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My car had stopped at a traffic signal. The types you find in this crumbling but upbeat city,  constantly reminding you that you are not supposed to be on the road and now that you are , would you  please wait for eons to pass by! This one counts from 1 to 130 and don't ask me in what units. Probably no one knows or cares.  A  score and few of these I sometimes encounter, if my work takes me away from my office down town. These breaks  are  , by design,  utilised to take a break from reading the Economic Times. A different world exists here. A world that, probably, employs business processes which are miles ahead of the e-commerce firms. There was one guy, who would have barely seen 18 winters, trying to assess if I was the right guy who can buy the pack of American apples he was pedalling. At times, I had seen another offering upholstery material, yet another the latest pulitzer winning hardcover or  vegetables , name it and you can find them. T...

I had taken the liberty to put down some thoughts that came my way during a few journeys and experiences. I forwarded them to those who am in touch with, using several means available these days. Facebook , twitter , whatsApp and good old  email. Information explosion and thoughts shared @ the speed of light!  In  this crazy world which is shrinking to atomic scales at break neck speed in terms of keeping people connected, it would have been foolish if one does not swim with the tide. I have had quite a few who expressed pleasant opinions and then again few likes in response. I felt that while there cannot be a bar in expressing my thoughts , I must allow those who notice that I have put forth some of these thoughts to have an option of not reading it too. Probably blogging is the right way. Thereupon my new journey begins.