March 8, 2011 
Au revoir
They say you can only love once. Two years ago, I remember starting the familiar route on NH-58 from Roorkee to Delhi- inconsolable, 2 cartons of cherished junk (including a set of 10-odd bottles, the first I bought, the first I drank from, the one we had when I got my first job etc) and a now-married guy ...
Opinion : Surly days in Joka
The Masked Manager“MM- my dear fellow. You guys really have it too easy,” my friend from the dry campus opined, eyes furtively darting to the JD khamba that adorned my bookshelf. “You don’t say?” I began, consolation mode firmly launched after having shot down my first peg and having made the monumental decision of whether the ...
It’s time…
I remember it as if it was yesterday. Maybe I always will, as will most of us. In the build-up to The Day, amidst all the good lucks, jokes and apprehensions that adorned people’s Gtalk/FB status messages, there was one that stood out- PGP-1s: Welcome to the longest week of your lives. Rest assured, I have no such intention of bestowing similar welcomes. Not just because I want your experience ...
Game on
I worry. I worry that in the deluge of anonymous mails being sent to the PGP common mail, the PGP office, the Chairman, the Director, Chuck Norris and Captain Obvious to name a few, a masked.manager@gmail.com may not suddenly emerge. After all, I never thought of it that way, but this email id would certainly be both formidable and to the point. Let’s face it- whistleblower, anotherwhistleblower, anotheranotherwhistleblower, lordkabaap ...
Prelude to a new chapter
Summer has come and passed, and the latest generation of Jokaites, having returned from stints across the seven seas, has successfully shown its pedigree by wowing corporate honchos across the world. Be it international I-banks, global marketing conglomerates, blue-chip consultancies or cutting-edge technology firms, the presence of just one of the lineage of Joka has been more than enough to turn the stingiest of scrooges into Vito Corleones. The race ...
Carpe Diem 2010: Cease the Day
One of my favourite jingles in the jolly old days of kiddydom was- Essel World me rahoonga main, ghar nahi jaaoonga main (I'll stay in Essel World, I won't go home). It's a different matter altogether that when the time did come, I chose to give Essel World the royal ignore, opting for Water Kingdom instead. But that's another story. As the festivities around me kick off, and the brightest ...
Intaglio Is Here.
It is 3 in the morning, and I'm cursing myself for volunteering to pen something down for the unveiling of Intaglio 2010. It's bad enough to write when you don't particularly want to, but worse if you're doing so on an empty stomach, so I wander yonder to the OH-NC to fill me up a bit. As I step out, I notice that while our campus was already chill enough ...
Reminiscence
Everyone agrees that the ending of a year is symbolic. A culmination of everything that was- good or bad, a defining tone of finality, complete closure. At the same time, with just one passing second, there is yet another tomorrow. A new hope, limitless opportunity and unbound scope. Everywhere around us, events occur which are mirrored in this perennial phenomenon. Be it the emergence of the butterfly from its chrysalis, ...
The Masked Manager
My meandering mind, motionless for the minutest of moments, makes it maddeningly mandatory for me to make up a meaningful mantle for myself, so that I may, for the minutes and months to come, occupy a measurably major part in the memories of you, my merry men and maidens. Mortal I may be in marrow and muscle, but through the medium of mainframes and metadata, my words might translate into ...
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