Travels after a Panic Attack  (Paperback, Sunil Sharan)

The Attack It was my worst fear come true. I had moved from Silicon Valley to join the company CD in Atlanta in 2008. I had been out of a job two and a half years, trying to do my own thing first and then trying to find a job as a venture capitalist specializing in clean energy, a space in which I had built a big business. True to vulture capital form, I was called to a number of “interviews” but actually they were just opportunities for the venture capitalists to pick my brain, so I was getting fed up of it all and getting ready to move to India. I was 38, recently-divorced and thought I could start life afresh in India. In addition, along with my mother and siblings, I owned considerable property in Delhi. I got along great with mom. In 2009, in a company meeting, my boss, the vice president of the division, stated that unemployment was supposed to soar to 10 percent by the end of the year. Oh my gosh I thought, not a time to be on the street. I would do anything to stay on in the job. But not everything. The vice president of human resources of the division, Maria, had invited me for the interviews to Atlanta. She was a glamorous, attractive Midwesterner who wore her neckline low. I had a hard time talking to her without staring at her breasts.