Reflections from a conversation that stayed with me. A thought that sneaked in during a conversation. We were sitting with Mr. Kamal Pasha (Founder of Golden Group)the kind of person who doesn’t speak to impress, but when he does speak,…
There’s a myth we love:That machines will one day rise, surpass us, and maybe—replace us.It’s thrilling. Futuristic. Clean. But that myth has a blind spot.Because in reality, behind every model that completes your sentence, drives your car, or diagnoses your…
There’s a saying in Karnataka: “Where there’s a coast, there’s a Shetty.” And trust me, I didn’t make that up after this trip—but I might as well have. Because from the ghats of Yellapur to the steep bends of Agumbe,…
Walk into any modern business conference, and you’ll hear the same buzzwords floating through the air: impact, ESG, sustainability, social good, purpose. It sounds like everyone’s trying to save the world and make money doing it. But when you look…
There was a time when obedience built empires. When kingdoms expanded not through imagination, but through execution. Brick by brick, word by word, task by task—delivered as prescribed. The compliant thrived. The disobedient perished. That time, it seems, never really…
Step into a negotiation room, and you’ll find three invisible chairs always present: Fear, Uncertainty, and Equality. Two are uninvited. One must always have a seat. Let’s break it down: Fear looks like this: “What if I lose the order?”…
Some trips are planned with checklists. And some just crack open unexpectedly—like an egg in Namakkal. Now, for those unaware, Namakkal is not just a dot on the map of Tamil Nadu—it’s the egg capital of India.If a humble egg…
You haven’t truly lived in Delhi if you haven’t planned your entire Sunday around one plate of Chole Bhature.And by “one plate,” I obviously mean three. It starts with that familiar morning feeling—not hunger, no. Guilt. The guilt of last…
Ah, Delhi. The only city where your social life can peak in the front seat of a Honda City, parked under a flyover with four dudes, three disposable glasses, and one bottle of Old Monk lovingly wrapped in newspaper. Welcome…
So picture this: I’m in Kolkata with the team, we’re out for dinner, spirits are high, everyone’s starving, and we’ve just placed an order for Kolkata biryani at this super iconic joint”Arsalan”. The kind of place where even the waiter’s…