The Eternal Optimist!

 I was very enthusiastic about rising fast in the small Goan media business. I worked entire September without even taking weekly offs, had one month of continuous all nighters for the first time in my life and the little problem of acidity I had then, developed into hyper acidity. This condition has ruined my social and gastronomic life.  I have skipped a couple of birthday parties, a dinner invitation at hotel Delmon, cant eat oily and spicy food, cant stay online all night and worst of all,  my mom and our neighbors, the armature Ayurveda enthusiasts,  have reduced me into a genuine pig who is fed  all the  bitter, most horribly testing  herbs  on the planet. Despite their best efforts, when I continued to throw up every ounce of food I consumed, I went to a homeopathy doctor who gave a long prescription of his sweet homeopathic tablets for a change. I had to compulsorily eat something and pop a pill every two hours. When things were...

  Yes, I was wrong. In calling the office as wonderland in my last post. Its actually a mini rural Maharashtra. Most of the employees come from distant villages in that state and they commit three most despicable sins.            1.   They don’t read my blog  2.    They don’t laugh at my jokes  3.     NO INGLIS See? This is where I run in trouble due to my addiction to English puns and idioms. My frequent references to different sitcoms and dramadies on Star World are met with blank stares, I come across graduates (in Marathi) who spell ‘cylinder’ with‘s’ and ‘eradication’ with ‘I’. Contrary to my Germany educated cousins, (ahem) the office people think my English is impeccable and I get respect to a point where it becomes uncomfortable.  The situation is so awful that I had to create an imaginary English speaking friend (who look and talks like Agent Smith in Matrix.) to preserve my English skill...

Ola! My reader friends!  I apologize for the long silence that befell our interection in the friendly virtual world the cruel real world kept me on my toes . Anyway, I just got down to scribbling as I found the next target for satire.  It’s this newspaper that gives really awesome news.  For the purpose of this blog, we’ll call it the Daily Devil Lets get to the point. So this new job opened up the world of working of the print media which we in the audio-visual media have sometimes considered… errr…. ‘not above us’. Firstly, they’re night owls, considerably relaxed then the audio visual folk. And compared to our lean but mean but great news channel which I had compared to the nimble little British intelligence service, the Daily Devil employs a lot more man power. There’s a lot more work and you’ve to write a lot. Finding shortcut in work is not easy. And of course, the sub-editors, the desk workers who write, not necessarily intelligent but sensible news from...