Through my auto journey today, we come across several signals. Each with its own kind of beggars. The usual suspects. We meet a cripple, a mother with a son, eunuchs. Each have their own negotiation strategies that they use, inspiring a different evasion strategy from me. Aap ko yeh bura lagwayenge. Kuch logon ko dhamkayenge.… Continue reading Auto-ride lessons in negotiations.
I find my seat in the flight. 3 kids and 2 infants in a 2 row radius. Check the battery of my ipod; gonna need that. A newly wed couple arrives on the other side of my row. And a gorgeous gentleman takes the seat beside mine. Light teal blue shirt, jeans, octagonal jaw and… Continue reading A flight journey. Too many families. A gorgeous man. And me. (Among others)
(on my way from Mumbai to Baroda) In the train, there's this mother travelling with her two children. The older one, about 3-4 years old, says versions of this to his little sibling, who's only about a few months old, every time it cries: "Mummy is really worried travelling with just the two of us,… Continue reading Sibling negotiations.