About Sharda

I’m a New Yorker with a little bit to say about a lot of things. I worked for a number of years in the non-profit sector, primarily as a human rights advocate and professional change agent.

Recently, I had an existential crisis that brought me to business school. Now I am a newly minted MBA and “social entrepreneur” — which is either a brilliant new direction for both business and social change or purgatory for people like me who seem to live on the margin of idealism and pragmatism.

I can’t help but write. It’s been a compulsive preoccupation ever since I learned to hold a pen. My sixth grade English teacher made me autograph everything I did for her class because she thought it might be worth something one day. I’m sure that she was just humoring me but it fueled the delusions of grandeur and devotion to writing that I have had ever since.

What could she have found so promising about (This is an actual poem I wrote in the sixth grade that made me really popular with some of the boys. All rights reserved.):

Puke in the Snow

You want to build a snowman, but wouldn’t you know
There’s a heaping glob of puke in the snow

Some kid knocks you over, who’s in a race,
So you fall in the puke and land flat on your face

You look at your clothes and you see all the barf
It’s seeping into your red and green scarf

And just when you wipe vomit from your lap
You realize that you’ve sat in a pile of dog crap
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I actually submitted this poem to a contest by the NYC Transit Authority for tributes by children to the joys of winter in the city. Shockingly, it was not selected to post all over the subway system.

So, here is my blog. You can expect to find irreverence and some of the more serious stuff. Music, art, technology, politics, race, class, human rights, health, business, sustainability and the quirks that define my existence. It’s all game. Enjoy.