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Dilli Diary

"For all its faults we love this city." - The city of Djinns The thought of spending a couple weeks in Delhi in mid-April is something most people would dread and yet, I was brimming with excitement and anticipation. To me, it presented an opportunity to break away from the monotonic work culture of Bangalore and to reminisce about the old days with my college wing-mate in the city I  once used to call my second home. Now, while sitting in my return flight to Bangalore,  I am penning down my memoir of this trip to Delhi.  Heat, Warmth and Hotheads Summer heat was the first thing I sensed after stepping out of my flight in Delhi. This experience completely wiped out whatever tranquil effect was lingering on from the mesmerising aerial view of the city from my flight- ’ The floating island of lights in the sea of darkness' . I estimated the temperature in Delhi at the moment - validated it using the Accuweather app and registered the fact that Delhi nights wer

What is earned report? - The First Five

I have been reading aggressively for past one month with an aim of completing 50 books in an year. I have been reading a book per week and have completed 5 books till now.  I think it is a good time to log what I have learnt from these books. The First Five The Visuo-spatial Working Memory - Academic   The Mosaic Principle - Non-Fiction A Young Doctor's Note Book - Memoir A Sense of An Ending - Fiction Five Dysfunctions of a Team - Non-Fiction  The Visuo-spatial Working Memory - 3/5 There is a possibility that working memory might be partitioned in visual and verbal. Understanding operating memory can help us in developing products that can reduce cognitive load of the user. Perception is highly flexible.    The Mosaic Principle - 2.5/5 Generalists do have a significant part to play in the society driven madly towards specialisation. A T-shaped Model of working depth in one sector and transferrable skills from other sector could be a reasonable model fo

You still not die?

Biting winds pierce by Ripping my soul into shreds Cold night that muffles me Whispers only of winter ahead. I dare not hope for a fireplace Nor heat of a rug do I aim I seek that flickering candle-light To help me have some warmth in dream Battered body, tattered soul Demand only one reply With goals lost and dreams crushed Why, o man, you still not die? The above poem is merely a rephrasing of Robert Frost's poem A Question with my words and absorption of the core idea. The poem throws light on the immense pain and suffering that accompanies almost everyone's life; then, enquires meaning and worth of such an existence. Here is Robert Frost's original poem which is more lyrical and succinct. A voice said, look me in the stars, And tell me truly, man of earth, If all the body-and-soul scars Were not too much to pay for birth.

Riding To Day's End

You look at your smartphone screen and try to calculate how much time will the cab driver take to finally reach your location. You acknowledge that,  given the traffic in your city,  the time you see on your screen may be quite off. You try to estimate whether you can squeeze in the final mail you want to drop before you call it a day. DROP, as if emails are bombs. They probably are. You click on the red compose button and, before the box opens, try to steal another peak. If ever every microsecond mattered, it is now. You start typing and notice how slow you are. You should have taken that touch-typing workshop  in the college. Every 30 secs, you try to steal a peek at the dimly lit smartphone screen. You think you can pull it off. You have a mild sense of achievement and a smile sprinkled over your face. You are just there.  You look back at the smartphone screen. The backlight is now turned off. You struggle to open the screen lock with one hand while typing the last line wit