Long Bio…
Arvind Passey began his professional life marching up and down the drill square of the Indian Military Academy as a gentleman cadet and ended his job-era playing hide-&-seek with media teams as the head of Corporate Communications.
He also writes poetry… has written more than 1800 poems… a few of them published in journals in India & UK but the rest still in notebooks, loose sheets, penned on napkins, and in computer files.
He is now trying to find the writer in him through blogging and writing a weekly column for ‘The Education Post’. He has also won the 2011 Best Book Reviewer Award, has been the Samsung Brand Ambassador for their mobile division… and has also been a part of the NDTV-Volvo XC60 Adventure Challenge. He travelled to Jordan as a winner of the ‘Grab Your Dream’ contest by Cox & Kings and GAdventures, drove the F1 car during the Michelin Pilot Experience in Kuala Lumpur, and was also sent by Expedia to Sydney to explore and blog. His blog has more than 1100 articles on topics that range from politics to travel, technology to lifestyle, book reviews to sports, and spirituality to finance.
However, of all the challenges in life, he loves the challenge of walking barefoot on a floor full of words and picking the ones he wants for his essays and articles. He dreams of travelling to every country in the world… and of finally completing his first novel.
You can connect with him on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram… and he is /arvindpassey everywhere. His blog: www.passey.info
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/arvindpassey
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/arvindpassey
Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/arvindpassey
Linkedin: https://in.linkedin.com/in/arvindpassey
Short Bio…
I began my professional life marching up and down the drill square of the Indian Military Academy as a gentleman cadet and ended my job-era playing hide-&-seek with media teams as the Head of Corporate Communications. A few of the 1800+ poems written by me are published in journals in India & UK but the rest still in notebooks, loose sheets, penned on napkins, and in computer files. I have had short-stories published in anthologies and articles in The Education Post, The Huffington Post, Business Insider, & MarketingBuzzar. I dream of travelling to every country in the world… and of finally completing my first novel. On the social media I am /arvindpassey everywhere. Blog: https://passey.info
Nine lines on me as my date of birth is 09 May
When in school at Jhansi, I was the Blue House Captain, got prizes for elocution, debates, chess, short-story writing, essay writing… well, what I’m trying to say is that though I could introduce myself in poetry even when I was in school, I was a dud at outdoor sports.
However, destiny took me to the Indian Military Academy in Dehradun where I learnt front-rolling on bajri roads, sleeping with eyes open, running to class with my bike on my head, and getting a record number of ‘extra drills’ as well as ‘restrictions’ for trying to read after lights-out!!
Explored the world of pharma selling for around 24 years after leaving the OG-years behind, and am now slowly getting into a creative-writing phase. Have spent quite a few years heading corporate communications too and knowing the media closely.
My wife (Dr Sangita Passey) was a Commonwealth Scholar and completed her DPhil from the Univ of York, UK and is now HOD at MBIT in Delhi. My son Pushkin did his Masters in Architecture from AA, London and is right now working with Battle McCarthy in London.
I love words.
I love to write.
I love it when people praise my writing so do it…
What to expect from my blog uploads?
Truth behaves the way words want it to behave. The word that is uttered simply mutters some mumbo-jumbo to create images that strut around as the truth… it is the same with the written word. The anti-dote to this are words themselves… words of the listener or the reader that either open the gates to accept or fight to kill. Sanity, as it exists today cannot choose to remain away from this onslaught. We are forever trapped between layers of truth and fiction and now we do not even know which is which.
