Bam!

9to97daysaweekforthelast27dayswithnobreaks.

yeah, its supposed to confuse and get you off kilter, but it doesn't. Not when you want to do it.

Entrepreneurship is the ballgame. And I, had forgotten how good it tasted. Opportunity, unlike last time when it was sand in my hand, is now a pretty girl. And I love chasing it. Its worth it. I lust for it as I was a teenaged boy.

This month might be my best yet. Of course, the father provides the dough and the brother helps me bring it together, but this is my shit, and I'm feeling good about it.

Going to Jammu Udhampur this next week, with Kerala thrown in sometime before November, or then. Ofcourse, the by-now-obligatory bombay-hyderabad-madras-bangalore-pune-bombay tour also beckons.

Move

Things happen. People join you midstream, and then part ways as the water achieves greater strength and speed. You fall, enjoying the act of falling as you do the sudden expanse of space.

You know you'd get up, and move on.

Been travelling a fair bit. Covered Mumbai, Hyderabad, Chennai, Rohtak, Kurukshetra, Karnal, Ambala, Daruhera, Bhiwadi, Kotputli, Gurgaon in the past 20 odd-days. About 4000 kms and rains worth 10 times that.

Life is so much fun right now I barely have time to breathe. Ohh! And I'm selling a few taps too.

Here's a look at the new look-
Suits me. Suits you?

Real life is fun

One of the better things to do in life is to connect with friends you were friends with before the advent of facebook, orkut and their likes. It gives you a perspective on life like no other.
Even better is sometimes the feeling of not having a camera and the subsequent pressure of putting those pictures onto the said services.
It is so normal, it is chilling.

Take last night for example. I sat behind a Yamaha R1, the hunkiest bike on Indian roads these days, and went for a 60-70 km bike ride on the back roads of Chennai. Yeah, unlike other Indian towns, Chennai still has roads you could call that. I'm sure day time sees a lot of traffic, but at 11 in the night, it was the tarmac and us. A Karizma, a Unicorn and the said Yamaha raced deep into the night. The best we did was 70 kmph each, for the Yamaha is still being broken in, so to speak.

Had a quarter of rum each, accompanied by Chicken 65 made in a back-of-a-shack, where the meat was of dubious breeding. But we did.

Coming back, it was raining off and on, we stopped a couple of times at abandoned bus stops, and watched the rain fall down, drops the size of watermelons. Okay, may be I'm exaggerating. But they were as big as Litchis atleast.

We were wet by the time we had gone three kms, and dry by the time we reached home. Back home was more Rum and Pure Magic Dark Chocolate biscuits. Then we just passed away into lala land.

Go try living that out on Facebook. Go.

Transfer Phone Contacts between Windows Mobile Phones

Microsoft and Phone makers have made it insanely difficult for normal people to transfer contacts between phones.

I spent two hours last night trying to transfer contacts between my ASUS P527 and a HTC Touch Diamond, both pretty recent, top-of-the-line phones.

I consider myself pretty adept at technology, and would have wanted to do something like this in 5 minutes flat. Turns out, I couldn't. Needed 30,000 different things for it.

There's an easier way. A GPRS enabled phone, and www.zyb.com. You just download a neat little package off the website, sync your old phone, put the sim in the new phone, download the neat little package again, and sync your new phone to get all the contacts.

Time Taken: 5 minutes. Microsoft, you suck.

A day later..

There was a major post penned on that travel in time. It was lost to the inanities of the fucked up system that Windows is. The Computer, as it always happens in flop movies and hit sitcoms hanged up while I was thinking of the next rejoinder I offered to the Madrasi Gentleman I was trying to sell taps to. But, that's gone and buried now.

Delhi has not received any rain fall now. My Dad's taken to getting up in the middle of the night and checking the sky for clouds. I'm almost sure we have some agricultural land somewhere. Maybe I am the farmer I am at heart. Maybe.

This next week I'm buying my own website. Its time. To move in. And move on. KaranRajpal.com may be too pretentious and or whatever the terms of use are, but as a digital native, methinks it's a tragedy not to have my own nameplate.

Round 2 of tripping starts this monday and goes on for all of August. I'll be travelling through Punjab, Haryana and Himachal between 3rd and 9th of August, going to Mumbai and beyond 14th onwards. Taste of Destiny Part 2.

And this time I'll not let the bloody post die a death. Ohh, and the Madrasi Gentleman, he is buying taps from me.

Delhi-Mumbai-Hyderabad-Chennai-Beyond

First major business initiative. First tour to the south of India and its innards. Test of ability. Test of Talent. Test of Destiny.

Wish me luck, or some such thing.

Travels off the not-so-beaten path

Coming back to working in 'the' business has its share of unexpected things to look at and learn from.

The last month (its been a bloody month already!) has had me travelling across North India for a series of work-related meetings. While the meetings have been as they can go (me plying my wares to mostly baniya businessmen), the journey on the road has been fascinating on its own.

Sample this-

On a Haryana State Transport Bus, enroute to Kurukshetra, a passenger requesting a non-scheduled stoppage-
" रे भाई, ज़रा अगले चौराहे पे ब्रेक मार लियो"
The driver breaks suitably and the passenger in question says Thank You with a flourish, and trundles off into the afternoon.