at the very Core of it all … is Content!
What exactly is “pragmatic integrity” in the context of management? I was flummoxed when an industrialist who has (according to his spin doctors) taken on him the onerous task of weeding corruption from public life and help Indian industry embrace integrity lobbed the term. With not a clue about what he was trying to say, …
I have always maintained that God is too huge to be confined within the boundaries of religion. To me God is the all pervading, omnipresent, benevolent being – the supreme power that makes the cosmos go round. By surrendering myself to this I focus my energies to my goals, calm my jittery nerves and continue …
“I need your help immediately” the young lady entrusted with engaging customers for a multi specialty hospital in the social media was gasping. “One irate and terribly irritating woman is running amok, in the social media space, destroying all that we have created over the years. How do we stop her?” Before addressing the question, …
Many years back, when I was about to acquire my first pager, I was told that pagers were the way Doctors are informed about emergencies in US hospitals. In those pre-mobile days of crossed connections, it was indeed something to be impressed of. Today, as I go through some of the hospital sites in the …
When does one stop wanting to “grow up” and start wanting to stop growing further? Having been subjected to stern “grow up” admonitions to my childish banters and youthful exuberance all my life, I am a tad bit confused. I still laugh at my own silly jokes. Take life as it comes. Drink myself silly. …
“All my friends are married with terrible spouses, wailing children and are miserable” my friend Akansha was saying.”I want to be miserable too!” Coming as it did from Akansha, the epitome of a no-nonsense, confident super achiever – a power-woman, if there ever was one, I was taken aback. “What are you talking about? Do …
The images are disturbing. Burning rubber, riot police in full regalia, rampaging mobs – their sticks held high in defiance. That’s Bangladesh, on the east of India. Blaring sirens, helpless rescue operators, heaps of mutilated bodies, the acrid smell of death, the wrench of terror… That’s Pakistan, all’s literally quiet on the western front. And …
My friend Shayantani Sharma – a leading HR consultant and myself were short listing candidates for a high profile Corp Comm. top position and the choice had come down to two. One had an impressive 15 year track record with distinguished positions held in reputed organisations while the other looked like a brash newcomer, whose …
I wasn’t even 5 then, yet as I close my eyes, I can hear the song reverberate, bringing my blood to a boil: “Shono ekti Mujiborer theke, lokkho Mujiborer kontho-shorer dhoni, protidhhoni,Akashe, batashe othe roni : Bangladesh, amar Bangladesh!” (Roughly translated, hear how one Mujibor’s clarion call is being echoed by a million as we …
Remember, how as kids we used to walk to school, but always ran back home? How it was like a room full of pent up energy, bursting out like sprinters off the starting line at the ring of the bell? How eager we used to get out of the confines of the class room and …