Sleep-Talkin'

Something strange happened on 22nd Feb in the wee hours (07:45) of the morning. Strange in the sense, 'a strange occurence after I have landed in Delhi a long time ago in July 2004'.

I talked in my sleep!! Yikes!! And to whom? To one of my teachers from NIT Surathkal who is here in IIT Delhi for his PhD. Met him later in the evening and the first thing I did was to ask him the contents of my morning blabber. Kumar Sir grinned at me and said, 'Either you must have been in deep sleep or else you must have been doing some programming.' I was like, 'Eh??? Explain maadi saar!!' 'Man, you said "If the answer is YES then press Y else exit the program!!'.......

Initial reaction?? Stunned!! Why? Even in the halcyon days of my programming I have never
ventured into the job of attempting to make the user have a perfect interface. My aim has been to ensure that the algo is robust, and I assume (some of you may say wrongly) that the user is smart enough to give the correct input..HE HE HE

Thats one view. The other view is that the matter could have been related to an input requiring a choice. But why in the name of 'whoever' would I be doing such a related task when there has been no programming exercise for the past four months? Some old tug at my heart like an old flame? (Though i must say that there is no chance for the latter cos me still single and ready to
mingle. All ye single or about to become single again girls, take the hint!!!)

Now, an unanswered question is a troublesome mosquito. It keeps buzzing around you even at times when you want peace. Thats my state now..I still am trying to figure out why i said those
lines...Anyone willing to take a guess can do so in the comments section. All that i know is that
i had been deprived of quality sleep for the past 5 days (this is called the Shreya Syndrome aka
Ukill Syndrome named after a good friend, an Infosyscian, wannabe Tulu teacher and pioneer of
night outs for work, Shreya Uchil!!! Take a bow lady, the spotlight's on you); have missed
breakfast on 3 of the five days (a syndrome called Tridivasa Upavasa) and have developed acute paramania (listen to Foo Fighters' "Wind Up").....Take these as hints and work out your answers.

Answers related to love and insanity will be not be entertained.

Current Music: 'Adhesive Love', Stone Temple Pilots
Current Mood: Relaxed
Current crush: Rituparna Sengupta

PS:

1.Theres a screening of 'Subarnarekha' a movie by Ritwik Ghatak in my hostel on 26th. All ye
bored Bong movie fans who have cash to spare on a quick round trip air ticket are welcome to
Shivalik Hostel, IIT Delhi........

2.And of course for the enterprising Mallus or Mallu movie fans, March 10th is the day for the
screening of Adoor Gopalakrishnan's 'Nizzhalkuthu' (Shadow Kill) at Karakoram Hostel...

The G(r)and Vizier's Beach Party

Strange title ain't it? It has to be too, considering that this is a trip back in time. Its about a story untold, an awakening, nothing to do with gands and everything to do with a party.

It all started when the Karnataka CET results were declared and your's truly and Keshav found themselves within the top 'dade sow' (150) of the state.

The managers (read parents), the players (read professional course aspirants) and the promoters (read the bloated college managements) started their hectic strategies to secure the 'best deal' for themselves. The managers, wanting the best deal for their players so that their stock could rise favourably as compared to others; the players themselves suddenly behaving like top notch profesisonals who are negotiating a tricky defence agreement suddenly wanting to sculpt a career for themselves; and the promoters trying to rule the best of both worlds, brain and cash to their series, a la Kerry Packer.

In all this hullabaloo, suddenly the phone rang at Vattarmadom. For the uninitiated, this is the name of my house. (Still haven't decoded the meaning of it). I remember having lied about it in my school as "the house of peace"...Peace??when was it ever The Golan Heights for the term peace to be coined in separately? The Kothakurusi village (Ottapalam taluka (i suppose), palghat District, Kerala state) and the Bangalore versions of vattarmadom have been plentiful oasis of calm, laughter and all the other good things that u can think of.I still remember coming back from a wedding in Bombay as a 6 year old, diving on the floor, rolling like an elephant taking a sandbath and all the while exclaiming "Thatha, namma aam maari onnum illai". (Grandpa, theres no place like our home).

Anyway, back to the call. This is how it went.

Keshav: Maga, so what have you decided?
Me: About what?
K: Ob maga, seat bagge. (Obvious dude, about the seat)
M: Oh!!Illa le, tumba confusing agide..(No man, its damn confusing)
K: Listen to me. What do you say to KREC?
M: What do you expect we'll get there?
K: Trical or Mech
M: But I'm not interested in either...
K: I know maga, neither am I...But i heard that there is a branch change option available, whereby we can change to EnC depending on the marks that we score.
M: Are you sure you wanna leave comps in RV?
K: Magga, you must be crazy to say no to a chance to get EnC in KREC.
M: What if we don't get a BC?
K: Even then, trical has got good job offers...
M: Right, count me in.

Armed with this pre-meditated choice, we went to the 'counselling' session. Since our ranks were pretty close by our 'counselling' was scheduled for the same time slot. I still don't understand the term 'counselling'. COunselling is what happens when you visit shrinks or funda givers. What happened at the CET Cell and what still happens is a seat selection. If people think that a guy sitting in front of the computer displaying the seat matrix and telling me how many seats are available in each institute under which branch constitutes counselling, they need to reconsider. I hope the authorities concerned have the sense to rename the process just for posterity's sake. But for this post, 'counselling' stays; because thats what we were supposed to have undergone.

The counselling went off smoothly with some last gasp effort from Keshav to get that juicy EnC seat. How??? Even though the matrix displayed zero, our man went ahead and asked for the seat hoping that something like a last minute cancellation of a Rs.500/- ticket on Air Deccan might have occured. Well, whoever had taken those seats were not going to give it up, just like the travel agents who gobble up those tickets.

So here we were, two pre-university classmates, out to become the best of friends at the university. To cut a long story short, what ensued was this: the original BC matamorphosised into the slang BC (Behan Chod), electrical became the next best thing to God (thank God I didn't crossover into EnC), EnC became something that many loved to hate and the jobs did pour in!!! Every year had its share of adventures and before all these incidents in KREC, there were the so called 'Amit mane Conferences' (Conferences in Amit's house...[author's note: Amit also
called Buddi was also a classmate in pre-univ who continued his studies in bangalore]) wherein Adithya and Kshitij battled out to determine who would be the fourth roomie along with keshav, me and gandhi!!!

There was also the trip to Surathkal for the 'other state REC counselling'...Needless to say, I fell in love with Surathkal once I saw the beach and very happily rejected the seats on offer in the other REcs, much to the surprise of my dad who had been hearing dialogues like "I wanna live as far away away as possible. I want to experience India" etc etc for the whole week leading to the 'counselling'. The only regret I have is that there was a babe who chose Warangal or some
other REC, I don't remember...Whoever u are, my 'muuahs' to you..wish we could have spent some time on the beach!!! But then, if I had not chosen Surathkal............

And the story ends, leavig you all with the Vengaboys song, 'I Wanna have sex on the beach!!!'

PS: wish blogger had an option like livejournal for current song, current mood etc....

Story time!!!

Aargh!! Finally completed part I of my 'soon-to-hit-the-stands' short story. and i am giving u all a free preview of the beginning....u better be generous with your praises if you want to avoid paying for this one..HA HA HA..
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Irrawaddy

London, June 2389
"I give him thirty more minutes", Dr.Pringle said in his usual stoic manner, "Only immediate family members are allowed. Others, please vacate the room."

Delilah did not move a muscle until the last person had filed out of the room. Once she heard the reassuring sound of the latch, she turned her lovely, deer like eyes towards the bed, where the king of England lay, nearly cut into two.

Memories of last night flooded through her mind. She herself, heavily pregnant with the heir to the throne, had barely managed to survive the attack and if not for the last gasp thrust of the King's sword, the crazed American would have had 3 kills to his name and not 1 which was going to happen soon.

"Honey", came the croaked voice from the bed, "the end is drawing near."

"Why do you have to be so cruel to me Steve? Why do you have to rub it in? Please, can we, for this short period of time become the carefree lovers that we were in Delhi?"

"Ha ha..aah", the King winced in pain.

"Whats so funny Steve?"

"My Queen, I found it ironically funny that you should take up the name of Delhi. Delhi....thats the place that is going to save us."

"I..I don't understand."

"Listen to me carefully and don't interrupt. We don't have much time. If you remember, after we graduated, we had a big fight about my solo trip to Mandalay?"

"Yes. And let me say that you caused me much pain by your decision."

"There was a purpose. There was intelligence floating around that the Americans were plotting to wipe out the House of Tudor so that they could prop up a dummy regime and go on to achieve their dream of Pax Americana. Having lived with the follies of Tony Blair, Britain would never involve itself in another war. This is precisely why the Britons reposed their faith in the monarchy and threw out the scumbag politicians."

"But love, whats that got to do with your Mandalay trip?""Patience Delilah, patience. You will also recall the turmoil caused by my decision to pursue my post graduation at Jawaharlal Nehru University. I chose JNU over American Universities not only because of its superior infrastructure, but due to strategic interests. I wanted to build a strategic nuclear command of the Commonwealth against the USA. Of course, Pakistan excluded."

"Yes, but why Mandalay?""Mandalay holds the key to fire the bomb if required. Even I do not know how powerful the bomb is, or what range it has..hell, I don't even know from where its going to be fired. Listen carefully....." a sudden spasm took hold of the King's body and Delilah watched in frozen horror as he controlled it with a strange calm which she knew, only the soon-to-be-dead could summon.

"I don't have much time. All I want to say is, since you will be the Queen, get hold of those damn codes and fire the bomb on the land of evil. And do it quick before some more crazed assassins make any more attempts."

"But where do i start?"

"Delhi.......Said-ul-Ajaib, the Garden of Five Senses. Meet the careteker Sanaa. She is a remarkable lady and she should help you. But make sure that you are in disguise. God Bless".

"Steve?" No Reply

"Steve? Talk to me honey....." She shook him a couple of times. As if in reply, his lifeless arm fell on the side, showing the royal sceptre.Delilah dried her tears, picked up the sceptre and walked out of the room. The small group of the faithful had one look at her and knew that this was not the same Delilah that they had known. The mythological Durga had come alive in Britain.

The news networks started churning out their reports.
'The King is dead, long live the Queen'.

I am tired

1. of people asking me what the whole point of doing my M.Tech was now that my starting salary is less than what I had after undergraduation. Why don't they understand that there is something in life beyond money?

2. of people asking me to describe what exactly my firm is doing and why didn't I join 'majors' like ABB/GE?

3. of being ordinary and being unable to lift myself from this pile of ordinariness.

4. of not having an exciting life.

5. of having to be a selfless worker.

6. of being a Jack of all trades.

7. of interacting with 'ignorrogant' IIT undergrads.

8. of being a 'foot in mouth' regular.

9. of reading crap published by IEEE, IEE and Sciencedirect transactions, majority of which, i know is cleverly fudged, a la "u scratch my back and i scratch yours."

10. of MATLAB.

11. of conferences, workshops and other scientific "chintan baitaks".

12. of hearing to the words "student days are the best days".

13. of India-Pak bhaichara.

14. of being a 'crisis man' who is assumed to be fairly confortable with his share of work plus that of the others.

Waiting for this!!!

Nice article. If things turn out as promised, i will make a trip to the north east after my course ends....................wake up India, u have a fucking long way to go, my dear country!!!!
Though i must add, things have been changing. there have been some cruises included by MP Tourism. Anywayz, read on.....

Business Standard
Barun Roy:
Slowly up the Brahmaputra ASIA FILE
Barun Roy / New Delhi December 24, 2004

Forty years ago, an English author and travel journalist, Eric Newby, took a boat at Haridwar and embarked on a 1,200-mile journey down the Ganga all the way to where the Hooghly meets the sea at Sandheads.
Two years later, in 1966, he came out with a book about his remarkable adventure, Slowly Down the Ganges, as a tribute to India’s holiest river.
A few years afterwards came another well-publicised book, The Ganges, by the late Raghubir Singh, a magical photographic celebration of the river, merging “the mundane and the spiritual, the timely and the timeless,” that became immediately popular with readers in the West.
Yet in all these years it hasn’t occurred to us that such a river of history, mystery and tradition, flowing through India’s heartland and symbolising her age-long culture and civilisation, could lend itself ideally to an exciting cruise for tourists, having all the ingredients to become as attractive as cruises down the Nile or the Yangtze.
This is an aspect of tourism that India hasn’t paid any attention to. Once upon a time, during the British days, steamships used to carry passengers and cargo from Kolkata to Dibrugarh in Assam, navigating through what is now Bangladesh.
That, too, wasn’t any inspiration. India doesn’t figure at all among the great river journeys of the world. We still can’t think beyond short daytime, sunset or moonlight boat trips for honeymooners and the romantic.
It looks like this might change after all. Using a 300-mile stretch of the Brahmaputra between Guwahati and Dibrugarh, an Indo-British joint venture, Assam Bengal Navigation Co., has started offering four-to-10-night trips to mainly British groups.
The cruise, only one season old, includes stops at the Majuli, claimed to be the largest river island in the world, and Kaziranga, home of the famous one-horned rhino, besides glimpses of tribal life along the river.
Taking the cue, Myanmar’s Irrawaddy Flotilla Co. is now planning to launch a longer, trans-national Brahmaputra cruise to operate between Dhaka and Dibrugarh, if there are no hitches — and the company doesn’t expect any — a restored colonial teak-and-brass steamer will leave Dhaka sometime in January 2006, taking trippers on an 800-mile journey past the Sunderbans, the early Buddhist archaeological site of Mahasthangarh, the Manas Tiger Reserve at Goalpara and, of course, Guwahati, Tezpur, Kaziranga, Sibsagar and all the other cultural and historical attractions along the way.
Irrawaddy Flotilla, revived from its British past, is the largest river cruise company in Myanmar and knows its business. Its trips to Mandalay from Yangon and Pagan, all on restored colonial steamers named the Pandaw, are very popular and run through teak jungles, towering cliffs, sacred cities, tribal villages and all the golden pagodas that tourists can imbibe into their mixed experience of nature, culture and adventure.
Having tasted success at home, Irrawaddy Flotilla is now looking for a bigger presence in Asia. It’s already in Thailand cruising through memories of World War II on the River Kwai, as well as in Cambodia and Vietnam plying the Mekong between Angkor Wat and Ho Chi Minh City.
It’s planning to start Upper Mekong cruises from Jinghong in China to Luang Prabang in Laos, through Myanmar and Thailand, and Red River cruises from Hanoi to Lao Cai in northern Vietnam. If the proposed Bahmaputra cruise comes through, it will be yet another proof of the growing importance of river cruises in Asian tourism.
This importance is nowhere as evident as in China, where the Yangtze cruise is a year-round sell-out event. This mighty river is navigable for over 6,000 km and boats pass through the magnificent Three Gorges towards Xiling, twisting through a landscape of rushing rapids, majestic peaks, caves and temples.
Then there is the Li River Cruise from Guilin to Yangshuo and widely acclaimed as the most scenic river journey in China. Often called the Hundred Mile Gallery, trippers find themselves surrounded by rolling hills, steep cliffs, ancient caves and immense groves of bamboo in an amazing display of nature’s beauty. Not to be outdone is the Grand Canal Cruise from Suzhou to Hangzhou, an enthralling journey imparting the full flavours of China’s poetry and art.
The Mekong is Asia’s next major river cruise hub in the making. With all the six nations in its basin pitching in to promote tourism in the sub-region, the tourist potential of this river is potentially as big as that of the Yangtze.
The Mekong, incredibly rich in biodiversity, offers a breathtaking journey through gorgeous mountain scenery and hillside villages where ethnic minorities still retain their age-old cultural traditions.
Once an ongoing navigation improvement project in the upper reaches of the river is completed, even large ships will be able to sail all the way to China — an attraction for tourists that will be hard to beat.

Let The World Change You...And You Can Change The World aka The Awakening of The 'Che' Within

2 guys, one of the age that I am, and another, six years older, set out on an epoch journey, that
is destined to change the face of the South American continent, the true results of which we are
seeing today atleast in Bolivia, Venezuela and Cuba.

Yes, my friends, I am talking about Ernesto Guevara and Alberto Granado who, with their trusted bike 'La Poderosa' (The Powerful) set out to cover the South American continent.This journey is beautifully captured in the movie 'The Motorcycle Diaries'. As the narrators say, "THIS IS NOT THE TALE OF IMPRESSIVE DEEDS BUT IS A PIECE OF TWO LIVES TAKEN IN A MOMENT WHEN THEY WERE CRUISING TOGETHER ALONG A GIVEN PATHWITH THE SAME IDENTITY OF ASPIRATIONS AND DREAMS".

How? you may ask..How can a mere bike journey for pleasure (atleast thats what 2 college going kids about to graduate would have envisioned) turn out into the sculpting of one of the greatest
revolutionaries that history has ever known? Wanna know? Join me in my humble quest to analyse the movie.....

The beginning is as pleasant as one can expect. No inkling of the herculean challenges the two
are going to face. They even take a diversion to meet Ernesto's girlfriend who herself is torn
between waiting for Ernesto till he returns and getting along with her life.

A diary entry by Ernesto, stands out at the onset of their journey. "Dear mom...Buenos Aires is
behind us behind is as also the miserable life the faculty, the exams and the dissertations that
make you sleepy. Before us lies all of Latin America From now on we will only trust in 'La
Poderosa'. I wish you could see us. We look like adventurers and inspire admiration and envy
everywhere"..You sure did Che!! Even 54 years later, you have inspired the same admiration and envy which you must have seen in the eyes of the people. Leave alone latin America, I have been to a miniscule number of places in India, and going by the current lack of spark to do anything, caused by this fucked up pressure to keep slogging away at my computer for myself and my guide, i don't think i'll add to my tally in the near future....

They have a couple more adventures and then venture into Chile. Ernesto makes another diary entry which needs to be mentioned, "Dear mom...what is it that's lost when you cross a border.Each moment seems to be split in two. Melancholy for what was left behind and on the other hand all the enthusiasm at entering new lands."

Their adventures in Chile are mostly based upon their knowledge that the Chilean girls are the
most daring in the South American continent. Indeed, Ernesto attempts to befriend the wife of a mechanic and ends up being chased out of the town of Temuco. They then reach the town of Los Angeles (not the one in choothland..USA) wherein they immediately befriend (i have to learn such techniques) the two daughters of the fire chief. The real awakening for Che begins at this place when a fire tender requests him to attend to his ailing mother. Che knows that he cannot save her, but he leaves hope, kindness, love and of course, a doctor's best advice..medicines!!!!His diary entry summarises this:
"Dear mom...I knew i wouldn't be able to help that poor woman
That up to a month ago she had been servingtables, panting like me
Trying to live with dignity
In those dying eyes, there was a humble request for excuses
And a desperate plea of consolationthat gets lost in the emptiness
Just as her body will get lost very soonin the magnitude of the mystery that surrounds us"

The real education begins in the Atacama Desert of Chile wherein they meet a miner and his wife who narrate their tale of land usurption by some landlords. The dialogue goes like this:
"We didn't have much, just a dry and difficult land
It belonged to his grandparents
It was ours, until a landlord arrived and kicked us out
And that is what they call progress.We had to leave our son with the family and travel to find
job
Trying to escape from the police that wanted to catch us- Why?
Because we are communists
We are going to the mine. If we are lucky I’ll find a job."
Diverting a little bit, the situation in India is not much different specially in the suicidal
killing fields of the Telengana and Vidharba region which were referred to as 'nuked-out regions' in a blog that I read today. Somehow, Indira Gandhi's scheme to abolish zamindari has got lost in the wilderness of red-tapism, corruption, neglect and pessimism. When I was small, my grandmother used to tell me how her father suffered a major blow when his lands were taken away for re-allotment among the 'Charmakkal' (as the labourer harijans in Kerala are called). Those days, when I was not exposed to alternate schools of thought, I used to accept what she said as gospel. No, I am not blaming her in any way. She was schooled from childhood to think in terms of caste, hierarchy which are not easy to brush off. As an aside, let me say that among all my family members, she is the most broadminded (if proper consideration is given to prevailing conditions of her period). And of course, the coolest..HE HE HE..Let me just say that if she had stuck to those views, she would not have borne the burden of having her husband leave for his PhD a year into their marriage, and nor would she have borne the shock of having to face a totally different culture in Sholapur/Anantpur/Tirupati and finally Bangalore. Lastly, she would never ever have faced the tragedy of losing 2 kids to smallpox if she had stuck to those class and creed mentality and not taken help of others..All this in another blog..........

Coming back to Mr. Che, he says after meeting the miner,
"Those eyes had a dark and tragic expression
They told us about some friends that had disappeared under mysterious circumstances
And that apparently ended up in somepart on the bottom of the ocean
That was one of the coldest nights of my life
But meeting them made me feel closer to human kind.Strange, so strange to me".

He then makes the journey into Peru along the Andes and observes this:
"When we left the mine, we felt reality was changing
...or were we the ones changing
Going deeper and deeper into the mountain rangewe found more natives
that don't even have a roof in what used to be their own land".

They then enter the ancient capital of the Incas, Cuzco, where they are told that it was
demolished by the Spaniards to make way for a new capital Lima. Here, he meets a farmer who tells him that he was thrown out of his land by a landlord (again, same shit different place!!!)....Che observes:
"The Incas had a high knowledge of astronomy, medicine,math, among others
But the Spanish invaders had powder
How would America be today if things had been different?"
A lot, i would say..specially in the composition of the football teams which would have been
composed of 100% native people.....

The seeds of the armed revolution taking place in Che's mind are sumamrised in these dialogues:
Granado:Fuser, look what i think. I should marry with an Inca descendantand found an indigenous party.We encourage everyone to vote.Reactivate Tupac Amaru's revolution,the indoamerican revolution, Fuser What do you think?
Ernesto:A revolution without gunshots?You are crazy Mial

The next diary entry coupled with the excellent camera work takes us to Lima, the capital of
Peru.
"How is it possible that i feel nostalgia for a world i never knew
How do you explain that a civilization capable of building this
is wiped out to build...
...this"

They then meet the chief doctor incharge of the leprosy eradication programme in Peru who gives them an outline of his work, the revolutionary potential of the Latin Americans and gives them a lot of reading material on the same. He puts them aboard a boat hich goes to a place called San Pablo, on the Amazon which is a centre for treatment of the seriously affected leprosy patients. On that journey, we come to know that Ernesto has given away all his money including the one his girlfriend had given him to purchase a pair of pants to the miner's wife of the Atacama desert.

The stay in the leprosy colony is the real awakening for the 'to be doctor specialising in
leprosy treatment', Ernesto. He soon gains the love of all the members and in a farewell cum
birthday party he makes this statement, which reveals his intentions:
"Although our meager personalities prevent us from being spokesmen of your cause
We believe, even more after this journey, that the separation of America in false and uncertain
nationalities is completely fictitious
We are a single mixed race, from Mexico to the Strait of Magellan
So, trying to free myself from any nationality load I raise a toast for Peru and for America united".

They then go by raft to Columbia and then move onwards to caracas, Venezuela where Alberto has an internship offer. The rest of the story is about what happened later on, culminating in the execution of Che by the Bolivian regulation Army with the help of the CIA.

What should be observed from Che's experience is this:
1. India too is at the threshold of another revolution. We are as good as a continent. Already
the bloody maoists have established control over a vast area of central and east India. Having
another Che is fine, but not at the cost of civil war.
2. The urban youth of India WILL NOT be the spark for any social reform. They are just content with getting a good degree and a handsome job, writing fucked up blogs (like I am doing), wearing Che t shirts (see the irony) and making empty speeches...The real spark will come from rural india. To put in Tom Clancy's words, 'Red Storm Rising' is what we will see if we do not give equal development to all.
3. This movie should be shown in all medical and engineering colleges and rural service should be made compulsory.
4. Attitudes towards socialising must become more liberal so that people who are travelling must have a similar pleasurable adventure.
5. Save our heritage!!!! If any of you still has doubts about the bad condition of our heritage
buildings, please visit the great DILLI.......

The soundtrack of the movie composed and performed by Gustavo Santaolalla is beautiful. I would specially recommend the number 'Apertura'
visit www.motorcyclediariesmovie.com
Also a must read is the op-ed articles published by P.Sainath in The Hindu. He is the rural
affairs editor of the Hindu and covers the drought,farmer suicides which other flashy bastards
like TOI, HT ignore.

How has the movie affected me? Well, I have had this desire to do social service for a long time,
but somehow haven't been able to summon the required guts to let go of mundane affairs and plunge headlong into it. I now see a window of opportunity with my job at PwC. And the person who opened this window for me is Sharath Rao, who said "Maybe...you could think of being the Sam Pitroda in the power sector and achieve the goal of power for all rather than going for a PhD."..Thanks Sharath, this advice I'll treasure forever and hopefully I should have something to show at the end of my life.Now, will the end be natural or an execution? Only time will tell......

Natural talent

Your Hidden Talent

Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people. You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together. Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly. People crave your praise and complements.

What's" Your Hidden Talent?