Mahesh has been in Oman for almost 25 years. He worked with the State Bank of India group, Banque Indo Suez, BankMuscat and Merrill Lynch before starting Trinity Investments. Why Trinity? Apparently because of the three women in his life... his wife and two daughters! You can contact him at email@example.com
It’s mid-Jan today and though it’s already been a fortnight into the New Year, I guess it is still not too late to wish you all a Happy New Year.
Robert Browning in Pippa Passes wrote: “The lark’s on the wing; The snail’s on the thorn: God’s in His heaven - All’s right with the world!” and this was oft quoted by P. G. Wodehouse in his many novels. But obviously, neither Browning nor Wodehouse had been to Muscat during the month of December - actually forget December, I don’t think they had ever been to Muscat during any month - otherwise he would have probably written: “The zephyr kisses the cool sea and wafts across, The sparrows and swallows frolic amidst the desert-roses, Atticus is in the garden and God’s in His Heaven- All’s right with the world!”
Welcome back to the grind…now that the National Day holidays are over, guess you would have reintroduced yourself to your colleagues and your desk, as demanded by the face recognition stuff akin to the smart phones of today. Due to the holidays, you would have also experienced withdrawal symptoms for not getting your alternate Tuesday’s fix of the TT. So the detox process hop-skipped-and-jumped a Tuesday and voila…now presenting to you the 215th TT!
Lord Tennyson had written “The old order changeth yielding place to new...” and as is the nature of that beast called ‘change’, it is the only thing that is constant. So on the last day of October (which always does coincide with Halloween), the ‘trick or treat’ started fairly early in the day; my morning fix of the orange masthead broke my reverie as one saw The Daily Mood silently screaming ‘Good morning and goodbye’ and one thought it was a ‘trick’.
Plutarch, born around 45-46 AD was correct to a certain degree when he pontificated, “Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks” but then he took all the resultant accolades a bit too seriously, and without really knowing or understanding the psyche of those hailing from the land of Ashoka the Great and Gurudev Tagore, went on to further pontificate that “For the wise man, every day is a festival”.