It was during a visit to an industrial area near Delhi where by chance I came across a familiar steel rebar factory. Now abandoned, its gates locked and bent, with not even a guard in sight. When I asked around, I was told, "Oh, that plant? It’s been closed for years, the owner’s in hiding." Further digging revealed that he and his sons were wanted by banks, private creditors, and government agencies. Their investments in an African plant had also gone belly up. How the mighty had fallen, I thought. These were the same people who caused me immense distress and months of sleepless nights, using legal intimidation and a sham arbitration case, appointing their own foreman as arbitrator. All because I refused to get arm twisted to reveal one of my professional secrets - the formula of a surfactant used in fuel emulsification. Finally, it was only my well-wishers in the government that got them off my back. A clan of arrogant, greedy, egoistic and unscrupulous sc...
Field notes from an inconvenient life… No motivational crap, no hacks, no pink tint. My life as it actually unfolded. I would have happily dedicated it all to the exploration of love and sex...but the lack of copious experience inhibits me from providing any worthwhile insights...