Mahesh has been in Oman for almost 25 years. He worked with the State Bank of India group, Banque Indo Suez, BankMuscat and Merrill Lynch before starting Trinity Investments. Why Trinity? Apparently because of the three women in his life... his wife and two daughters! You can contact him at email@example.com
This one is a Double Nelson...my 222nd TT!
It is now time to say good-bye to this month, which started off when people began ‘to swerve and to stare, and be as brainless as a March hare’ aiding and abetting the madness which is now waning, as the last vestiges of March now blends into the foolishness of the April month, which has been best described by David Lehman as the month where there is “too much thesis, too little antithesis, too many novels, too few poems,
too many poets, not enough poetry.”
Beware the Ides of March…and even though it’s still three days away, it does makes sense to be cautious. In 44 BC, Caesar didn’t follow the soothsayer’s advice, and you do know what happened to him? Brutally or ‘Brutusly’ murdered by his so-called friend Brutus and the other fellow senators baying for his blood, akin to the cawing of a murder of crows. Nothing to crow about though, but ‘here was a Caesar, when comes such another?’
It’s time to bid adieu to the month of February...for those not fortunate enough to live in the Paradise called Oman, February is the month “when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer”.
And I am back after a month-long hiatus, caused due to the incessant trips necessitated by the need to keep the kitchen fire burning and to rekindle the bonhomie with old school and college mates. The college reunion was with a difference, as it was held in the City of Joy and not the Capital, peppered with rounds of golf in Tolly Club during the day and the sloshing of the draught of vintage in the evenings: on the golf course while most drove, chipped and putted for either a par or a bogey, I hooked, sliced and shanked for a Bo Derek (for the uninitiated, that’s a 10!) In the evenings, the winners compensated for their low scores during the day, and those of my ilk drowned our sorrows aided and abetted by “Bacchus and his pards.”