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During the good years spent selling biscuits, cake, hair oil and what have you, I was lucky to have toured a better part of the Country. From the beautiful hills of Himachal, to the small villages of Gonda, Basti and Sultanpur district in UP, and the desert land of Rajasthan – I got to see it pretty much all. The journey was adventurous by any stretch of imagination, with never a dull moment or a new experience each time I packed up my bag and set off… One such adventure that remains etched in my mind, dates back to 1993. As Area Sales Manager, I used to travel to Rajasthan frequently. On one such trip, we decided to travel to the very interiors of Jodhpur – the most beautiful and enchanting part of Rajasthan – once part of the Marwar region. We set off in a van laden with Britannia biscuits – the distributor, his team of two, and one Company colleague. The Van was well designed, with three sections – the front part for the driver and his aide, a middle section for the salesman complet...

Once there was a young teenager who was training to part of his Country's diving team for the Olympics. He was an atheist but his loyal friend was a true believer in Christ. The athlete would on occasion listen to his friend's sermons. That was the only religious influence in the athlete's life. One evening the athlete decided to go to the swimming pool to practice diving.. The lights in the indoor pool were off. But with the big skylights on the roof and a bright moon, there seemed to be enough light.. The athlete climbed up to the diving board and moved slowly to the edge of the board with his back towards the pool and his arms stretched, in a.typical diving stance. Then he saw his shadow on the wall. The shadow appeared to be a 'cross' ! So moved was he at this realization that he knelt down to pray to God. As he rose up to take up the diving stance once again, he heard the door of the pool open and the saw the maintenance man walk in. The maintenance man switche...

On Saturday - I celebrated my 49th birthday. That the small celebration would happen in the company of siblings (my own brother and wife's brother) and their families, nephews and nieces, was a given. The issue this year was that my 82 year old mother who is bed ridden after an injury in the back, would not be able to attend. So we decided to do the next best thing. Assemble at her home, and celebrate there ! Not to be outdone, my mother made the effort to sit up, get up, use a walker and walk into her drawing room to sit with all of us. At the end of it, she was happy that her house had got filled up with the noise, the hustle and bustle, and above all some happy moments that were able to share with her. We decided to get dinner from KFC, and so I went to get the food. Here another surprise awaited me. While I was in the queue waiting for my turn, I could make out that the salesman attending to the lady in ahead of me was not normal in some sense. When my turn came, I realised th...