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 firstname.lastname@example.org
“I wonder if I might crave your momentary indulgence in order to discharge a by no means disagreeable obligation which has, over the years, become more or less established practice” by columnists across the globe as we approach the starting period of the year - “calendar, of course, not financial- in fact, not to put too fine a point on it”, Week One - and submit to you, “with all appropriate deference, for your consideration at a convenient juncture, a sincere and sanguine expectation - indeed confidence - indeed one might go so far as to say hope” - that the remaining period may be, at the beginning of the day, “when all relevant factors are being considered, susceptible to being deemed to be such as to merit” a hesitant verdict of having been by no means unsatisfactory in its overall introduction and, in the initial analysis, “to give grounds for being judged, on mature reflection, to be conducive to generating a degree of gratification which will be seen in retrospect to have been significantly higher than the general average.”
After the rain, the sun will reappear.
There is life.
After the pain, the joy will still be there
There is life.
For the past eight Decembers, it’s been the quintessential dilemma (if quintessential is the word I want) whether to start the TT by wishing a very happy birthday to the two precious young ladies in my life or to wait till I have finished with the trivial stuff and wish them at the end?
What a fortnight it has been...November 8th was the bête noire but it came and went without “crying havoc” and there was “much ado about nothing” except for a trivial column.
Today’s date is synonymous with grief, misfortune, pain, dread, fear and what have you. A year ago, in the land of the free and the home of the brave, as the orange sun set over the horizon there arose from the depths of darkness, the one with the brightest plumage, “crying havoc” and unceremoniously bidding adieu to sanity in general. To quote Marilynne Robinson, he “stepped right out of the fusion of news and entertainment, out of the gothic fantasy world of sinister foreigners and imminent catastrophe” and with due apologies to the Bard, “let slip the frogs of war.”