Unthinkable

I forgot to collect my laptop from the hotel conveyor belt for 2mins and walked into the lobby. Thank God someone I was with picked it. Very unlike me. Also forgot my mobile at a charging station in office. :(

The Gyan session on ISMS

Today, at the insistence of a friend, I went over to her office to present on Information Security and ISMS standards. I'm elated that I could spread the word on info-sec to a few more in a session that lasted 4 hours. The Pizza and burgers were thrown in complimentary (burp). I hope her management is convinced and would pursue their path to implemnting an ISMS. (Information Security Management System)

Coming to think of it, I havn't toiled hard in making a ppt for a long long time. It took me many many hours to bring up that 87 odd slide deck. Majority of which is done from scratch, a few taken from Internet, converting data to graphs and identifying key aspects to "sell the concept" I-S was quite satisfyine. It was after half a decade that I was cheerfully typing (not codes but just text) and enjoying the effort. And hey I do remember some music in the background... I also realised that of late I haven't been doing a readup on statistics on incidents and the likes. I was also struggling to catchup with typing the contents with my fast running "must-have" thoughts. I enjoyed staying up for last two nights preparing the deck and today delivering it. Thats what matters. I also can claim CPE's for the certification I maintain. Yay. And I know I neglected some family time.

PS: would make the uneditable version available here soon

The gang up.

The love Toinks has for this city of Delhi is obvious. Rarely would an occassion go when the language, the heat, the lack of proximity to sea, that 'sitaphal' is both a vegetable and a fruit would be made fun of with her marathi friends. Today was no different. Its as funny as 'peru' being marathi for guava, in bumbaiya 'baaju' doesn't mean the arm but means 'next to'. Nuances of respectful languages I say.

The trip to Islamabad

"Warm smiles greeted me as I walked into the municipal office in a nondiscriptive place, somewhere in the capital of Pakistan. Sitting on a bench I awaited my turn amonst a din of Urdu. The lady at the desk pointed at me. I walked up to her and said I need your NoC for Ankita's passport application. Perplexed she asked why. I had no answer. She asked me to wait til lunch time to understand the case. Dejected I walked up to the ground nearby, multiple games of cricket was on, much like any neighbourhood parks in India. Having settled somewhere in the middle of such zones, i wondered how much more time?. 'pakad pakad' woke me and instinctly I leapt and caught the ball. 'Out oye oye'. I was inducted into the team and we played for eons. Somebody lent me his cycle and I peddled a km to cross over a bridge into familiar line of hotels in India.". Dont ask me the logic. This is what I dreamt this morning.

Alzheimers?

When the shadow is not same as the man himself. When the world goes meaningless, colorless and incomprehensible. When memories fail, when nothing is a priority and everything is. When the mind forgets to express meaningfully. When the family has silent tears and heavy hearts. This and much more.

So the blues won

Consistent Hardwork

Blue shaded IPL 2?

With the way Adam Gilli ran away with a 35 ball 85. And now with Symonds pounding away, the Delhi Daredevils will not make to the finals. Will these men in Blue take the trophy like the other ones in IPL 1?