(This is fiction. Ah well, fiction is just a cover, you might say, a reality in disguise, sometimes dressed up to make your heart soar and sometimes too stripped and stark as to scare and leave you with that sinking feeling) Stricken with grief, it feels like the world has deserted me, no matter how…
I lost my cousin, my brother, to the Big C on Saturday. He was just 56. More than family, he was a dear friend. We grew up together. We remained close through all these years. Now he has left. I guess he will be at the Gates while I wait my turn to knock and…
Caregiving is hard to get right. While a patient’s plight is there for all to see and be with, the caregiver often stays in the shadows, and is not acknowledged, appreciated or supported. Lest we forget, the patient’s recovery and well being depends greatly on the caregiver.
Loyalty is seen as a problem, particularly in modern organizations. Those labelled loyal are considered the old guard, votaries of the status quo, resistant to change and prone to nepotism. This broad brush treatment needs re-examination.
A new CEO presses on with two seemingly irreconcilable behaviours – being a badass and being likeable. In effect, the person is seldom likeable and often leaves people anxious, and in some instances, fearful. Why does this happen? This person comes on board with a brief to improve parameters viewed as critical – growth, profitability,…
Learning a language appears deceptively easy. It can be an exhilarating experience and also a humbling one. One surprisingly learns about self too along the way.
I remember the day began like any other summer day. 9 July. We had an early start. My father was bundled into my uncle’s car. I travelled along. We were headed to the hospital, a short distance away. My father, uneasy as hell, perhaps decided that the way out was to reach for the heavens.…
We were ahead of our times. We encountered a direct challenge to our set patterns of thinking about careers and of organisation design. We were a bunch of fortunate oddballs thrown together in an organisation that was willing to be a laboratory. Here is the story.
Writing. I love it. I am scared of it. I look forward to it. I postpone it. It is not writing about the world out there, fiction, a salad of opinions assembled over a few thousand words or the ghost writing that I sometimes consent to. It is more the writing about my world that…
Working professionals focus far too much on achievements, job responsibilities shouldered, and certifications that paved the way to their current eminence. For good measure, they add organisation-context to suggest spread, depth and complexity that they have encountered. ‘Growth’ for the most part is explained in terms of fancier titles, fatter pay cheques, the size of…