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Dinner - I

Earlier this year (details of my rant here) I decided that once every month I must dine with someone I had not dined before or met only recently. This supported by the rationale of my mind that people unveil their true selves or sometimes reveal the true 'you' to yourself during such encounters, is something that I have managed to pull of rather successfully.

The people I have dined with are as follows and I shall continue to update this list in posts hereafter as a continuation of this detailed word rant.
  • Mr Silent Assassin - A fellow colleague who speaks less, eats more than he speaks and whose excellence at work is directly proportional to the amount that he speaks while he eats is the first person to make it to the list. Dining with him is a pleasure since he attacks norms that brands follow, shares work learning's and loves films. I too reciprocate in the same way. Why is he good to dine with? He makes you realise that ideas are worth every bit of rejection. Even if they are rejected or not worth it at that time.
  • Ms Etc - I cant say where I met her. She might be reading this piece. She is a rant high on a cocktail of  adrenaline and drugs. Random and over the top, she made me finish my meal finish faster than she could open the takeaway lid that covered her share. I learnt nothing but the art of swallowing hot spaghetti faster than you can say......
  • Ms Mumbai -  She came, she danced, she conquered. We dined, exchanged notes and I felt blessed to be in the company of such people. The kinds who don't give you time to settle down into a formal code that must not exist when people like them are around. 
Meanwhile the dining bit continues...

Comments

Unknown said…
I like this approach a lot.
Very cool.

Must. Try.
Akshay said…
Please do. Its fun.

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