OLD TALES ..NEW MANAGEMENT LESSONS… 1. The Thirsty Crow- We have all read this story in our school days. The gist of the story was this: A crow manages to drink water from a narrow necked pitcher by stuffing it with stones and raising the water level. Simple.Management Lesson – YOU HAVE TO FIND YOUR OWN SOLUTIONS TO YOUR PROBLEMS.Easy? Try it and see.
2.THE FOOLISH LION AND THE CLEVER RABBIT Once a lion said to all the animals in the forest that if one of them will come to him as his meal for the day, he would not kill anyone else among them.All the animals agreed to this.One day, it was a rabbit’s turn and it took quite long reaching the lion. The lion asked it the reason for being late. It acted wisely and said, “Sir! I was stopped by another lion, who was claiming to be the king of the jungle and he wants to meet you.”“So do I”, said the furious lion.The rabbit took the lion to a well and showed him his reflection in the water of the well. The lion jumped into the well to catch his opponent and drowned.How intelligently, the rabbit got rid of the wild beast. Moral: Intelligence wins over might. MANAGEMENT LESSON:IF YOU ARE THE BOSS WATCH OUT -IS YOR RABBIT LEADING YOU DOWN A SUICIDAL PATH ? BE CAREFUL !
A Hymn from Shri Guru Granth Sahib (SGGS)
I had the good fortune of listening to a very meaningful hymn sung by professional singers in the nearby Gurudwara a few days ago. It is from page 44 of SGGS. It is generally sung on occasions of celebrations of happy events in the family or society. The Hymn is commonly begun with line number 6 which is used as the theme of the hymn to celebrate the occasion. Thereafter, other lines of the hymn are sung and line number 6 is repeated a number of times.
I most humbly share with you the hymn. Each line is transcribed first into English from the original in Gurmukhi language for ease of understanding. Below it, is the meaning of the line expressed as simply as possible and as near in meaning to the original. I hope you will appreciate the central idea and the theme of this beautiful hymn. God Bless Us All with His Divine Grace.
1. Sabhey thok praptey jey aavey ikk hathth. – All things are received if the One* is obtained.(*His Holy Name)
2. Janam padarath safal hai jey sacha shabad kathth.- The precious gift of this human life becomes fruitful when one chants the True Word of the Shabad** (**Guru’s Words)
3. Gur tey mehal praptey jiss likhiya hovey mathth.- One who has such destiny written on his forehead, only he enters the mansion of the Lord, And in His presence, through the Guru.
4 .Merey mann ek sio chitt laaey.- O my mind, focus your consciousness on the One.
5. Ekas bin sabh dhandh hai,sabh mithiya moh maaey.- Without the One, all entanglements are worthless; emotional attachment to Maya is totally false.
6.Lakh khushiyaan paatshahiyaan, jey satgur nadar karey.- Hundreds of thousands of princely pleasures are enjoyed, if the True Guru bestows His Glance of Grace.
7.Nimakh ek harr naam dey,mera mann tann seetal hoey.- If He bestows the Name of the Lord on me, even for a moment, my mind and body are cooled and soothed.
8. Jis ko poorab likhiya tinn satgur charan gahey.-Those who have such pre-ordained destiny hold tight to the Feet of the True Guru.
9. Safal moorat saflaa ghadi, jitt sachhey naal piaar.-Fruitful is that moment, and fruitful is that time, when one is in love with the True Lord.
10. Dukh santaap naa lagai jiss harr ka naam aadhaar.- Sufferings and sorrow do not touch those who have the Support of the Name of the Lord.
11. Baahn pakad gur kadhiya soyee utriiyaa paar.- Grasping them by the arm, the Guru lifts them up and out, and carries them across to the other side.
12. Thaan suhaava pavit hai jiththey santt sabhaa.-Embellished and immaculate is that place where the Saints gather together.
13. Dhoyee tiss hi no milley jinn poora guru labhaa.-He alone finds shelter, who has met the Perfect Guru.
14. Nanak badhdha gharr taahan jithey mirat naa janam jarra.-Nanak builds his house upon that site where there is no death, no birth, and no old age.
To listen to this hymn sung by professional singers, go to the following YOUTUBE LINK:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAVFAll7XPo
Zoozoos Are Smiling…
I love Vodafone’s animated characters called Zoozoos. In fact there is a fans’ club who love zoozoos and at present there are around 28 lac fans of zoozoos. Zoozoos are white creatures with ballooned bodies and egg heads who are used to promote various value added services of Vodafone. Although these characters look animated, they are actually humans in Zoozoo costumes.Vodafone has been in the news since long,about a case filed by the Taxman for recovery of Rs.11000 crores.Today’s newspapers are full of the final decision of the concerned court. Here is a brief idea of the decision :
Justice KS Radhakrishnan summed it up well when, while delivering a separate but concurring judgment on the taxman’s Rs11,000 crore demand on Vodafone, he said that imposing capital gains taxes on Vodafone’s $11.1bn purchase of Hutch’s stake in its Indian telecom operations was tantamount to imposing capital punishment on capital investment in the country—indeed, if taxes had to be paid, they should have been paid by Hutch, not Vodafone. Here is my take on this news:
Justice K S Radhakrishnan’s decision in Vodafone’s case pertaining to the Taxman’s Rs.11,000 crore demand by way of capital gains tax on purchase of Hutch’s stake, is a historic judgement and will pave the way for more consolidation in the telecom sector. Vodafone must be surely happy with this ” justice delayed but not denied” chapter and brought cheers to millions of its Zoozoo fans.
Here is my short doggerel on the topic:
Taxman had come knocking
On Vodafone’s telecom door
You better pay or go away
If you can’t pay 11000 crore …
Justice Radhakrishnan said:
“Nothing doing, there isn’t any case”
His decision is a historic one:
- And the Zoozoos are smiling again!!
KEEP SMILING !
CRICKET’S DAY OF RECKONING!!
Statutory Warning: I am not the poet of this poem.
I liked this delightful poem on the present state of affairs of our cricket stars (?).
It is a copy paste job from a FB friend’s page by permission. Read and smile:
Cricket’s Agnee-phut!
The Nawab of Najafgarh, Virender
Wearing a halo, went to Down Under.
He will, we thought, pulverise the Aussies
... And make mincemeat of the Husseys
But alas Virender, what an abject surrender!
Gautie, the Team’s new ‘groom,
Will surely push the Aussies to their doom
But poor Gautam is no more the same,
Gambhir…..’tis only in his name.
The guy’s still dreaming of his bedroom!
Here,, he walks in, Dravid, the Wall,
Amidst ruins, he stands quite tall!
Grim faced, determined, he faces the Aussie,
But, Jammy, it’s a different cuppa tea!
The Wall crumbles, heralding his fall.
There comes Sachin, with a heart so large,
The Masterblaster, cool, collected, fully in charge.
Its gotta be today, the crowd roared!
With bated breath we waited, hopes soared,
But the Hundredth 100? Sachin’s still chasing the mirage!
Old man Laxman, he’s plodding along,
And ambles for a run, as if it’s a Walkathon!
Team India expected a miracle,
But VVS landed us in a debacle
He’s still surviving on his 2-8-1.
Dashing, debonair, young Virat Kohli,
Team India’s future performing flea!
Expected fireworks with his batting,
But Virat went shopping and go-karting!
Psst! he’s three bags full of Fair & Lovely!
Mahi! Mahi!, our Desi fans gasped!
Like Hanuman, he strode, propeller a-clasped!
How sad, Siddle, Hilfie and Patt stole the thunder,
Helicopter crashed, its wreckages, asunder!
The Dhoni balloon burst, yet another chance lapsed!
Zak, Ishant, Umesh and Ashwin,
Our pace men and one with a spin,
Poor guys, they bowled their hearts out,
But the Aussies stood their crease, firm an’ stout,
The quartet not good enough to Win.
The AGNEEPATH series, still on, but
The fire has long been put out.
Our Wizards of the Willow reduced to Ash,
What remains is the final whitewash.
AGNEEPATH?...Sorry Pal, its AGNEE….PHUT!...PHUT
HAPPY MAKKAR SANKRANTI…
I fondly recall my years spent inGujarat(Bulsar and Baroda- 1954 to 1986 I recall) where today is/ was celebrated as a “Kite Flying Day” all over. People used to climb on roof tops. They used to shout at the top of their voices when someone’s kite got cut. Some people used to create a noise by banging a rolling pin (“belan”) against a steel or brass plate (“thaali”) when they successfully cut a neighbour’s kite. “Pench Ladana” was a term used to show a competition between two or more kite flyers, who would dodge each other cleverly by manipulating the string and trying to have an advantage to pull down another’s kite. It was a real feat and one felt a sense of pride to keep one’s kite up in the air safe from the others’ kites. The sky is full of coloured kites of all shapes and sizes and designs on this day. It is a memorable picture etched in my memory for ever ! Selecting good kites from a kite vendor’s shop is another art.I will not reveal that secret here. Yes, preparing days ahead of Sankaranti by going for hand made “manja” (string covered with powdered glass) at home is another exciting part. Pounding pieces of broken glass into powder an iron mortar and pestle, straining the powder, mixing it with rice paste, applying 2-3 coats on the reel of thread (popular brands :”Sankal 8” or “Sankal 12” then. Sankal means a chain which was the logo of the thread manufacturers.8 or 12 were the links pictured in the chain.).Coating was done by using two electricity poles near by or behind the house. One fellow goes around the poles carrying the reel (first moistened with water) of “kachha” thread and the other person using his fists full of glass and rice paste, coating the length of string a number of times and then waiting for the string to dry before it was wound on a special wooden reel with two handles on either side (called Charkhi or Phirkee).Kite Flying itself is an art and it needs lot of practise and experience to keep a kite up in the air and protect it from getting cut by other kite flyers. Catching kites which have got cut and which come floating in the air above your roof tops was another enjoyable feat. We used to keep a long bamboo pole with thorny bushes tied on the top at one end (Called a “Jhanda”, handy to entangle the thread dangling from the kite and then bringing it down. Tying the “Kanna” or “Kanni” to the kite was also an art. Properly tied kanna or kanni would ensure a balanced kite up in the air. It is a piece of string tied to the brand new kite by making holes at two distinct places on it and then tying a piece of double string across the holes and finally making a loop at the top where the end of the thread from the charkhi is tied to make it ready to fly in the air. Judging the direction of the wind on that day is another art. We used to pick up a fist full of ash or dry mud and throw it in the air. The direction in which the dust “flew” was the direction of the wind blowing and one has to stand in such a position that the kite is in that direction while your back is opposite to the direction. You may be wondering whether I am writing a thesis on kite flying or what ! Yes I had learnt the fine art from a few seniors who taught me the tricks in exchange for my help to them in preparing manja, pounding glass and making the rice paste-you know doing the dirty work and all. It was sheer fun. No pain, no gain! Oh, the joys of childhood!!
Here in Delhi, that euphoria and madness of Makkar Sankranti kite flying is sadly missing. Some kites are seen flying on 26th January or on 15th August. That is all. It is not a festival like the one inGujarat. Those of you who want to really enjoy this day by eating “til naa laadoos” and shouting from the roof tops, must make it a point to be there today in some big city ofGujaratto really enjoy the fun and frolic and the joi de vivre! “Woh kaata……” the sounds of victory, yelled from roof tops,still linger in my ears.
King of good times on bad times…
VIJAY MALLYA of Kingfisher Airlines has been in the news since last 6 months or so,for the right or wrong reasons.I have been following the developments very closely and I have a soft corner for this Richard Branson of India…Here is a link to a new item in the Financial Express of 7th Jan 2012 :
http://www.financialexpress.com/news/fe-editorial-fixing-kingfisher/896738/0
Posted: Monday, Jan 09, 2012
Of Blondes and Brunettes
For the dummies, a blond or blonde is a hair colour characterized by fair-hair which indicates low levels of a dark pigment called eumelanin. The resultant visible hue depends on various factors, but always has some sort of yellowish colour. The colour can be from the very pale blond to reddish “strawberry” or golden-brownish (“sandy”).Generally the term is used for girls with golden hued hair.
Further, girls with brown hair are often referred to as brunettes, the feminine form of the diminutive form brunet from the word brun (brown/brown-haired).
During my college days, I recall having enjoyed a movie titled “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” ( It was a 1953 film adaptation of the 1949 stage musical, released by 20th Century Fox, directed by Howard Hawks and starring Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell, with Charles Coburn, Elliott Reid, Tommy Noonan, Taylor Holmes, and Norma Varden in supporting roles.).This comedy film, was both a critical and commercial success at the time of its release.
You can read about the story and the movie plot by going to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gentlemen_Prefer_Blondes_(film)
The blonde stereotype, the stereotypical perception of blond-haired women, has two aspects. On one hand, over the history, blonde hair in women has been considered attractive and desirable. On the other hand, a blonde woman is often perceived as making little use of intelligence, as a “woman who relied on her looks rather than on intelligence.” It can be used as a popular culture derogatory stereotype to use hair colour as an indication of intelligence. This stereotype is utilized in blonde jokes. Blonde hair is also a physical trait often associated with “bimbos,” attractive women perceived as unintelligent or uneducated. In short, blondes are considered beautiful but stupid or dumb creatures and traditionally, they have been the butt of many jokes. Blonde jokes nearly always take the format of the blonde placing herself in an unusual situation, performing a silly act because she misconstrued the meaning of how an activity is supposed to play out, or making a comment that serves to highlight her supposed lack of intelligence, lack of common sense, or cluelessness, or promiscuity.
Sample a few such jokes:
1. Q: What did the blond do when she missed the 66 Bus? A: She took the 33 bus twice instead.
2. Q: How do you make a blonde’s eyes Twinkle? A: You shine a torch light in her ear.
3. Q: How does a stereotypical blonde spell Farm? A: E-I-E-I-O.
4. Q: How do you measure their intelligence? A: Stick a tire pressure gauge in their ear.
5. To amuse a Blonde for hours, give her a sheet of paper with ‘Please turn over’ scribbled on both sides.
6. Q: Why do blondes love lightning? A: They reckon somebody is taking their photo.
Now why this sudden interest in blondes and brunettes, you may ask. Well today, the media was full of a news report about a recent research. Here is the delicious news item:
Men find brunettes more attractive but prefer chatting with blondes.
London, Jan 2 (ANI): A study led by an Indian-origin researcher has found that while men are more likely to chat up with blondes on a night out, they actually find brunettes more attractive. University of Westminster researchers sent a woman to three London nightclubs with her hair dyed brunette, blonde and then red, and watched how many men approached her. They then returned to the clubs and asked 130 men to rate pictures of her in the three guises. She was chatted up the most as a blonde. But she was rated most highly for attractiveness and intelligence when brunette. Viren Swami said that his results may reflect a shift in fashion, with brunettes now being idealised in the way that blondes were several decades ago. “In the Sixties and early Seventies, when Jackie Kennedy was the ideal, brunette hair became the ideal for women generally. Then, in the Seventies and Eighties, blondes became the ideal,” the Daily mail quoted Swami as saying. “But more recently, there has been a backlash against blondes and the dumb blonde idea has become dominant,” he said. As a blonde, the woman was chatted up 60 times in total. This compared with 42 approaches as a brunette and 18 as a red-head. “One possible explanation is that men were more likely to assume sexual intent on the part of our confederate when she was blonde,” he said. “Perceptions of the blonde confederate as being more needy may have reduced men’s fear or rejection or fear or an aggressive response, which increased their likelihood of approaching her as a blonde,” he added. It is also possible that men link blonde hair with youth and vitality, and so the ability to bear children. The study has been published in the Scandinavian Journal of Psychology. (ANI)
I wonder, whether these researchers have no other worthwhile subject matters to research about! Any way, it was a small dose of humour to lighten up my day. I may not be a gentleman, but still I prefer a blonde, for she amuses me a lot with her lack of so called common sense! Long live blondes!!
Let humour reign in 2012
As the new year dawns,I am posting a few thoughts on humour:
The Case Of The Unlucky Locker…
I was tickled pink by this cute Editorial in this morning’s Hindustan Times. Read on ….. The very hurt locker- Hindustan Times, December 27, 2011
If you have been banking on banks to keep your valued possessions safe, you might want to think again. As has been reported, a certain liquid detergent producer-seller from Raipur, Chhattisgarh had decided to stash away Rs 1.5 lakh in a bank locker there, only to find four months later that the cash had been devoured by termites. The bank, for its part, has refused to recompense the affected person for the losses suffered, trying to shift the blame on to the old newspapers that were used to wrap the wads of currency notes.
This might very well set a precedent for pests and pestilence of other kinds to affect what we hold dear. We might as well get into the habit of keeping a close watch on the skies, lest we are invaded by a Biblical swarm of locusts that apart from destroying crops, also make off with all the latest digital devices that we hold closer to our chest than any other. Having learnt a lesson from the Raipur incident and not willing to be caught in a similar bind where we lose our hard-earned (or sometimes pilfered) savings, we would also be well-advised to not ignore the danger posed by those that are puny but lethal, lest a particularly nasty spider weaves a web powerful enough to gather and hike off with the family silver we had so cherished having.
And since we will have to assume responsibility as the sole custodian of our fortunes, banks and similar institutions can merrily shut shop. Tried and tested ways of keeping valuables secure — secret chests, those pots buried in the backyard or even the old sock that can stash away the jewellery that we have — might all be back in business. Getting used to sleeping on a mattress stuffed with valuables is a handy skill that will ensure that you do not lose sleep worrying about the dietary habits of termites. And if banks can absolve themselves of the responsibility associated with perforated and damaged notes, there is no reason to mistrust small kids when they next say that the dog ate their homework.
Lead,Kindly Light
I LOVE THIS HYMN. Lead, Kindly Light, is a hymn with words written in 1833 by John Henry Newman as a poem titled “the Pillar of Cloud”. In some hymnals, one may find a fourth verse added by Edward H. Bickersteth, Jr. As a young priest, John Newman became sick while in Italy and was unable to travel for almost three weeks. In his own words:”Before starting from my inn, I sat down on my bed and began to sob bitterly. My servant, who had acted as my nurse, asked what ailed me. I could only answer, “I have a work to do in England.” I was aching to get home, yet for want of a vessel I was kept at Palermo for three weeks. I began to visit the churches, and they calmed my impatience, though I did not attend any services. At last I got off in an orange boat, bound for Marseilles. We were becalmed for whole week in the Straits of Bonifacio, and it was there that I wrote the lines, Lead, Kindly Light, which have since become so well known”.
The largest mining disaster in Britain was at West Stanley Colliery, known locally as “The Burns Pit” , when 168 men and boys lost their lives as the result of two underground explosions at 3.45pm on Tuesday 16.February 1909. In the Towneley Seam 63 lay dead, in the Tilley Seam 18 lay dead, in the Busty Seam 33 lay dead and in the Brockwell Seam 48 lay dead. But incredibly, there were still men alive underground. A group of 34 men and boys in the Tilley Seam had found a pocket of clean air. They were led by Deputy Mark Henderson. Sadly a few of them panicked and left the group, they died instantly of the poison gas. The remainder sat in almost total darkness, when one of them began humming the Hymn “Lead Kindly Light”. In no time at all. the rest of the miners joined in with the words, “Lead kindly light amidst the encircling gloom, lead thou me on, The night is dark, and I am far away from home”. Before the hymn ended, young Jimmy Gardner died of injuries. These 26 men were rescued after 14 hours, four others were later rescued.
Lead, Kindly Light was sung by a soloist on the RMS Titanic during a hymn-singing gathering led by Rev. Ernest C. Carter, shortly before the ocean liner struck an iceberg on April 14, 1912.
Verses
Lead, Kindly Light
“Lead, Kindly Light, amidst th’encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home,
Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years!
So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on.
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile,
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!
Meantime, along the narrow rugged path,
Thyself hast trod,
Lead, Saviour, lead me home in childlike faith,
Home to my God.
To rest forever after earthly strife
In the calm light of everlasting life.”
-John Henry Newman (21 February 1801 – 11 August 1890)
This hymn also happens to be a favourite with Mahatma Gandhi eventhough he was a Hindu. May be because the song addresses God simply as “Light”. It’s like Christians liking George Harrison’s “My sweet Lord”, not knowing which “Lord” he sang to!
Wishing You All,A Merry Christmas ! Listen to this hymn by going to the following link:



Kind words