There is something about them. The attached glory that they bring. It stays more inside of you than outside. But it stays with you forever and for every minute that you are alive. It stays with you because you know that you were great in delivering to the situation, which was a do or die, completely and perfectly. Because you didn't let yourself die. Because you created something for yourself which will inspire you for your entire lifetime.
We all have made come backs. Some aggressive, some restrained and some well planned. And we know how difficult it is. Imagine, how a comeback for a company will be!
Human resource integration to the maximum and leadership personified. This is what really pulls me towards such cases.
With the cadbury disaster of germs infestation in 2004, the then marketing manager played a superstroke by having none other than Mr. Amitabh Bacchhan endorse the brand and support it on national television by taking a tour of the factory. Cadbury sales were back to normal within a year.
General Motors India marketing and after sales head Mr. Ankush Arora and his team launched a new Chevrolet model just a week after GM filed for bankruptcy in the United States in 2007. This left the media, the public and the competitors shell shocked. It gave the consumers the feeling that Chevrolet, contrary to popular misconception, is going to be around.
McDonalds. What more is to say? In a country where deceitfully being fed beef causes rage, humiliation and sometimes a mutiny, McDonalds pulled off the same sales figures within a 6 month period after being accused of using beef in cooking oil. Cheers to Ronald McDonald.
Some people might think that all this is, is making mistakes and then fooling people. Well , I would say that this is growth. We all goof up. But the player who wins, is the one who can reconcile, reintegrate and reconnect the fastest.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Inconsistency
January 2
February 2
March 9
April 3
May 0
June 2
July 1
August 1
September 1
October 2
November 1
December 1
These are the number of posts I have put up on my blog this year(including this one). And it sums up to be 25. Which makes it around 2 posts a month which is fairly decent. But for those of you who know me, I bet you are already laughing. 9 in March, but 0 in May! Well what can i say? 36% of my blog was written in the month of March. (Financial Year end adjustments?) Ha!
Well and now that I have realised that the average is coming to 2 posts per month, I am slowly wanting to turn that figure to 3. (Calendar Year end adjustments).
So a desperate attempt this December would be to try to at least close in to the 3 figure mark with good, valid, reasonable posts. (Basically no bullshiting).
So the challenge stands. Eleven more posts in eight days. And all of them should make perfect sense.Hmm.
Well this whole excercise really stands for how I do most things in my life. Not very consistent.
Anyway, I have to say, that writing in this part of the year is exciting and easy too. It's Santa time. And yea of course, new year resolutions, parties, calendars(and i am NOT talking about the swimsuit ones) and lots more. So keep reading my blog. A lot is in store this winter. I hope to monetize it some day. (Sindhi blood.Ha!)
PS: A new year resolution found. It's called "Being consistent in 2010".
February 2
March 9
April 3
May 0
June 2
July 1
August 1
September 1
October 2
November 1
December 1
These are the number of posts I have put up on my blog this year(including this one). And it sums up to be 25. Which makes it around 2 posts a month which is fairly decent. But for those of you who know me, I bet you are already laughing. 9 in March, but 0 in May! Well what can i say? 36% of my blog was written in the month of March. (Financial Year end adjustments?) Ha!
Well and now that I have realised that the average is coming to 2 posts per month, I am slowly wanting to turn that figure to 3. (Calendar Year end adjustments).
So a desperate attempt this December would be to try to at least close in to the 3 figure mark with good, valid, reasonable posts. (Basically no bullshiting).
So the challenge stands. Eleven more posts in eight days. And all of them should make perfect sense.Hmm.
Well this whole excercise really stands for how I do most things in my life. Not very consistent.
Anyway, I have to say, that writing in this part of the year is exciting and easy too. It's Santa time. And yea of course, new year resolutions, parties, calendars(and i am NOT talking about the swimsuit ones) and lots more. So keep reading my blog. A lot is in store this winter. I hope to monetize it some day. (Sindhi blood.Ha!)
PS: A new year resolution found. It's called "Being consistent in 2010".
Saturday, November 28, 2009
I don't want
So life goes ahead,
But I dont know what i want,
Sure I dont want,
I know what I want not!
I might as well be blank,
Rather than have tension so,
Rather than have turbulence so,
I might as well be crazy.
Crazy is always good,
Because if there's something,
Which is outside the wood,
Don't want to venture concrete complication.
Simple is good,love is,
Not that I don't have time,
Not that I don't have courage,
But it's just that I know what I want not.
I don't know what's happening,
I don't know why it is so,
I don't want to see reason,
So heal me time,heal me.
But I dont know what i want,
Sure I dont want,
I know what I want not!
I might as well be blank,
Rather than have tension so,
Rather than have turbulence so,
I might as well be crazy.
Crazy is always good,
Because if there's something,
Which is outside the wood,
Don't want to venture concrete complication.
Simple is good,love is,
Not that I don't have time,
Not that I don't have courage,
But it's just that I know what I want not.
I don't know what's happening,
I don't know why it is so,
I don't want to see reason,
So heal me time,heal me.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
A Strange Fever
It is strange. A strange madness. Something which I have never experienced before. It is not music. Because music is everyday, ordinary and regular. It is a sick shiver of the brain. It is a fit that I get when I am brushing my teeth, walking to college, having dinner with company or even talking to somebody.
It is an explosion of sound in my being which is unavoidable. Makes me helpless, doesnt let me concentrate. And there have been quite a few of the "songs" which you might know that were involved in this experience. It becomes hard to explain what they were, so hence I shall mention these sounds as songs.(Because just like music, songs are also regular, ordinary and everyday)
The experience is an experience for a reason. For any writing cannot describe it as well. Which is why they form a different league of my favourites. I'd like to call them the "Sick League". Not because they are sick. But because they make me so. Sick with desperation so that they shall soon fall upon my ears. It is a persistent craving. Changing in form though.
A month back it was this song called "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd. Well sounds/music/songs become more hard to get rid of if appropriate research is done about why these songs were written and what the concept behind the song was when it was performed/written first.
The latest viruses which have caught on to me are "Bohemian Rhapsody", "Riders on the Storm","People are Strange", "Kashmir" and many others. It's a long list. Will be posting the entire list soon. Till then, I am happy with these viruses. I like their monopoly. And I hope they maintain it because there is a dangerous undesirable one on the loose.
Till then,
A musically swayed man.
PS: Shashvat, I really wish there was a time machine. I would do anything to go back to the classic rock times.
It is an explosion of sound in my being which is unavoidable. Makes me helpless, doesnt let me concentrate. And there have been quite a few of the "songs" which you might know that were involved in this experience. It becomes hard to explain what they were, so hence I shall mention these sounds as songs.(Because just like music, songs are also regular, ordinary and everyday)
The experience is an experience for a reason. For any writing cannot describe it as well. Which is why they form a different league of my favourites. I'd like to call them the "Sick League". Not because they are sick. But because they make me so. Sick with desperation so that they shall soon fall upon my ears. It is a persistent craving. Changing in form though.
A month back it was this song called "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd. Well sounds/music/songs become more hard to get rid of if appropriate research is done about why these songs were written and what the concept behind the song was when it was performed/written first.
The latest viruses which have caught on to me are "Bohemian Rhapsody", "Riders on the Storm","People are Strange", "Kashmir" and many others. It's a long list. Will be posting the entire list soon. Till then, I am happy with these viruses. I like their monopoly. And I hope they maintain it because there is a dangerous undesirable one on the loose.
Till then,
A musically swayed man.
PS: Shashvat, I really wish there was a time machine. I would do anything to go back to the classic rock times.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Energy explosion
Sometimes there is nothing to say. So, sometimes, we could hear pictures speak? Try listening.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Twists of My Perception
In my white sea,
There is a place to be,
An island dense and clouded.
My beauty ofcourse, is dumbfounded.
Beneath me lie the greatest depths,
The biggest truths and lies,
I talk a lot,loud or soft
Only an eager listener listens oft.
On my coast, there is a lot to boast,
Vegetation of different criteria,
Uniform they look, all of them most,
Sometimes, speak love or shout hysteria.
The waves of my sea,
Upset or glee,
Are my main functionaries,
So my master rejoices or worries.
To him I belong, his name is Jake,
Good care does he take of me,
Thank God, me, he doesn't plasticize,
Appears no glass to me, to criticize.
And for him I feel bad,
Guilty that my functionaries create,
What he calls happy or sad,
'Cause the rays through my waves always permeate.
The waves of my 'see',
Make Jake, what is he,
That is my only contention,
He's only the "twists of my perception".
There is a place to be,
An island dense and clouded.
My beauty ofcourse, is dumbfounded.
Beneath me lie the greatest depths,
The biggest truths and lies,
I talk a lot,loud or soft
Only an eager listener listens oft.
On my coast, there is a lot to boast,
Vegetation of different criteria,
Uniform they look, all of them most,
Sometimes, speak love or shout hysteria.
The waves of my sea,
Upset or glee,
Are my main functionaries,
So my master rejoices or worries.
To him I belong, his name is Jake,
Good care does he take of me,
Thank God, me, he doesn't plasticize,
Appears no glass to me, to criticize.
And for him I feel bad,
Guilty that my functionaries create,
What he calls happy or sad,
'Cause the rays through my waves always permeate.
The waves of my 'see',
Make Jake, what is he,
That is my only contention,
He's only the "twists of my perception".
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Contribute to your life
One thing we forget to do on a daily basis is to contribute to our very own lives. Yes, we have a profession or a business. We all are busy working everyday. But do we make time for ourselves to do one thing which will make us grow as a person? Please note-growth of knowledge, money and fame is not counted.
I am inspired by Homi Adajania(Director of Being Cyrus). He is a writer, director and a SCUBA DIVER! He has his SCUBA DIVING training camps at Andaman and Nicobar Islands. Well, that calls on for variety and a very interesting life! He is coming up with his second film called Thugi, which is Saif Ali Khan's home production. Well, also have a look at this poem called Sunscreen, now a famous song by Baz Luhrmann, written by Mary Schmich.
Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
I am inspired by Homi Adajania(Director of Being Cyrus). He is a writer, director and a SCUBA DIVER! He has his SCUBA DIVING training camps at Andaman and Nicobar Islands. Well, that calls on for variety and a very interesting life! He is coming up with his second film called Thugi, which is Saif Ali Khan's home production. Well, also have a look at this poem called Sunscreen, now a famous song by Baz Luhrmann, written by Mary Schmich.
Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
And there are just somethings...
And I am back!
It was a long long summer break. Really wanting the monsoons to set in quick. Though, Pune has way better weather than Mumbai.
It is a Happy birthday to my best friend today.May God bless him!
In this while, when I absented myself from the blogarena ,there were some things which become more than what they were meant to be.
1)Movie:Vanilla Sky
What a movie!!
2)Song:Arziyan(Delhi 6)
What a song. Got tears to my eyes.
3)Hobby:Dance
My new heaven!
4)Organization Systems:Sanjay Singhania
5)Song of the season
6)Ad of the season
7)A song which reminds me of an awesome friend
All set for the first day of my last year in graduation college. Lets see where this year of academia takes all of us!! All the best to all! Will bump into you in one of the corridors definitely!
It was a long long summer break. Really wanting the monsoons to set in quick. Though, Pune has way better weather than Mumbai.
It is a Happy birthday to my best friend today.May God bless him!
In this while, when I absented myself from the blogarena ,there were some things which become more than what they were meant to be.
1)Movie:Vanilla Sky
What a movie!!
2)Song:Arziyan(Delhi 6)
What a song. Got tears to my eyes.
3)Hobby:Dance
My new heaven!
4)Organization Systems:Sanjay Singhania
5)Song of the season
6)Ad of the season
7)A song which reminds me of an awesome friend
All set for the first day of my last year in graduation college. Lets see where this year of academia takes all of us!! All the best to all! Will bump into you in one of the corridors definitely!
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