Technology with Diversity and Inclusion

In February 2024, I had an opportunity to visit Tokyo (Japan) and was mesmerized with the learnings that I came back with. When it comes to technological advancements and innovation, Japan is way ahead of rest of the world be it the metro/subway system, Rail, bus or taxi or digital currency or a vending machines. It was amazing to see how you can get a hot milk tea or coffee from the vending machine. 

If I have to define Japan πŸ‡―πŸ‡΅ in  one word, it will be Humility/Humbleness. Almost everyone I met in Japan is so down to earth that it sometimes feels unreal.  Everyone is  very content and grateful and will be so thankful if you take a small gift or token of love for them. 

My ears are still echoing with “Arigatō Gozaimasu” whenever I think of visiting a restaurant, shop or any other place of interest.  

Enjoyed the hospitality and warmth of my coworkers and business partners, who organized the Origami sessions, Tea parties serving fresh Machaa and some nice baking sessions enriching the wonderful learning experience  

The friendly team members making each and every moment enjoyable in this amazing journey. 

I got a chance to experience the 5K running around the imperial palace in Tokyo (just before the Tokyo Marathon 2024) on a cold but refreshing day and was also able to a 5K from my hotel to Tokyo SkyTree tower 




Finally the Tokyo station is a wonder in itself. It’s like a city with about 7-8 stories underground. Simply Amazing πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌ

One thing you must be careful when traveling in local trains in Japan is “Not to come in the way of daily commuters”. They will humbly take you along πŸ˜‚ wherever they are going 



Finally took some time off and enjoyed the Majestic Mount Fuji πŸ—» and was amazed with the immense beauty of it. 

View from the hot springs of the hotel.



Amazing View from the Ropeway at Fujikawaguchiko on a clear day

That’s all for now. Stay tuned, more to follow soon πŸ™πŸΌ

-Moninder Bhogal

Location: Tokyo, Japan

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