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The Bane of Media

My Dad believed the newspaper paper especially the English ones might just be the tool that differentiated the intellectuals with others. I remember him reading it end to end from time know to me. I probably was too young until later part of 1980s to attempt reading, if at all it was the fortnightly magazine “The frontline” which had some awesome snaps of military tankers to airforce flights. I vaguely remember Rajiv Gandhi was in the helm and was in very many pages as well. Newspapers then wanted to lure the younger ones, “the young world”, something that my Dad thought I could read and understand. I dreaded those Saturday newspapers forcing me to read the four pages of the kids section.   As weeks passed by I just about managed few articles in it but was overwhelmed by some of the stories of extraordinary talent. Yes there was comparison, well know to our generation, some survived the comparison and rose to the occasion the rest fell away only to realise they were equally good at a
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Sports Analogy is only a fancy line on the powerpoint

George Orwell’s The Sporting Sprit vividly stays on from my 6th grade onwards. The author’s point of view was that sports created animosity and does not actually create the so called sporting sprit. I quite do not agree with George Orwell on that. Sports has promoted mutual respect baring few sporadic incidence that we can clearly neglect. On the other hand sports has been a change agent, opportunity for young people across the globe to make a career out of it rather than drift into some unethical activities especially in war ravaged countries. All those who have played a sport at a formidable level very well know that it is intense competition on the field and ends with a good shake-hand and mutual respect off it. Sports promotes sporting sprit or otherwise is a separate debate for some other day. Sports has for sure caught some attention from Leader’s in corporate companies and the B-schools in charming their audience with sports analogies. Sports analogies have sure caught the i

Is it just me!!!

I always thought listening was an art and it just needed a spark and there on you were on your own. Determined to turn a new leaf, my thoughts were fixed on listening to the teacher. Sixth grade it was and there was something to it than the primary grades - a motivation to start listening and the making of the new "me". An imaginary fist pump to say 'yes from today' and drifting into the thought of that magical spark moment which will allow me to then stop worrying about exams - its just revision and not learning afresh. The bell rang and I realised the first 45 min had just gone by, the last thing I listened to, was my name called out for the attendance and I promptly lifted my hands and then drifting into the dream 'art of listening'. An introvert, occupying the middle benches, hiding behind the one in front and hoping the teachers would never pick me up for answering questions. It was working my way, except for the english teacher. I just did not have the

Yards away from the protectors

Longewala in Rajasthan, an military post on the Indian side bordering Pakistan, approximately 15 KM from the border hosts a small museum with the artillery that was used during the Indo-Pakistani war of 1971 , couple of Pakistani tankers that were captured during the war and the memorial that bore the name of the mighty warriors who laid their life to protect this great Nation. It also housed a small bunker with a projector room with a video on the war that showed bravery and leadership second to none. The video that was played did raise goose-bumps and a few tears from the emotional ones. Well, yes a vacation for three families. A hard earned one to escape the concrete jungle and the corporate world of stressful chaos. Jaisalmer it was, the golden city sure is a feast to the eye with love for craftsmanship and architecture. The cozy hotel that we stayed in also provided a travel desk with an itinerary of places to visit. The Forts, the sandstone buildings, market place with wall

The Pit-Stop Crew

Formula One (also known as Formula 1 or F1) is the highest class of single-seater auto racing sanctioned by the Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile (FIA) and owned by the Formula One Group . The FIA Formula One World Championship has been one of the premier forms of racing around the world since its inaugural season in 1950. The word "formula" in the name refers to the set of rules to which all participants' cars must conform.[1] A Formula One season consists of a series of races, known as Grands Prix ( French  for 'grand prizes' or 'great prizes'), which take place worldwide on purpose-built circuits and on public roads. That is the wikipedia explanation of the Formula one.  For me F1 is the ultimate one, in the world of racing and every time I watch a Grand Prix  it keeps teaching me new things almost every race. Vividly remember F1 and Ayrton Senna in the early 1990s, thanks to ‘The Hindu’, the news paper that I had access to. 

Stereotype...

For a living, I help teams to innovate. How?… is a long story with loads of jargons and justifications, but so far it has worked…and let me not drag the ‘how’ part further. But some of the jargons which are pretty much inevitable and synonymous to innovation are creativity, problem statement, best practice, reuse, benefit and $ value (sounds like $ is the only currency world over).  Pondering on the multiple calls on the day, with enthusiastic young gals and lads explaining what their team has done and articulating every possible benefit to weave a large dollar value to it…after all Innovation is to do with evangelising your solution and branding it. Well, my little grey matter pondering for a longtime and slowly drifted towards ‘what exactly is innovation…or even further what exactly is creativity?’.  We have heard it a hundred times over and often referred to the great domain pundits as ‘something different which has a benefit tagged to it’. Okey agreed, then how on earth is reu

A thorn in the skin

A new project and new set of challenges; like any other employee thinking about climbing the Corporate ladder or bare minimum fit into any of the buckets the HR department has carved out in the normalization curve, the manthra was ‘Customer is King’ and I thought no different. The Challenges Well, to think of Customer is King; was, is and will be the challenge for all employees and employers across the Globe. But the challenges, that too in a new Country, official challenges apart I had to think about personal challenges of my basic needs and which of course no longer is just food, clothing and shelter, few more dimension added to it from internet connection to money in my pocket. So Malaysia it was and Kuala Lumpur my new city for the next few months. Official challenges, I did have but the kind of team I was a part off, you don’t need to worry; hard work is all that is needed and I was willing to do that. Oh, did I mention the Client team was understanding enough and trus