighbourhoods. But does that rule have to apply to us as we grow up too?

Let me put it this way. I love talking to strangers. I’ve been at the receiving end of the most wonderful, heartwarming, inspiring and memorable stories because of the constant need in me to interact with the world. One could also be tactless and simply call it my excuse just to talk more. But I’m sure that the people reading this would never say something like that😉. Anyway, when I see so many people around me becoming more and more intent on preserving themselves for their online friends or for an ever shrinking circle of people as they’ve aged, I seem to have reached a point where I’m finding it difficult to effectively manage the increasing number of people I value. Some I will never meet again, a major portion of them I’m sure will not be in my life when I turn 40. And there are a few I’m certain I won’t lose even if I live to be a 100.

As I type this I’m recollecting a few interesting run ins I’ve had with strangers this very week. One involves a restroom at the club where me along with 4 random girls become grief councillor’s to a girl who caught her boyfriend cheating. So much solidarity has rarely been seen in a girls bathroom I tell you. The right things were said. The perfect abuses hurled. And sisterly relief was provided.

I’m remembering this fashionably lovely girl at the mall who stood outside a changing room and helped me pick out my birthday outfit (she really should take it up as a profession), a millennial while waiting in line at a waffle store who turned out to be a Bollywood gossip expert who got me to even install an app that she proclaimed was where you can find the “juiciest scoop”. And then there was last night, this pretty girl on a date at the adjacent table on karaoke night with whom I locked eyes every time someone was butchering a classic and we needed someone to roll eyes with. She came over to my table and gave me a hug before she left, which prompted my colleagues to ask me why I hadn’t gone upto my friends table and spoken with her earlier. 😏

But no story will replace my King in the North story. And that historic evening involved a table full of my friends and a bar full of strangers. EPIC!!

Aren’t most conversations interesting if you are in a good mood?

A friends poignant question about strangers and long term memories associated with run ins with strangers, has opened up a flood gate of memories that involve benches, coffee shops, euro-rails, lakes, hills, elevators, bathrooms in clubs and even trial rooms. Who initiated these conversations, I’m not sure. But I’m sure there was a polite silence before engaging in general small talk that led to the big talk with people I hadn’t met before. I’ve traded stories for hours with a few of them and at times bravely confided facts that I hadn’t told a soul before.

A few of those strangers with whom I’ve kept in touch remember to send me the most lovely winter wonderland pictures from around the world.

From the Carolina’s to Europe actually 🙂