This is Single Malt speaking!

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr ******, the thought behind the machine, the brain that conceived ##### 20 years ago, the man who stands for everything that our times represent.
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Good morning ladies and gentlemen.
This is single malt speaking.
You might be wondering who am I and why am I here instead of Mr ******.
I think its time to address the question that one faces at some point of his life.
The dilemma of choosing between satisfaction and ambition..

One begins to wonder where one ends and the other begins.
Two things that can never go hand in hand. Or can it?
For all that matters is what you are and how you are? Does it?
Or is that all that matters is what others think and how others thing?

MBA. That is the key word, the gateway to all things that one expects. Big names that come to your doorstep and lift you up with their mind boggling language, their slick ease and of course their promises of a better future, a clean future where only you matter and your performance does.
Once you get in you realize that you were taken in. the language and the faces mouthing those words were just the mask that is used to hide all the mess and the drooping faces behind the scenes. None of the masks will talk about the people required to do the dull dreary and mind numbing job of keeping their system in line. None will talk about the requirement of taking any shit from the customer as long as he gives you the contract.

It makes one wonder why people are not treated as people.
Can you imagine this? A senior HR manager in an MNC telling a new employee this
“ You are all just numbers for us. We pick you and put you where we want. Who are you to decide where you want to be? We get requirements and we fill it up.”
Now that is perfect. The faceless monster in the open. One wonders what was it that made this person reveal so much of the monster. They usually go to great lengths to keep it hidden under their plastic every ready smile.

You must have often heard the statement “Live for today but plan for tomorrow”.
Now that is one hell of a statement! Today is just another day in life, same people same things what can you do to change that? How much can you change that?
It all comes down to one thing, 8 hrs a day have to be spent in a place where you have to drag yourself to.
Every morning the first thought that comes to your mind is ‘damn another day in drowning paradise’

Drowning paradise, the place where one-steps in with high expectations.
One feels that till then one was just another name another number in the register.

Drowning paradise, the place that promises so much, where one can forget all the injustice done to him. Where one can prove what he is. No one realizes that it’s just another farce.
Performance bonus, incentives, hard work, intelligence, all just fancy words to hide the fact that as long as you create no problems and don’t ask too many questions, You shall be treated as just another number a punch card that walks in and out and does what it is asked of.

Number: 100xxxxxx
Days worked: 30
Salary: xx, 000.00

I am Single malt.

Many of you spend the evenings staring at me in one form or the other, alone or together, staring at walls of flashing lights and mind jarring music or just sitting alone at home thinking ‘is this what I want?’
You curse and spend hours together finding and highlighting every single thing you think is wrong, you plan and plot to change at least one thing in your life. You decide you can’t take it any more and plan to exchange one paradise for another.
But what is it that you are really want?
The numbers change the faces change but monster remains the same, in one form or the other. The euphoria of landing in another drowning paradise shall drain away and you shall once again find your self staring at me.

I am not here to provide solace to your confused mind. I am not here for you to drown your sorrows. I am for people who live life the way they want. Only then can enjoy the joy and the warmth of facing me. Only they can relish the subtle difference.

For the rest of you its just a question of which will get to you.
Ambition or satisfaction.
Ambition, the fire that makes you jump from one paradise to another, just a vicious cycle that starts with euphoria and ends with me.
Satisfaction, the charlatan who seeks to keep you where you are, just another number, just another name.
The choice is yours.

Rest in peace
This is Single malt signing off.
Good day.

its that time of the year....

its that time of the year....

when a nice warm blanket and hot coffee is more attractive that the girl next door.

when the smell of wet earth reminds you of the smell of her hair when its all wet and soft.

when dark clouds filter the light and turn day to
night.

when rain drops caress you face, warm and soft, hiding your tears.

when cold rain seeps into your skin kindling the fire deep within.

when all is beautfiul and fresh like a new born.

when life smiles and you smile back wondering what is it that makes you smile.

when there is nothing left to celebrate but the bromides of every single day.