Certainly not rocket science

 

A few tips for success.

Wake early 

Either do some reading or writing within the first 15 minutes- it gets the mind alert and working - wordle too!

Spend some time 'thinking' and 'planning'. We are so busy that  we hardly spend any time thinking . It's one mad rush.

Slow down. Life is not a sprint  or a non stop competition.  

It's more like a marathon, so pace yourself.

You can't do everything so learn to delegate. Don't worry about someone else doing the job better than you . 

If they do it then they deserve your post. 

Hence keep learning and be ahead of the game. 

Stop micro managing all the time- give people space.

Give others time to learn ,improve and deliver. 

Don't be harsh on colleagues or subordinates or on yourself for that matter!

Set reasonable targets and give sufficient time 

Be kind - it costs nothing, and releases your endorphins ,as well giving you a feel good factor.

Try and help someone when you get the opportunity.  It can be a ' small help' but it could often 'make someone's day' a little brighter. 

You don't have to be the best looking , the best dressed or the most popular to do well in life.

Forget fate and destiny. Those are excuses to make for lazy slackers. Go ahead and plan your own life.

Luck has a part, but hard work never fails.

Be consistent. 

Wake up, dress up and show up for work regularly ,irrespective of your mood. Don't make excuses to miss a day's work. Bad bosses come and go.

Family first - slot the others in as you desire.

Save for the future. It's never too early to start. 

Your first job may pay you a paltry sum but it's better than nothing . It gives you valuable experience for the future.

My first job paid me about 500 rupees - I have that appointment letter stored somewhere. I must share it.

I worked hard and was not always satisfied.  Like so many other,  I too had a few bad experiences with superiors and bosses along the way, but I dug in for the long haul and came through with a few scars to prove it.

I  avoided taking leave, worked through innumerable summer vacations to earn more and kept taking on more responsibilities while learning on the job.

I observed others closely and gained valuable leadership experience.

I learnt what NOT to do as a leader.

There is one thing you must do- be THANKFUL .

Today I enjoy sharing those experiences and tips with others.

Pain

 Can we actually feel

Another's pain , sorrow or suffering?

No one truly knows what it's like.

It could be anything 

But with our guess work 

And misplaced sense of importance 

We don't even come close.

It's so very easy to sympathise 

While throwing empathy aside

Haven't we all been the receipents of 

" It will get better soon"

" You will get over it "

" Don't worry - it's nothing "

" Cheer up "

" Good times are round the corner"

" Look on the bright side"

" It could have been worse"

" Don't stress"

Not to forget the clichéd 

" Every cloud has a silver lining"

Have also had a pseudo intellectual 

Come up and say to me some years ago

" When winter comes ,can spring 

be far behind" 

These words and phrases

Flow effortless off the tongue.

People may genuinely mean them

Or they may just be glib talk 

But the next time 

When an opportunity presents itself 

Think before you utter them

Because misplaced sympathy

Is as counter productive 

As negative empathy.

No one can truly feel another's pain.

Questions

 QUESTIONS

Is it an early morning coffee?

A meal with the family ?

A drive with your spouse?

A movie with friends?

Camping in the desert?

Driving over dunes?

Discussing politics ?

Sitting and meditating?

Climbing mountains?

Swimming in the sea?

Being recognised?

Playing second fiddle?

Reminiscing over lost love?

Walking in the rain?

A business meeting?

Clinching a deal?

Playing the share market?

Jumping in and taking the bull by the horns?

Relaxing and watching the world go by?

Discussing the future with your kids?

Writing, reading singing?

Or just doing nothing for a change?

Tell me ....

What feeds your drive ?

Is it physical,  spiritual ,mental or emotional?

You could be twenty  , fifty  or seventy

Just starting out - or even retired .

But have you ever given it a serious thought ?

What feeds your spirit, fires your soul 

And fills your life with meaning?

You could be a painter, dancer, musician,

Rich poor or in between 

Fat, thin, tall, short.

Atop the ladder

Or still climbing 

A mathematician or a science buff.

A magician, a teacher or a monk

It does not matter

Not in the least.

But ask yourself this ....

What fuels your imagination?

What makes your heart sing ?

What makes you tick?

Become your own Sherlock Homes 

And come up with some answers

They may surprise you !

You need not align

With what others find meaningful

Or force yourself to contribute

To social  causes 

that others swear by.

It's never too early

It's never too late

To delve into your soul.

Let the hunt begin

The answers will be rewarding.

Vacation mode

 I woke to gentle morning rays

And sprinkling rain.

Tiny black and white birds

Flitted about excitedly 

Whistling and warbling

Tunes so melodious 

While two inquisitive crows

On the ledge below me

Stared, hopped and cawed-

Raspy news broadcasters-

Attempting  to dominate the peaceful surroundings -

wake the world,

And spread misinformation!

A rather large verdant pasture

Yet unclaimed by

Multimillionaire builders 

Welcomed a few hundred, obedient sheep

Hearded by a wisp of a girl

While early morning walkers

 and sprightly joggers

Sprinted up the hill

Filling  me with guilt.

But who cares!

Kids frolicked in the park below

Not a worry in the world.

It's another day to do as I please 

To loll, scroll, stroll,

 plan and dream

Of what else to do

On a cool monsoon day.

Just doing nothing

Is oh so relaxing

I am on vacation!

Catastrophic is the word

I sat dumbfounded 

Staring in utter disbelief.

How could this happen to me

And why? 

A death is a death is a death.

I felt the world closing

In around me.

Choked and speechless

I looked around for help 

But none was forthcoming.

To compound the calamity

It  was pouring

As if the heavens were mourning 

Along with me.

I held her gingerly 

And turned her over

 ever so slowly

Not wanting to cause

Any further pain.

I contemplated the next steps.

Acting fast was imperative

Time was of essence.

Disposal and burial was not an option 

Never crossed my mind.

An expert practitioner was consulted 

An examination done.

A quick postmortem followed

Furitive glances were exchanged.

There was a glimmer of hope

I was told.

It would cost me but that was secondary.

Four hours later

She was back to life 

I was over the moon.

When your phone dies on you 

It surely is catastrophic.

COMA

 COMA

What if you opened your eyes one day?

And saw everyone looking down at you and smiling 

Parents, relatives, and friends. 

Tears of joy flowed down their cheeks 

Some looked shocked and dazed 

Others talking animatedly

Many whispering and giggling.

Your fragile eyelids flicker in weakness and disbelief

You lie bewildered and perplexed

 trying to comprehend the total disorientation 

The strange scene unfolding 

Before your bleary eyes.

People rush in and out of the room

Which you recognize vaguely.

You seem to be drifting on a calm sea

Or is it a fluffy cloud 

Of a strange consciousness?

But every time you open your eyes

Things look clearer. 

A medical practitioner saunters into the room

A nurse scurries in behind  

You don’t seem to recognize them    

He is beaming and calling you by your name 

You realize now that YOU are 

The center of attention.

You have questions galore 

But sleep calls some more and you doze off

Time lapses 

A few more days of this drowsy slumber?

You have no clue whatsoever

Of time- place- day  

Your eyes open clearer than before

But precise body movements are sporadic

And at times your head throbs

As if your brain is about to spill. 

You venture to ask a few probing questions 

But you mumble incoherently 

When? How? Why? Where?

People tell you to stay calm

That all is well

That the worst is over. 

The worst?

At last, you smile a timid smile

You sense a perceptible change 

As realization starts to dawn

And the fog begins to lift.

White walls, Tubes, monitors, machines beeping

Why do the few people around you look so much older? 

Palpitations worry you and you clutch at your chest

As people scuttle around.

More whispers and smiles aplenty

 You begin to feel stronger by the day  

They finally say you have been in a coma

It’s been ten years – give or take a few weeks

Strangely you felt no pain and no sadness consumed you.

 And while you slept a long sleep………….

The world continued to turn on its axis.

Wars were fought and thousands were killed 

Royals got married and people rejoiced 

There were natural calamities & pandemics  

That shook the very core of the universe. 

Glaciers melted, and the green cover was lost 

Drought, storms, earthquakes and floods caused havoc

The world over 

Terrorism raised its ugly head ever so often

While crazy lunatics shot people at random

In so-called developed countries. 

Planes mysteriously went missing 

People took to some strange pastime

Called the ‘ice bucket challenge 

And ‘Gangam style’ was the song of the decade.

Mandela, Malala and Trump 

Were the most googled names. 

Economies rose and fell

Something called ‘Brexit’ troubled Britain

And a movement named ‘Me too’ 

Got perverted men in hot water 

Creating headlines far and wide.

The Epstein and Weinstein scandals 

And Prince Andrew’s escapades 

became sensational stories.

 

You had blacked out,

 you had slumbered 

In a stupor – in a trance

No one knew the how and the why 

But now 

After years of nothingness 

Things begin to feel different

You have finally made your way 

Through the dark ominous tunnel

And every beam of sunlight 

Now spells hope.

A rectangular world

 Thought for  the day...

We seem to be living in a rectangular world!.

Except for the clock and flowerpot in my office , everything else is rectangular.  

It's the same at home. Except for crockery and cooking vessels, it's a rectangular world all  around me. 

I guess that's the easiest shape to mass produce .

Nature on the other hand hates the shape- probably detests it . 

That's why we don't have rectangular plants, flowers , trees, hills, mountains, rivers or seas. 

Cameras with round lens take rectangular photographs and no body part of ours is rectangular either!

Is it our unintentional fight with nature? 

I presume rectangles are just  omnipresent  creatures determined to box us in, and there is very little we can do about it .