A nugget of wisdom

"But sales isn't part of my profile" squealed an exasperated colleague. "We are all salesman at work and outside" replied my boss with a wry smile. The rest of the meeting had me thinking. It was quite true. Whether your trying to convince your parents marriage can wait, or whether you are trying to make an impression on a guy or even if you are just trying to haggle with the auto driver - we are all constantly making sales pitches.

Why

do i have to spill gravy on myself everytime I wear white?
do I have to work for a living?
do I cry when see a blog about me?
isnt the beautiful pink saree on sale?

Snowflakes on my window pane

Snow has always fascinated me. As a child I used to dream of making snow men, ice skating and wearing fancy furry boots like the Russians. Even in the recent past, on bad hair days I dreamt of Madras being hit by a snowstorm and me being unable to see my boss’s face for days. I had even scripted my first snow moment. Purest white snowflakes would gently land on my face and I would turn my face towards the heavens with eyes closed. (Ok I got inspired by the Emirates ad. Sue me)

Alas none of them came true. A few weeks back as I was getting out of a mall in Washington cursing the cold weather – something wet landed on my face. Before I could even scream, I realized I was skidding on a wet surface. I let out my Tarzan like wail. Hapless Christmas shoppers froze in their tracks to glare at me. As I made my most ungraceful landing, my colleague maintains a straight face and asks me “First time snow experience huh?”
Humbug. So much for my snow fantasies