Monday, September 05, 2016
The survival kit
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Tell me your dream
I got down from the taxi near the Bandra band stand once again like I had been doing for the last one week. I started walking up the street past Sahrukh Khans house. I walked for about ten minutes and then turned right to begin the search for Dr.Rehmani.I went to the first high rise apartment complex next to the petrol pump. The security guard did not stop me, I wondered why? May be I don’t look like one to break in the houses or I was looking very old to carry out any nefarious activity. I gave a broad smile to the security guy for his generosity which is very hard to come by now a days. He nodded in response. I crossed the lawn and reached the lobby of the multi storey and looked at the letterboxes. I could not locate the name of Dr.Rehmani, so I trudged back out of the security gate, it was December so the sun at eleven o’clock was not harsh. The length of my shadow has shortened; I looked down at the shadow and thanked it to be still there, I have lost all hopes of regaining my self. So I and my shadow started our search for Dr.Rehmani once again and to no avail.I had to find him, so I continued my search at Bandra for Dr.Rehmani.
The above is the narration of the oldish looking guy sitting in front of me at Copper Chimney where I had gone for lunch. It was chance meeting with Champak Kumar on that day.
It happened like this, after my retirement from BHEL,Bhopal in 2003 i had joined a firm in Kolkata. In 2004 sometime in December I had landed in Bombay in connection with a consultancy work. I was booked at Wankhade stadium guest house by my friend Jamgade.I did not like the ambience of the restaurant there in the stadium so I took a cab and came to Copper Chimney for my lunch. I had ordered my lunch, was smoking and waiting to be served, suddenly I found this handsome old guy in tweed coat and corduroy pant appearing in front of me and asking for match box. He appeared to be a nice and kind guy, surprisingly he appeared young from some angle, his stance was youngish but he looked old, I obliged him. He went back to his place in the corner of the restaurant, my lunch course was served. I hurriedly finished my lunch as my meeting with the client was scheduled for three in the afternoon. After paying my bill I got up and went towards the door, I heard a voice behind me; I turned around and found that old guy was waving at me. I went near his table.
“Do you have some time to spare?” He enquired.
“Sorry, I am in a hurry for a meeting.”
“Do you come often here?”
“No, no I have arrived here today and will be staying in Bombay for the next four days,” I informed him.
“Can we meet here tomorrow; I want some time of yours.”
I had work in the late evening next day, but it was a strange request from a stranger. But this is not the first time when strangers had confronted me and unloaded their worries on me. I don’t know why I am picked up, may be I have a very ordinary common man face which remind them of their some close relatives or friends. Any way I too did not have much work next morning and scented a good story, agreed to meet him at Copper Chimney at one o clock next day.
Next day I got down from the taxi in front of the restaurant and found that old gentleman sitting at a table of four. He was wearing this turtle neck grey sweater and black chinos pant and was looking like an out of work hero. He was about five feet eleven and a slim body. He got up and invited me to the chair opposite to him. I shook hand with him and sat down.
“You are surprised why I chose you? You see you look like one of my cousins whom I adore. I was feeling lonely, so I requested you for this meeting.”
“Oh, that's alright, I too don’t have much to do today. Let us order some drink.”
“The drinks and the lunch are on me, that is my payment to you for your time,” he smilingly told .
We ordered scotch and he started his narration. In between he was continuously receiving calls on his cell phone. He was either asking them to sell or purchase, it was the time when sensex was trying to breech 10,000 marks.I am Champak Kumar; you might have heard my name. His name struck a chord in my memory, was he the hero of the film “Khooni Khanjar’.He acted in one movie in late eighties, it was a super hit but after that no one heard any thing about him. He just kind of vanished, there were rumour that he had hot affair going with the heroin of the film.
“I am not sure, are you the hero Champak Kumar.”
“Thank god you have heard my name; you look to be of a generation before me.” This remark of his surprised me as he looked to be more than sixty and that is more or less of my age.
“What happened to you, why you did not act in any other movie?”
He sipped his scotch and ran his fingers through his hair. I noticed him doing this very frequently. I looked at his hair and wondered whether he was wearing a wig or not but I could see his parting hairline, it was natural hair but dyed.
He philosophically looked at his scotch glass and said,"Let me start from the beginning then you will know my problem."
This is what he told me:
I am a
graduate from Barkatulla University; Bhopal. My original name is Dharmesh
Chandra Agarwal.I used to take part in college plays and because of my good
look I was always chosen to play the role of hero. After my graduation I
decided to try my luck in Bombay so I boarded a train for Bombay. It was just
after Bhopal gas tragedy. We escaped the gas as we were staying near the BHEL
Township. I was in the AC chair car; the passenger next to me was a girl who
was traveling from Delhi to Bombay. Because of good looks the girls
automatically get attracted to me, so this girl was no exception. She looked to
be lonely and I lent my ear to her. I did not give out much about myself. She
had gone to Delhi to attend an art seminar. She was a budding artist from JJ
school of art; she was neither beautiful nor smart. She informed me that she
had no true friend. She looked to be rich and as I had no place to stay in
Bombay so I started flirting with her. During the course of our discussion I
came to know that she was the daughter of a psychiatrist. Her father was having
many film artists among his clientele. I thanked my lucky star for this break.
So I doubled my charm, blasted it to her with full intensity and by the time we
reached Bombay she was eating from my hand, she started begging me to stay with
her family. It seemed her mother had died and she was the only daughter. I did
not say yes readily, I pretended as though I had many friends where i can chose to stay. She took the
bait and started pleading and I agreed, remember I am an actor so these things
come naturally to me.
We got down
at Bombay Central, there was a car waiting for her outside. She took me to her
house at Vila Parle. It was an old fashioned house with tall columns and the
works. Her father was waiting for her at the porch, an old fellow in gown with clipped
moustache, medium height, high powered specs .Oh by
the way the name of the girl was Percy and they were Anglo Indian.Dr.Brown was
a jovial guy and I took immediate liking to him. He did not mind giving me
shelter in his house as long as it pleased her daughter. I was allotted the
guest room in the ground floor. It was a two storied gothic structure; airy .I
would not go to much detail about how the doctor took a shine on me. Mr.Sippy,
the producer is one of his client. He introduced me to him.Mr.Sippy gave me
chance in his film Sholay, it was a bit role as one of the constables with
Asrani.While shooting for the movie, I came in contact with the heroin Anita
and she recommended me for hero role in “Khuni Khanjar”.I found out that Percy
was using me as a hat rack for parking her self esteem, she was not much for
romance or sex,she lived in her own world of art. So there I was a part time
lover to Percy and a full time hero with Anita. There was lot of rumour about
me and Anita, nothing really happened between us. It was one of those pre release hypes they built up through PR.
I was not
happy with the film line, it was plastic world very artificial so I wanted to
quit. I wanted to continue a free life with lots of money. I used to share my
thoughts with Dr.Brown; he was sympathetic to my views.One day he
introduced me to a doctor whom he came to know the previous day in a
conference. The doctor was introduced to me as Dr.R.He was a weird looking guy, like
a character from Harry Porter. He attracted me like a magnet. I started
visiting his hotel room. He was thinking of settling down in Bombay along the
Arabian sea. He was interested in Bandra.I shared my wish of early retirement,
and my dream of spending a leisure life of playing golf and visiting places.
Somehow without my knowledge he started influencing my dreams. I started
dreaming as though I was like Manu Chabaria who has built his empire with
10,000 rupees so I was also capable of doing that.I was having
a few lakhs earned from the film. I slowly started thinking about stocks and
real estate.My thinking process was changing,a new me was emerging who was focussed towards money. I purchased land in Greater Bombay which was yet to develop to the
present magnitude; similarly I invested in tech shares where no one was investing then. Whatever i touched fetched money as though i had Midas touch. I knew that metamorphosis of mine was due to Dr.R so I helped him to
purchase the land which he wanted.
Suddenly one
day while brushing my teeth in the morning I noticed that I was getting
wrinkles around my neck, on closer look found out extra strands of white hair among my black hair. I was very
particular about my good look so I started worrying and the worry caused my physical aging faster. I had not met Dr.R for a year or so but came to know that he has moved out of the
hotel to his newly built house on the land which i helped him to purchase. I visited him, found that he was no longer
looking weird but instead he was looking younger. I requested him to do
something about my aging .He asked me to come next day. Accordingly i went and he asked me to lie down on the reclining couch I was hypnotized by him , when I came back to my senses then I found myself in my flat at Lokhandwala
with all my memory and the location of Dr.R’s house totally wiped out from my
mind.
“How old are
you now?” I asked curiously.
“I am just 45 years old but see I look as if I am seventy years old. He stole my years through my dreams.
”“How”
“During the process of my investment I was getting this dream regularly where there was an old guy in a castle in the clouds. He would ask me to give my youth to him and he would make me rich beyond my imagination. You know I was so possessed that I agreed.”
“You mean to say that Dr.R was that old guy in your dream.”
“Yes, now when I sit back and think then all the pieces start falling in places.”
“What about Dr.Brown,cant he help you to track down the devil.”
“The father and daughter moved to Australia and heard that Doctor died.”
“So now every day I go out to Bandra and search doctors whose surname starts with R.For the last one week it is Rehmani.”
“The appearance of that devil might have changed, how would you recognize him?”
“I can identify him by his gait, eyes, mannerism etc.” he said desperately.
I felt sorry for the old guy, sorry I mean for the young fellow. His youth was stolen by a wicked doctor. I don’t know how this could be possible. I was wondering whether the body in front of me in the form of Champak Kumar was actually Dr.R and Dr.R is using his body which is forty five years old now. It means he switched the souls; it was real scary. May be the guy in front of me made up a story and took my time to narrate that and see my reaction. I was utterly confused. These types of things happen in story books not in real life. Though there are people who claim that we could not explore all the dimensions, like say time dimension. This is to do with time.
“I told you my story because in case you come across some one who can give back my lost years then I would pay handsomely. Why don’t you come with me to my house?” He gave his visiting card to me, I did not give mine.
“Sorry, I can’t as I have some urgent business.”
“Will you come tomorrow?
’“If I am free then I would come, good bye.”
With his permission i took his snap with my mobile phone and left him.I was in no mood to continue my association with him, I was too scared,started getting goose pimples thinking about his talk.I started searching for an internet café, got one after walking a few hundred meters. I got hold of a computer and surfed for Hindi film “Khuni Khanjar “, found some images from that film.Yes,that guy whom I met in Copper Chimney was really Champak Kumar. He should be around 40 but to me he appeared to be older. Was he telling truth? May be due to some illness he was looking old and made up a filmy story.
I was puzzled by that chance meeting with Champak Kumar and his strange story. When i told this story to some of my friends in the club they did not believe it so thought of sharing with you all.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
RIO Olympic 2016..my take
RIO...my take
Mrinal Kar was the 100 meter dash champion in 1960 of IIT,Kharagpur when I joined the institute... Mrinal Kar was resident of Patel Hall where I was alloted accommodation...one day Mrinal spotted an African boy C B Simpson in the hostel...he confronted him in dinning hall and asked him has he ever taken part in Athletics..an emphatic No was the reply...Mrinal Kar who was in prefinal year then encouraged this 2nd year African student Simpson to come to the track...well that was the introduction of an athletic power house to our hostel team..he started winning all 100,200,400 plus long jump not only in inter hostel but also in inter IIT sports meet...those days he used to clock 11. something secs in 100 m...here is this boy never took part in competitive athletics at the age of 19 or so started and dominated IIT sports scene for next 4 years... it's all in the genes of the people of that continent...watching Usin Bolt winning the 7th heat so easily showed the effortless easy way doing a job in World arena ...
It is great that our sportsperson have met the minimum criteria for taking part in RIO Olympic but then competing with those natural sporting persons from all those highly physical country is another matter... those countries keep on producing sportsperson like a factory....as usual China has caught on and streamlined the production house like all other engineering products from that country.....
Our case is story of one off like a Dipa Karmakar here or rich person Abhinav Bindra doing his bit...yes we rightly focussed on archery,rifle shooting,wrestling which has traditional base... let's see if tennis and badminton players can do anything ,till then let us enjoy watching the excellence in sports after all those people winning gold are the best unlike say in India where people manipulate the system..good that Goel fellow has been recalled back,enough of Tom foolery ...
Thursday, August 04, 2016
Blue Gold
Monday, August 01, 2016
Cows don't vote but Dalits do
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Sometimes one wonders whether BJP does not know this truth about vote bank but then one starts pondering whether there is some other game plan hatched by intelligentia. Let us firs admit Congress and Left has more intellectuals who can create khurafati in their stable than NDA and then look through the prism of dalit.
NDA came to power riding on the vote share of Dalit and other backward classes and certainly not the upper caste. The upper castes consider themselves as intellectual and secular so their vote share is fragmented. Looking at this some backroom boys of so called secular parties hatched this plan.
This Dalit thing started with Rohit Vermulla suicide and as the UP election is fast approaching so it is getting drummed up by ever obliging liberal press and channels. There is most urgent issue of floods in Assam,Bihar and Odisha but there is hardly any ground zero report. For the last 2 days i was surfing channels to get some real time feed on floods . All the channels were busy analysing either the issue of stone pelting in Srinagar and the ban imposed by small boys on the girls riding scooter in Kashmir or some cow related mob justice. Today i read in the paper that the new kid in the block Kanahiya is planning to launch all India movement on Rohit Vermulla so once again TV camera, discussion Azadi protest in Hyderabad,JNU,Jadavpur highlighting Dalit suppression etc will start.The well planned script is already written and if BJP is smart then they have to control the loose cannons in UP mainly as it does not matter much in rest of the state as of now. Hope Prashan Kishore is not scripting it, the other day Rahul found sitting wioth a grieved dalit woman in Gujrat but later on it came out that the woman was plant by the local congressmen and was not the real victims mother, so this game of inciting and advertising will go on till UP election.
Disclaimer; I am nether a cow rakhshakh or bhakhsakh.....i am just one of those who wears a different glass than what is offered by so called pseudo intellectuals. I am for free thinking , clean administration and livable neighbourhood.
This take is kind of take it or leave it.
Monday, July 25, 2016
Dancing with Bauls
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Pacific Ocean,Gold Coast on 10th July 2016
Thursday, July 07, 2016
Punctuality vs Service
Punctuality versus service
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How many times have you miss a bus ,train or plane by a whisker. Whom did you blame or cursed ? Yourself or the service provider? Yes more the services become punctual we have more disgruntled people. Imagine an office goer with his briefcase boards the bus on time but the mother with 2 children can't reach it on time, even if she reaches on time the suburban trains with automatic door closing will close as per the set duration.
So we have a satisfied office goer but also we have a harassed mother with 2 children might be rushing for an appointment with doctor. Lucky that some modern offices have started flexi timing,in some countries there are buses every 5 minutes to tackle such issues.
The time for our daily chores is an approximation and not on the dot time like countdown of a rocket in NASA, it is not that sacrosanct. But the pressure to be punctual remains and which affects health.
I remember once me and my wife were returning in the night at about 10.20 or so after attending a function in Dhakuria,Calcutta. We were returning to our place of stay in Ballygaunj Station Road and local train from Dhakuria was the convenient mode of transport. The last train from Dhakuria station was at 10.30 pm,we reached the station and headed for ticket window,the train had arrived and it stops for 20 secs. By the time we headed to catch the train it blew horn and started. The guard's compartment,the last bogey passed us. The guard looked at us helplessly standing ,he gestured at us showing the direction of the train moving, I nodded "Yes". To our surprise the train stopped for us at a distance and a few compartments were still reachable on the platform. We rushed and boarded the train,while running I mouthed "a thank you" to him.
I am sure with a minute or two delay the train made up it's time leaving a satisfied customer like us.
I am not sure whether with all those automation and stress on punctuality I can have a repeat experience.
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
International Yoga day and my birthday
International Yoga day and my birthday😁
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My friends must be wandering what's my birthday has to do with Yoga day ! It is like this when we were discussing about Yoga you know with whom then I informed him I am on Yoga since 1985 when in BHEL I went through this general management course of one month in hotel Qutub where we were trained in Yoga by a Tibetan Yoga guru. Since then I am doing Yoga every morning. Then he looked around his sevaks did not find anyone matching my Yoga experience. He asked when is my birthday." 21st June" I said. "OK,then on that day we will have International Yoga day. Will discuss with Barak about it."
Thus the Yoga day started and I deleted my birthday from FB,but some of my friends still remember that day and a big thanks to them. Well baba Ramdev was yet to start his Yoga back then in 1985.
There is one disclaimer about Yoga,it does not control your tummy.....the natural sag because with old age all those muscles holding it up can't match the gravity pull so the bulge...I have battled with this bulge but lost..again thanks to Him for celebrating my B'day as International Yoga day...keep smiling..here I am doing Yoga under the watch full eyes of Akira, she taught me stretching..😁😁😁
Monday, May 30, 2016
A page from Mahabharat
Monday, May 23, 2016
Seagull
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The verdant sea beach of Pacific Ocean at Gold Coast |
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Seagulls on the beach at Surfers Paradise, Gold Coast,Australia |
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Me with Raja and Bonny at Gangavaram sea beach, the captive sea beach of Vizag steel plant |
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Bonny with Madhuri in Gangavarm Sea beach temple |
The whole atmosphere was serene and tranquil. From a distance it would appear as though I was talking with the sea. Yes, I was communicating with the sea, I wanted the time to freeze so that I could go on reminiscing about the past. The sea was communicating back to me that it was not possible as the time could not wait and reminded me that I had much work to do before I could think of freezing myself to no work mode. It said, " look at those seagulls, they are relentlessly hunting for fish, look at me I have no time for rest, I have to go on creating waves." Those words of sea jerked me back to the present, I quickly got up and gathered my clothes and shouted to others that it was time to go back home, the sun was about to set.
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Shuddy with us in Surfers Paradise, Gold Coast |
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Shuddy and Bonny |
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Poonam |
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Me biking on sea beach at Surfers Paradise, Gold Coast |
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Some stories convey a lot
Some stories
convey a lot
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Possessive
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A mother and her daughter were walking by the sea on the verdant beach. The daughter was soon to
be married. The mother was explaining the daughter about ups and downs of life,
how she kept the family together by compromising and judiciously taking
decisions. The daughter listened to her mother’s wise words.
The mother
bent down and grabbed some sand. She said, “Look at my hand.” She held the sand
in her open palm; the sand slowly blew away by the gust of wind. She said, “Relationship
is like this sand, the moment it is taken for granted then like the sand it
just flies off.”
Again she
picked up some sand and tried holding the sand in a tight fist. All the sands
started falling through the gap between the fingers. She said,” In a
relationship more you try to possess more you lose like this sand slipping out
of my fist as I make my fist tighter.”
The daughter
said, “Yes mother I understand now. It has to balance between freedom and
control, like this.” She bent down and picked up sand, she held the sand by
making a loose fist to protect it from flying way and not too tight to force
the sand slip out of hand.
Samaranandji
was telling the story to his disciple as some of them told him how in the
modern age relationships are falling apart. He is a modern Guru who conveys his
sermons through parables like usually done by management gurus. He has stock of
stories for all occasions.
Through the
above story he explained how over possessiveness causes problem in work place
too.
He said
In a work
place you will come across people who don’t want to part with their knowledge
which they acquired during their service period to new entrants. They seldom
share but are quick to blame the subordinates and as a result of this the organization
does not move further. The younger employees feel isolated and inadequate, they
start looking for opportunity to get out of such suffocating work atmosphere.
The
possessiveness of ideas is another big spoiler while trying to crack a problem
as a team. There will be someone who would be fixed with his idea of solution
and will keep on trying his possessed knowledge without heeding to the advice
of others. If that individual happened to be a boss then you really had it. A transparent
friendly colleague with a lesser knowledge gets a work executed smoothly
without any hiccups.
Monday, May 09, 2016
The last deal
He writhes with pain and looks up at Yamraj but to his surprise he finds Ramu his servant in place of Yamraj. He is lying on the bed and Ramu his servant is trying to pull his hand out of the lota.
Sunday, May 01, 2016
I am still learning
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I read
somewhere if an operating manual for human being is to be made then how many
volumes would it be. We operate without any operating manual; we just pick up
some wisdom on the go and tend to use those. Like they say if one is habituated
in hammer then he sees every problem as nail jutting out and hammers it down,
kind of same solution for all problems.
That is too
simplistic, one solution for all problems !
While
growing up we watch our parents operating and from there learning starts. I
have watched my mother silently helping people without expecting any return…following
the principle of “Karmanye vadhikaraste Ma Phaleshu Kadachana,”( You have the right to work only but
never to its fruits)..tried to emulate her principles in life but I don’t know
how far I could do that.
My father
would often say in Hindi “ Na bahni na bhayeeya,subse bada rupayeeya ( most
important is money and not brothers and sisters)….I used this operating principle
as a caution against the bad influence of money or tried to make money as
secondary goal, I always believed knowledge is power.
When we were
passing out from IIT, Kharagpur we were cautioned by our professor of controls
Mr.Gopalratnam about our approach to job. He said,” Now you all will be looking
for job and many of you will not get the job what you want. Remember it is something
like you may not marry the girl you love but you got to love the girl you marry.
So whatever job you get you must do your best to do that job. Best of luck.”
That little
bit of gyan helped me in adapting to all kind of situations and I am sure most
of you out there must be doing the same.
While allotting
work to my subordinates the word of our GM Mr.R N Bhatnagar in IOC,Barauni
always rings in my ear. He said ,”If you find a man not suitable for his job
then it is your duty to find a job for which he is suitable.”
That was the
most important advice I ever got on job. Often we blame a worker not able to carry
out a given task but have we ever tried to find out his strength area. This way
we have forced many people to become useless.
My very first management book which i read was The Peters Principle.The Peter Principle is based on the notion that employees will get promoted as long as they are competent, but at some point will fail to get promoted beyond a certain job because it has become too challenging for them. Employees rise to their level of incompetence and stay there. Over time, every position in the hierarchy will be filled by someone who is not competent enough to carry out his or her new duties. . The classic example is that when an expert is
promoted as overall in charge then he may fail in taking work from a team, whereas individually he was excellent in his work. This book and One Minute manger
series by Kenneth Blanchard and Spencer Johnson have been very useful in understanding
the inter-layer of people management. I must admit I was introduced to The One
Minute Management series by my colleague Jagannathan in Vizag.
The next
book which influenced me most was “The seven habits of highly effective people”
by Stephen Covey. This book grabs you by ball from the preface itself. I had
gone to Hubara site in Oman where BHEL was carrying out a project for PDO. One
of the British consultants of the customer was having some personal problem
with his girlfriend back home. He started discussing that in the bar of the
guest house in the oasis. He was seeking my advice, I gave him the book “7
habits…” and said, “ I think you will find answer to your problem in this book.”
Next evening
he came excitedly to me with the book and said,” Mr.Roy I found the answer in
the first chapter itself.”
I left the
book with him and advised him after finishing the book he can handover that to my
site people. After a few years Shankaranaryan one of the engineers working there informed
me practically all of them have read the book. I felt satisfied and realized the
far reaching power of a book.
Slowly Samaranandji
started taking shape , postulation by my alter ego started coming as management
principle.
Samaranandji
would often say employees operate on two principles namely WIIFM and SYA.
WIIIFM;
expanded as ‘What is in it for me’ ….if boss is shrewd then he will see through
the game and will use proper administrative medicine to take work out of such
person. Here the employee sees there is gain for him then only he acts. Sadly
that is the story with most of the people because we don’t try to establish
systems with date lines.
SYA;
expanded a “Save your ass”…..these employees will not act. They feel if by
chance they commit any mistake then they would be hauled up. So they are busy
in passing on the buck.They avoid taking decision.
A good
manager has to observe and classify his subordinates’ and then work out
strategy to take work out of them.
Samaranandji’s
most important lesson has been “Yes also suits me No also suits me.” This
principle is based on magnetic lines of forces. I become iron filing and my
boss or subordinate becomes magnet. If he takes the position of “Broad side on”
then as iron filing I align accordingly. If he takes “End on” position then I realign
myself accordingly. It simply means I am ready with multi option and will use
those as per your position of “Yes” or “No”. Here i give the first choice to my counterpart who can be anyone...
You don't have to paint a man black but instead paint the background white....this means do a better job than other person instead back biting...
I was influenced by the books of Peter Drucker, the original management Guru, Tom Peters who wrote in Search of Excellence, Zig Ziggler the motivational writer from whose book many contents have been lifted by Shiv Khera...
Everyday is a learning day.....even after my retirement i am learning....i liked what our MD ,P P Gupta( owner of Techno Electric Engg Co, MBA from IIM,Ahmedabad) often says about engineers and managers.."woh language level mein hi reh jatey"....means people seldom go to the depth but do surface scratching, something like reading out the headlines without understanding the full detail, i guess this is the general malady which makes us more subjective than objective...
While playing golf i realized the importance of own limits and then trying to maximise the gain within those limits...3 Cs of the game..Concentrate,Control and Confidence....i started playing Golf at the age of 62 so the age is no bar to start.....
In my part i tried to capture my experience in management by writing 2 Hindi books...'Management ke saral nuskhe" and "Management ke sabak"...the title of my English books "Take it or leave it" and "Wide Angle".....well this article is also take it or leave it type for the readers...
You may agree or disagree the choice is yours ...as i wrote earlier both suits me "Yes" or "No"...after all it is a binary world...
You don't have to paint a man black but instead paint the background white....this means do a better job than other person instead back biting...
I was influenced by the books of Peter Drucker, the original management Guru, Tom Peters who wrote in Search of Excellence, Zig Ziggler the motivational writer from whose book many contents have been lifted by Shiv Khera...
Everyday is a learning day.....even after my retirement i am learning....i liked what our MD ,P P Gupta( owner of Techno Electric Engg Co, MBA from IIM,Ahmedabad) often says about engineers and managers.."woh language level mein hi reh jatey"....means people seldom go to the depth but do surface scratching, something like reading out the headlines without understanding the full detail, i guess this is the general malady which makes us more subjective than objective...
While playing golf i realized the importance of own limits and then trying to maximise the gain within those limits...3 Cs of the game..Concentrate,Control and Confidence....i started playing Golf at the age of 62 so the age is no bar to start.....
In my part i tried to capture my experience in management by writing 2 Hindi books...'Management ke saral nuskhe" and "Management ke sabak"...the title of my English books "Take it or leave it" and "Wide Angle".....well this article is also take it or leave it type for the readers...
You may agree or disagree the choice is yours ...as i wrote earlier both suits me "Yes" or "No"...after all it is a binary world...