Book Review -- IF GOD WAS A BANKER

I happened to come across this book in between some old magazines in  my aunts house in Chennai. I have never heard of the title before. I checked the book inside and read some synopsys given on the back cover. It gave a short description saying something like book is about personal and professional life two IIM graduates joining New York International bank. How they lead their life grabbed opportunities..etc  As I say I am very selective in reading books. I felt like reading it. I read a year back.

 

      I took charge over it. Trust me it is page turner.  It took me through the life's of two main characters  Sandeep and Swaminathan both professionally and personally. Before going into the story let me say something about the author. Ravi Subhramanian , an IIM Bangalore alumnus. He quickly introduced the characters and walked into their lives. It is an easy read.

 

     These both guys Sandeep and Swaminathan shortly Swami came from two different backgrounds. Swami is Tamil Brahmin lost his father in his childhood. came through many hardships to reach the heights. He is down to earth and ethical. Where as Sandeep quite opposite to Swami’s character. I don't want to go much into the story (Hope you will enjoy more reading the book) but as I said in one of my previous post books teach us. Yes this book taught me many things. It not only showed the difference between being ethical and un ethical a lot more than that.

 

   I am very much impressed in the part where a women comes from the head office to figure out the frauds and root cause of the frauds happening inside the bank. The way she dealt the situation was very much impressive. In fact by reading that I very much felt it was a true story happened inside the bank . Some questions will be left unanswered which make us believe it is a real one.

Later when I googled about this I came to know its a real one happened in Citibank.

  I bought the book along with me.  :)         

Life @ Kitchen

KITCHEN a place from where we get the food to eat. Its my perception when I am 4. Its a place where my mom spends most of the time, times other than feeding me. Its my perception when I am 6. From then Kitchen also became my study room, my dining room, my fighting/playing room. which I share fight to share with my brother. Then I came to know it is the place every women will/would/ should/ had /have(somehow/ anyhow)   be/been to. I regret this statement. With all the Constant silly fights and arguments I completed my schooling.

I moved to hostel for my 11th n 12th grade. HOSTELLLLllllll  for the first time. I reluctantly moved there. Strong reasoning I am given by my dad was “you will take ur studies seriously ”. And I am more convinced with the promise that I will be at home on every week end. But  later  I came to know the reason behind was I will learn to live on my own. GOD its really tuff to manage to live on my own when I am pampered and lived for 15 years with bed milk to shoe polish. But I say it is easy or made easy with friends. As they say Birds of a feather flock together.

Now, I started missing my kitchen very badly. I missed it when I lost the comfort to read in my hostel study room. I missed it when I hated the hostel food. Long waited weekends when they drop me in home kitchen, the wonderful aroma when it is baking and long chats I had with a plate full of favourite dishes. And ofcourse an extra care and attention from my family. Felt like princess when I overheard a phone conversation “my daughter will be at home on weekend so we shall make it on someother day.” N number of phone calls inquiring about my comforts in hostel from my besties in initial days. An extra bag of food and pickles for the next week while returning back.

Days went onnnnnn.........  My inner space started reminding that one fine day will come. The day I regretted the most all my childhood. which I had lot of fights and long arguments. hmm.. completed my graduation.... time to be back home after 6yrs of hostel life. Its the time now my kitchen is expecting me to return with a different attitude.

Pleasant Big surprise. My kitchen was in a new shape. It gave a warm welcome. All new - brand new. one wall said “pamper yourself with your favourite dishes” other gave a list of my favourite dishes and tips. simply I said woww.. from then again my life with the kitchen started this time I enjoyed playing, sometimes fighting with dishes, and now it also became place where I read newspaper, talk over phone, listen to music, read a book, and ofcourse browsing and blogging.

Now its two years, I am in new phase with my kitchen. Same old kitchen where I studied, played, fought, chatted, ate, danced, shouted..etc  All the credit of my kitchen life right from childhood days to now goes to my mother who knew me well....  But my simple doubt “mumma how could you transform my mind from regret to lovable part.?”  she gave with a broad smile... same old trick snaks in your favorite box made you eat faster when your 4. Though lunch is not your favorite dish but when it is with a visual treat(colourful plate/ favourite side dish) made you take it for granted . Same way you took kitchen and cooking for granted when it has kitchen accessories which made your work easier (which acted like favourite box) walls treating you with tips and having a special desk for your laptop to do your favourite activity (which acted like visual treat).

Most importantly you knew very well how to pamper yourself rather than waiting for some one to come and treat you well.

I am in love with my kitchen and cooking. Its the place where I take many important decisions regarding my diet and menu for the day.... :) now I came with a term like happy ktichening... :)