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These days, I often take an Uber cab to commute to/from work. On one such trip last week, I received some of the most precious insights on work ethics. I thought about them over the weekend and decided to internalize them in my personal & work life. So I thought of sharing them here for the reader's benefit. Since I do not have the driver's consent to share his name etc., let us just call him Mr. Uber. It was 9:35 PM when I booked my Uber. It is sometimes tough to get a cab at this time since many people are in transit and probably the number of cabs is also lesser during night. I was lucky to be assigned a cab quickly, which seemed to be travelling in opposite direction. Half expecting a cancellation, I called the driver and he said he will be there in 2 minutes. As soon as I entered the car, he asked if I was going back home. Now, I won't go into word for word dialogues, but some lines stuck with me, which I am sharing along with how I intend to apply them for mysel

Goa lost a dear son on the evening of 17th March 2019.  The electronic, print & social media are bursting with messages and memories of Mr. Parrikar. He was indeed a visionary man, hard working and an astute statesman. As I follow images & video feeds of people of Goa gathering to pay homage to this great man, A lot of thoughts flood my mind as well. My personal experiences, limited public & private interactions with him and how Goa changed around me while he was at the helm. Though I feel like sharing those with you all, I begin feel as if they are just stories. Just like snippets from Ramayana or Mahabharata. But I want to remember the real crux of the series of stories that people will be narrating today or in the years to come. In my mind, every departed should should be immortalised through their ideology. Days will pass and time will play it's part. But every person who remembers their bhai, Manohar, Sir, Parrikar today should make it a point to immortalise