In search of myself...

If everyone in the world started trying to become like another, then, we would be left with the same variety that we have today. So, why change in the first place? Let's be ourselves.

This is what GM has managed to pull off despite one of the steepest declines it has faced. The opening of new headquarters for Powertrain Europe at Turin, Italy. Kudos! I just hope we get one such "own" building for GM Powertrain at India soon.

Here's what happens when one is compelled to pose long for photos.

Italians are over-expressive when they talk. They cannot talk with their hands tied to their body. A minimum movement of the hands within a distance of half a metre from the body in all directions is must. For the first time in life, I saw people play dumb charades after their cars collided. I was at this traffic signal when a mad driver drove into a car standing next to us. Both the drivers came out of their respective cars. And they spoke nothing. Anger and disgust was evident on their faces and they started moving their hands in the air in all directions. One of them shrugged his shoulders and tried to touch his nose with the lower lip. Every possible expression was made. They weren't dumb for sure. I learnt from someone later that one particular expression, something made waving the right hand like we eat food, implies "what the f***" in Italian parlance. Both drivers did this repeatedly. At last one of them spoke, and then, both got into their cars, banged their own ...

That a bachelor should be able to work in office for atleast 14 hours a day seems to be a popular misconception amongst managers. If that is the case, why should they stay back? Aren't they married? Then, are they trying to convey the message that office is better than facing one's wife at home? What is it that people have against bachelors? They aren't given houses on rent, and they are expected to stay back after office hours. So, is marriage the only solution to both these problems? Think I should solve these problems now. ;) If my dad reads this, he will only think that I am giving excuses so that I get married soon. The way people think! Oof...

I watched 'Swades' for the umpteenth time today - the first time outside India. The feeling after watching it, I promise, was very different from how it was when I watched it back home. Homesick asshole!

At Italy, asking for tomato sauce with Pizzas is considered an insult. I heard there have been cases where the restaurant owner has taken it as a personal insult and chucked his customers out when the latter asked for sauce. I tried asking, when I was warned by an Italian customer not to do so. And thanks to the owner's ignorance of English, I was saved from personal enlightenment! Oof! I miss Pizza hut! Saucing the pizza is fun! Lavish fun!