Meanwhile in the parallel universe...
You see, on days like this, when I come out of the cubicle farm warming my seat to a certain satisfying temperature, good enough to make an omlette and crooning " Aashiyaan" from Barfi till I hop on to my bus back home. A side of head goes into self-introspection mode like this. Getting to a self-critique zone, I don't have an earth-shattering success story to tell that deservedly needs an entry to Forbes magazine. I haven't visited any exquisite place of this planet to describe the nitty-gritty details of the place and rate a 'wow-quotient' for it. I haven't engaged in any adrenalin pumping activity to drool about it all over my post although I have managed to get my lazy back to do a 15 minute cardio and a 15 minute elliptical and feel like that horse in Ferrari car logo coming out of the Gym. I don't have a dark poem to put up and prove my lyrical skills because I have found that sumptuous vada pav and Mango lassi ...