Motley Musings Blog

Rants and raves, reflection and reverie, responses and regurgitation, recollections and revelations: rightful restitution by a reprehensible rascal. A blog about me and every other runt that slaps my back while passing by.

‘No Cover, Great Pleasure!’

The thing that unnerved me was his strange idiosyncrasy that a sneeze is more enjoyable if you don’t cover your mouth — with mask, hand, elbow, book, newspaper, barf bag — anything! ‘No Cover, Great Pleasure’ seemed to be his perverse credo.

Corporate (Un)Culture

SHORT STORY/SATIRE: ‘The email from the HR Business Partner came on a Friday morning. She wanted to meet Rajat to discuss something important. Rajat’s manager, Lokesh, hadn’t mentioned anything. So he was curious what it could be about.’

Blue Ticks, Diamonds, and the Value of Quality

What is common between Twitter’s Blue Ticks, Diamonds, and the OPEC? Will Elon Musk’s plan to sell the blue ticks improve or harm Twitter’s fortunes? What does it mean for the value of the blue ticks for people?

Here’s Why I Need You to Work 18 Hours a Day: And Not Whine About It

SHORT STORY/SATIRE – ‘The ‘conference room’ was a corner of the studio floor with big glass windows, seven bean bags, and toys scattered around. Raman Ronadhona had taken a bean bag next to a stuffed bulldog. The Founder-CEO, the 30-something Chaman Chaturkumar, stomped in and plonked into a huge tan bean bag shaped like a…

How I Became the Richest Person in the World

SHORT STORY/SATIRE – ‘Those were tough days. I had sold my scooter to loan money to a local businessman, Firki bhai. He put it in a business that eventually sank because, as it became apparent later, he knew nothing about that line of business! And when I asked for my money back, he avoided me!…


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About Me

I’m on the wrong side of forty and none the wiser. Every few years something happens that leaves me all confused about what is what. But I know I love writing. I do love reading, but I tend to wander off, following glowworms of thoughts that emerge quietly from the words in front of me.

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