Month: September 2006

Love to love you baby

I found the mp3 of Love to love you baby Original 12″ LP 1976 version while I was searching for pictures of the Ferrari I almost got, to show them to say_yes04 on our server.

I first heard this song when I was thirteen and had felt that it was rather stupid, fine it was a song about making love but why does she have make so much noise!!! It was only after some years when I had made love to a woman who responds the same way, that I began to appreciate it….

Well that is not the point of this post – unfortunately the last 10 odd seconds of song are missing from the file which I have – I would desperately like to have the complete 23 orgasm recording if anyone has it.

If anyone wants a copy of what I have post a comment and I will send a link

Random Rules

17 Pithy Insights for Startup Employees:

If you’re not having fun, you’re in the wrong place.

Licensed to drive

I learnt to drive a car when I was 14, the car was owned by my aunt (my mother’s youngest sister) who was a doctor and that was the only car amongst the near relatives our middle middle class family. One day a couple of months after my mother’s death my aunt had come with some relatives and I as usual took off for a joy ride on returning one of the relatives remarked “Beta apane abba ke haisiyat ke shoak rakho ge to accha ho ga” literally translated it means “Son it would be better if have interests/habits as per the status of your dad” I was 15 then, looking back I feel, may be, it was well intentioned but at that moment it stung worse than a slap in public and I swore that the next car I will touch would be my own.

A couple of years from then I purchased *my* own mobike, yes I was under age but things could be managed in the good old days 😉 It was a Black Hero Honda from the first lot to hit Indian roads, well worth my savings from N number of years. The freedom/thrill of a mobike decreased the covetousness of a car. I toured the four corners of the country on that bike…

When I got married, Swati had a car from her office. It served us well and it was more convenient for me to sit while she drove, besides she was scared of me driving – her quote till date is “You drive as if you are in a video game!!” but to my credit I drove her around during her pregnancy and when the day came I took her to the hospital as well.

Cut to last year – we got a Wagon R for Swati which I did not drive either.

However of late I realised that it is too much work for her to drive around doing all the things and all I currently had was a bicycle which limited my range considerably. So to balance the things a bit, yesterday I went to RTO to get my two wheeler license renewed (you have to do that when you are 40) and while I was at it I also appeared for and passed the driving test for a car!

So now I am officially licensed to drive a car on Indian roads and while I can pretty much afford any car in the market I don’t think I am buying one… a new mobike yes may be!



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I can tolerate anything in my organisation except rabble-rousing and back stabbing. She agrees as well

Fit at forty (aka the “Dad you got boobs” entry)

By the time you read this I would probably be gone…

Whoa! bad choice of words, let me try again.

I would be spending most of my 40th birthday travelling – Swati had had planned a nice party but a client decreed otherwise, however all is not lost – If Indian decides to reach on time then just the two of us can still have a candle lit dinner in a nice sea side restaurant in Pattaya. But lately our official airline is being true to one of Indian traits “An Indian may reach but he never arrives.”

40!

Some how this figure has been made a watershed number by many and most who cross it say – WTF it feels no different – So here is the mandatory “WTF if feels no different” from me.

Umm… wait a min it does for me at least in terms of physical health. Instead of the passive approach which I had fooled my self into 2 years ago I actively started working out in gym and over the period of last year the pectoral girth has gone from a puny 31“ to a respectable 37” – that probably clarifies the, to put it mildly, the awkward alias of the title – Aasim though no longer says it but he always has that grin whenever I change my shirt. There have been some other embarrassing but artistic repercussions of this change, which thanks to my trainer is proportionate for the complete body but I think I will leave that for another day.

Last year I had mentioned that SANIsoft was poised for a ramp-up if needed – we found that it *is* needed and now we are firmly in the process of taking SANIsoft to the next level – yes it is stressful but then it is fun as well.

I still believe in marking milestones of life at 16,26,36 , the next 6 years promise to be exciting – I hope when I do take stock 6 years from now I will not find too many things which I had fooled myself into thinking as true.

Reaching up

Today morning Aasim casually reached up and unlatched the top latch of our front door!!

He is tall for a nine year old – the first image which flashed in front of my eyes was – Aasim about 15 months  old would walk upto the dining table around meal times and peer very critically at the food kept there – only his eyes would reach above the table top. He never bothered to try and stand on tip toes to get a better view or may be he already knew it was not worth the effort…

and we could  read  in his eyes if the food presented was to his liking or not

The “Mere paas Maa hai!” factor

I had been struggling since some time to give a name or a phrase to the set of conditions which drives a person to work and continue working in a small setup. While this is very easy to define within a start-up – the “Lucy in the sky with diamonds” factor, a maturing but still small enterprise is long past such delusions.

Thanks to my recent illness and the cable-guys blacking out anything but Bollywood – I was enlightened with the “Mere paas Maa hai!” factor.

So what is this factor?

Well it is at least in part intangible yet the love and pride for *it* is so powerful that it can override many of the tangible and materialistic benefits which a person might derive if he were to be assimilated in a bigger enterprise.

Something which goads you and guides you at the same time to do what is right. Something which makes your sleep a satisfied one at the end of the day. Something which makes you want to reach back to what you were doing the next morning. Something which sets you free. and yet something which binds you…

It is a very tough task to cultivate this in a work place and a tougher task to inculcate this into your co-workers – but if you do listen to what your business is trying to tell you, if you do have your hand on the pulse of your employees you will know what to do and when, on second thoughts if you are already aware of the above then most probably you have chosen people who will value the above to work with you…

If you are working in a small setup and are happy – I would like to hear about *your* “Mere paas Maa hai” factor.

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P.S. The phrase “Mere paas Maa hai” literally translated means “I have (my) Mother with me” refers to a reply given by Ravi (Shashi Kapoor) to his older brother Vijay (Amitabh Bacchan) in the 1975 Bollywood super hit Deewar

I have been clinically diagnosed to be suffering from Chikungunya fever since last three days. It would not be so bad only if the nausea was absent – the fever and joint pains I can bear but wrenchng your guts out every half an hour or so really SUX