Grish's blog

I love stories, great storytelling, and great storytellers. Whether they tell with words, with music, with visual arts, multimedia - whatever the style, great storytellers bind societies and cultures. And, sadly, all too often, the power of story has been lost in today's results-obsessed corporate climate. I like the metaphor of "story" as a way to view life. Because in my mind, if you accept that your life, your career and everything that happens in them is your story, it forces accountability. By accepting the it you accept that you are authoring your story, you are the central character in your story, and you are in control. And, most important, you control the personality and style of you, the central character. In other words, you are accountable for yourself. Accountability is the cornerstone of leadership. You are either accountible for what you do or you are not. The act of denying their accountibility, in my mind, marks their leadership. By denying accountibility

A few hours at the beach with Monsieur H showed med just how important it is to get away from the normal routine every now and then. To just do something you normally don't. A rested mind thinks so much clearer and you feel good as well. A few hours of chatting and relaxing and I feel much more rested than I did before I went out. It is so easy to get stuck in normal routines and forget that we need do new things once in a while so that we can get new energy. A trip to the beach was just what I needed and I tried not to think about work but instead enjoy the little trip. And a fun filmy hollywood flick after that. What a- fun weekend. Taking nonsense. Eating Eating and more Eating. We had a great time and I hope it won't be too long before we do it again.

A date I’ll never forget. When I was a little girl, I dreamed of a wedding with a big white dress as seen in films. The guys would all look like Salman Khan, Aamir Khan to me. My wedding was so much better than the dreamed up childhood one! I was a summer early monsoon bride dressed all in red and white with gold and pearl stitching. I was covered in jewelry from head to foot (literally). My hands and feet were stained deep red in Mehendi and my Prince Charming was splendid in creamy white cotton with gold and red cloth to match my perfect wedding sari. All the relatives were dressed in gorgeous reds greens and earthy browns. There were so many things that happened and so many wonderful memories that they are still all jumbled up in my brain and hard to fasten on any particular one. I’m still amazed that I’m a WIFE! A wife to a perfect Husband! There were so many times that I thought this day would never come, so many days that I sat and fretted about what would happen, if ever