I had received this communication from the HR department, asking
for a self nomination to a workshop titled Work Life Balance.
sessions to me have been those out of turn days, when you are paid to be on a
leave and very importantly no phone calls. At the end of the session, it was
all about wielding the most powerful weapon while filling up the Feedback form.
Trainer would have by them undetaken many tedious tactics, throughout the
session, to ensure that the participants rate and rank the session most
The learning had very little to offer when it required me to go back
to work from the next day and thus the feedback on the session was a cursory
end of day attendance, after a sumptuous lunch at a five star address.
time the training module sounded very different. There was a brief on the
trainer and a write-up. What to expect out of the session? It proclaimed that
the session was designed to help the participants strike a fine balance between
In five months from now, he turns to be an adult,
I discovered my parenthood with his birth and named him Anweshan.
It was such an amazing feeling looking at him, squirming in the hands of the obstetrician
when the Doctor called for his father. The day was 29th of November,
1998 at 5.08 pm (Sunday). While, there were a handful of people around me,
immersed in their own merriment, I was immobile with an overwhelming feeling of
the obvious, the duty to raise a child, the responsibility to groom
him to be self reliant and successful and the pride unbound, of having procreated
a progeny to perpetuate.
The raising of my son was fraught with my own limitations.
When look at those days today, the priority was to create sanity out
of limitless expectations from all those folks, who would eventually matter
only at the social occasions. Their omnipresence would have been missed if they
did not pin point the presence of the obvious, called a tradition. Anything
that remained unquali…
What makes or mars a well laid out platter of food at the restaurant is the aroma that makes you either to salivate at the sight of the food or just sniff at the compromise called a cuisine. The fate of the food gets promptly written either in the dismissal of a revisit or succumbing to eternally patronizing the place.
The same holds true, when it comes to converting the ‘beginning’ of an advisory business to a full-fledged ‘solutions’.
Adversity fetches frowns across the temple, while the high priest in a self-starter gets lost in the plurality of purpose to live the day that is today. Books on attitude, Heroic biographies, Famous quotes and the Facebook share-it’s wryly looks at the plight masked in nonchalance, for there seems to be no way out!
I had read of the plagues that confront decision making and then have come to terms in learning about these dreadful aspects that copiously silhouette the underlying of a success as an outcome to decision making. The first being the lack of…