Almost Branson

Well, a quick honest confession. My fixation with the gigantic figure, Sir Richard Charles Nicholas Branson has pushed me to pen down my experience to enrich (may be not) my blog.
It was 15th of August a public holiday when I had to travel from Pune to Mumbai back home. I reached the bus stop and to my surprise saw a see of people waiting for the same bus that I had thought of boarding. It was simply impossible to even try, with six bags on my shoulders. Yes you heard me right, I was carrying six bags. To rejuvenate all my drained energy I decided to stop by the juice shop and sip a glass of juice. It then occurred to me to redo what the legend had once done. Richard had to fly to Puerto Rico on holiday and when he reached the airport, it so happened that the fight had got cancelled. So he charted a plane and divided the money among the people to incur the cost of flying. The story of how the Virgin Atlantic came into being was vivid and clear.
I decided to hire a cab which seemed a plane then, and after some discussions with the cab guy I struck a deal with him. All I had to do was search for 3 more guys who would share the expense with me. The share came to be double the usual, but then I had no choice and had to reach Mumbai that day at any cost. I somehow managed to convince 2 more guys and while searching for the 3rd share, out of the blue a guy came up to me and asked if I wanted the bus ticket to Mumbai. Disappointing Branson I boarded the bus. :( :)

Split Personality

I wonder do I have split personality??

Why am I forced to give it a thought??

I at times think that I am the most lazy person in the world. People who know me well wud second that.
Lazy to the extent of not getting up to drink water myself even when I might die of thirst the very next moment. Lazy to the extent of sleeping for insanely humongous hours at a stretch.

But then when I am on any kind of adventure (seems an over used word) or doing something freaky, my energy levels are at their peak. I can run a zillion miles; I can be awake for an epoch, yet not even slightly drop my eyelids.


Is it really the split personality syndrome??

But then again a thought…. I think that wud be true with anybody… how n y??
When u are doing something u love and is insanely passionate about… I think one gets some weird kind of never ending energy and power, one can do any god damn thing wid that kind of mountain of energy.

Here I go again all philosophical about my life…. I soooo think that I shud do something I am insanely passionate about, life wud be bliss then. Everyday wud be soooo fulfilling.
The idea of starting your own thing, your idea, and your brain child excites me to the core. If I get into manufacturing something, the idea of creation, bringing live an inanimate object, sooooooooooper thrills me.Steve Jobs says, look for your calling, do something that is your passion and you would automatically be brilliant at it.

Alright may be this cry tells that I am not happy deep inside, I am madly looking for my calling. Come my callin come…come on to me…a desp call there…lol

Slainte!!!