End of the day – was a Life saved?

It is a story of my childhood friend who rocked the corporate world during his peak. Names of the characters have been changed to keep the privacy. My friend Sabari had been in to automobile car sales industry with an amazing experience and had an opportunity to work for a well known reputed bank to… Continue reading End of the day – was a Life saved?

You are sexy, you are different = Centre of attraction

It is late response from my side, still. This is in response to few bloggers out there who supported or have been against this post YES, I WEAR A BRA. YES, IT SHOWS. SO? Let me start by saying, we as Men have a natural instinct to look at the opposite sex, that doesn’t actually… Continue reading You are sexy, you are different = Centre of attraction

The golden age – Old age

For many or almost any person who live, it is about living and passing on generations to come. I read a post of a young blogger Prerna ,I am quite amazed by her thought process. I am about to answer a portion of her question – old age. Once I was like her, liberated, lived… Continue reading The golden age – Old age

How to choose a stable working software product?

My Product Manager was recently here at our Chennai, India office, currently he stays in the U.S He actually suggested this to our customers or who ever he met at the trade shows, (when customer do enquire about stability) on how to get a stable working software. Simple look at the build number for a… Continue reading How to choose a stable working software product?

End of crib

It is been a long time since I wrote a blog post, The reason being that I have been trying to find some inner peace. At least to change myself rather than the outside world. Some of my posts would have been just rants, raging about the quality of service which I expected. Things have… Continue reading End of crib

Making of an unproductive Indian

These days I have been traveling by local train, the MRTS in chennai, While I was returning home the other day, it was 7:30 PM. I saw a juvenile girl singing some weird language song, While her younger brother been collecting money in the compartment where my friend and myself being present. I was so… Continue reading Making of an unproductive Indian