From Last night, Monaco came from behind to overcome a two-goal deficit to settle scores at 2-2 with Chelsea. Monaco move to the finals, imagine that.
The Champions League Final line up… Monaco v. Porto. Who would have wagered that?

That aside, coming to today’s blog. Was out with some friends, a mid week get together, a friend leaving town for a better job, all rolled into one.
Kunal, who by the way works for a bank was cheesed off with work. At a training session at work, the trainer was apparently rather comatose, and no one could make any sense of the instructions she was attempting to impart.

Buddy Kunal, stood up and spoke his mind, saying something to the effect of “None of us ten trainees have understood a word after two hours, now it isn’t possible that ALL of us are daft, which raises the question whether you are a good enough trainer”. An extended verbal duel ensued, and at the end of all of it, Kunal was threatened with disciplinary action.

Conversation soon veered towards “success”, its definition – whether at all there exists a universal definition at all, or is it everyone for themselves. When we ask someone whether he is successful? How/Why do we assume he is not already?

We then tried to look at the whole Kunal Shenanigan in the light of “what-is-success? “ debate.

The fact that Kunal works with a leading bank and is fairly successful, indicative of success?

The fact that he had the conviction to stand up for what he thought was right, while the rest of the trainees spent their time “clipping finger nails and/or staring at shoestrings”, indicative of success?

The fact that in the evening he has friends in a huddle around him, talking to him about the issue, and will be there for him even if his bank fires him tomorrow, indicative of success?

Its an amalgamation of all the above, and much more, isn’t it? So there isn’t a formula right? 2 parts Money, 1 Part Fame, 2 Parts Assets…

Just to imagine that a word(s) we use so often..success, succeed, successful …we don’t know a rats ass what it means. That’s maybe because we are so woefully unsuccessful!

Strangely and not very much in congruence with the thread, a line from Philadelphia Story just kind of sticks…

Maggie: We both might face the facts that neither of us has proved to be a very great success as a wife…
Tracy: We just picked the wrong first husband