Wit Wisdom and Whoop

New job, just joined, a role which required substantial travel, a new born baby at home and I was diagnosed with a seriously ailment.  Worst case I would end up a life long dependent confined to home or maybe lead a partly normal life. The verdict would be known in 6 months and things get better after that. Till then no travel, driving, being alone. Drugged, I was not at my best and my family had to take the decisions. My father called my boss Mr. Arvind Hejmadi to his office for a personal meeting, explained my situation and offered that I would resign with immediate effect if the company was not comfortable with my situation.  Within a heartbeat Mr. Hejmadi asked whether anybody had sought my resignation and whether my situation had been made public. We said no to both. Mr. Hejmadi said the company did not believe in letting down its employees and it could wait 6 months. He asked me to stay quiet but the moment I had got used to the drugs, to start coming to office. The next...

For a minute lets forget the controversy and focus on the advertisement of Tanishq. It leaves you with a warm feeling, love, peace and a life that you wish were real. Unfortunately across the globe since at least 2 decades the public seem to get offended easily, see ghosts where there maybe none and since long an active effort to accept some ghosts while objecting to others. This has only exacerbated the matter leading to the Tanishq imbroglio – not the first and surely not the last. That Tanishq decided to have this ad is their right and sections of the society objecting to it is their right. For anyone to start demanding a ban on a brand or company just because they did not like an ad is just plain stupid from a simple logic. Object, debate but not ban. The moment you reward bad behaviour – whoever it maybe, whoever was first – you justify and normalise it. After that it is a downhill drive all along. This demand is like rewarding bad behaviour. Let’s also recall the outrage agai...

This piece is inspired by a friend I call The Little One. She is little to me but a giant slayer. A co alumnus many years junior I had never heard of her till one day I found her on a alumni group defending and fighting fiercely as she defended me like a mother tigress. That started a lovely friendship and when she told me to share my thoughts on the Hathras incident in a blog I decided I would. I do hope I live up to her expectations. I have always believed that the moment any debate, discussion, opinion mixes politics with an issue, the issue will always remain buried – just the way politicians want it. The following will show my consistent stand on this approach. When those who profess to be fighting for a cause decide their response based on which politics they prefer, the cause will never get addressed but fester like a cancer.  As a child I loved to enjoy the bajra roti the labourers would bring as their lunch much to my mom’s exasperation – not because she had an issue wit...

With the project on which I was working almost over I was in the mood for spring cleaning and stumbled upon one file that had many invoices of past projects with letters from various companies asking for their final payment. Intrigued I checked and found that payments had indeed not been made and these were significant values. The equipment’s seemed to be in regular working use. With newfound confidence, duly verifying that users had no issues with the equipment I sent off all the bills to the head office for releasing payments. Suddenly a gent Mr. Kathawate who I knew as a fellow Kannadiga sent a message that his big boss Mr. Harish Gupta, the GM of a global organisation wanted to meet me. By then I had left on a vacation and missed the message. Finishing my vacation, I headed back to get a message from parents that a Mr. Harish Gupta wanted to meet me. Kathawate again chased me down and set up a meeting with Mr. Harish Gupta, who I had never heard of in my life, nor did I know his ...