Friday, April 10, 2026

15 years and counting…

The first ever memory I could recall of planes, is of a young boy who rushed out of his home following the buzzing sound of an aircraft flying way above our tiny town called Changanacherry in Kerala. Since that day, to being associated with the wonderful world of aircrafts now close to two decades, if there is one thing that still drives me crazy is the love for aviation!

Among the countless moments of living in this passionate world of airports, airlines, and ground handlers, I still remember the excitement with which landed in this wonderful city of Dubai and walked through the doors of The Emirates Group, 15 years ago, this very same day!

It had been nothing short of a blessing to be associated with two of the greatest known brands in the world of aviation, Emirates and dnata along with being pampered by one of the youngest and most dynamic cities in the world, Dubai!

Thank God for everything till date. Looking forward to remaining committed to the city that added countless meaningful moments to our lives and adding even more value to the industry till the time I breathe the air filled with molecules on which it is written in big bold letters – AVIATION!

Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Tale of a Bridge

Once upon a time two large cities flourished on the valleys of two mountains. There was a vast lake that separated these mountains. The administration of these two cities decided to build a ten kilometres long bridge that was to connect these two cities. It was a mega project predicted to catapult both the cities to exceptional levels of progress.

Plans were drawn, preliminary work started and the dreams for two cities getting merged into one big city started taking shape. Esteemed members of city councils visited the location regularly. The top brass from the government bragged about their vision and the benefits, the bridge project was going to bring to the region.

As the calendar progressed, one day a junior-most engineer while going through the plans, noticed a significant anomaly. One of the many pillars of the proposed bridge was short by a few inches in height. That was at a critical point in the design of the bridge which could pose a grave threat to the very existence of the structure once built.

Now, the junior engineer was a simple and straightforward girl who promptly presented her finding to the top executives and even proposed an alternate course of action to correct such mistakes in future. 

As soon as the authorities, heard her out, all hell broke loose! The young girl was severely reprimanded for highlighting such a major mistake which put the whole project team in a bad light. She was even given an ultimatum to do only what was asked to do and nothing more. The backlash was so harsh that she even wondered why she even bothered to highlight the anomaly! 

Another sincere employee died a painful death that day.

The above story is a pure work of fiction. But if it did remind you of any experience, you had or heard in the corporate world, do not be alarmed. There will always be bridges that are built with design flaws. There will always be sincere junior engineers who highlight the anomalies. And there will always be corporate martyrs.

Learn from the mistakes of either yours or others. Diplomacy is an underrated skill, especially if you are unaware of the power of it.

Life goes on. So does the corporate world.

Friday, April 3, 2026

Water water everywhere…

As I mentioned in one of the older articles, the first international trip we did together as a family was to Mauritius. We checked in to the resort we had booked and obviously being a beach destination, we headed to the beach which was right across the resort.

After having a good time in the pristine waters of the island nation, we returned to our room extremely tired with thirst. We reached the resort counter where they sold water bottle and asked for a couple of bottles. It was a moment of truth for me! All what I learned about pricing based on demand and supply in my Economics class came full steam. The price of a bottle of a 500ml water was an exorbitant one, since we were in a resort environment, in the middle of nowhere in Indian Ocean where literally everything consumed was imported from elsewhere in the world.

We were to spend the next one week in that place and the sheer math of water prices threatened to put a large hole in our budget planned for the trip which we did not anticipate. The next day, while we were out, an idea occurred to us. We had visited a shopping mall from where we picked up water in bulk which obviously did not cost as much as the resort. While in the resort, we still had to buy water from there, we could manage our budget quite well while we went out supported by the water bottles purchased from outside.

Life teaches us many things, especially when we travel. One among them is, there will always be complex problems with simple solutions.

Happy vacation! 

Tuesday, March 31, 2026

Passion Vs Compulsion

I was getting a tea at the local tea shop near my office the other day. A colleague came over and told me that he was not seeing new articles from me these days and asked if my frequency of writing had come down. Since I was a bit caught up with the Quarterly Planning that time, I attributed the lack of action to my busy schedule.

Sometime later I was brooding over the same question from my colleague and started wondering if it was really the Quarterly Planning that slowed down my frequency of writing. The fact was that I just did not feel like writing. Now the reasons could be plenty. It could be attributed to the busy schedule or the ongoing incidents in Middle East or an increased focus on reading and what not. In any case, I knew that I did not feel the urge to write and hence I did not.

Days went by, but somehow the question from my colleague kept haunting me. It was never a case where I had a dearth of topics about which I wanted to write. As the pressure of inaction built up, I did sit with my laptop open the other day to write about a topic which was a part of a series I was writing. It was not an impromptu topic and hence I had done certain amount of research to come up with the content. I completed my research and started putting the words together and eventually the article took shape. As always, I did the proof reading and finally published the article.

While the mission was accomplished, I knew something was missing. At the end of every article I wrote, I felt a pure sense of bliss which motivated me to write more. That element seemed to be missing this time! To make sure, I asked one of the best reviewers of my writings, I have right at home, my son. He read the article. Though a young man of few words, every time after reading one of my writings, he had a smile on his face, which proved that he loved the article. To my utter dismay, the smile was missing this time.

I asked him, what was wrong. His response was quite candid. He said, unlike my usual presentation of a topic, this one was quite dry and could only be appreciated by people who were genuinely interested in the topic I wrote. I understood. It very well explained the lack of happiness I experienced myself, at the end of writing that last piece.

I realized that I wrote the last article, not because my passion made me write, instead was the result of a compulsion I felt due to which I let my brain and hand co-ordinate the activity all the while my heart stayed away from the party. Simply put, it was a heartless piece of work!

The story is not just about an article I wrote. Every time we set forth to do something, whether it is a hobby or something at work, if it is not driven by passion, it will end up as a monotonous activity. We may end up meeting the objective. But the bigger question we need to ask ourselves is, did the work give the same amount of happiness to us as well as the intended consumers? If not, was the effort truly worth it?

Be driven by passion and not compulsion!

Wednesday, March 25, 2026

അഴീക്കോടിന്റെ ആത്മകഥ


സുകുമാര്
അഴീക്കോട് - ഓര്മ്മ വച്ച കാലം മുതൽ മലയാള സാഹിത്യ സമൂഹിക ലോകത്ത് കേള്ക്കുന്ന ഒരു നാമധേയം. അസാമാന്യ പ്രാസംഗികന്, വാഗ് ദേവതയാൽ അനുഗ്രഹീതൻ, തുടങ്ങി നിരവധി വിശേഷണങ്ങള് ചാര്ത്തിയിരുന്ന അപൂര്വ്വ പ്രതിഭ. എന്നാല് നാളിതുവരെ അദ്ദേഹത്തിന്റെ ഒരു പ്രസംഗം കേള്ക്കുവാനോ, എഴുത്ത് ആസ്വദിക്കുവാനോ സാധിച്ചിരുന്നില്ല. അങ്ങനെ ഉള്ള ഒരു വ്യക്തിയെ മറ്റേതെങ്കിലും രീതിയിൽ അറിയുന്നതിന് മുമ്പ് അദ്ദേഹത്തിന്റെ തന്നെ വാക്കുകളില് അറിയാനുള്ള ഒരു ആഗ്രഹം ആവും ഈ ആത്മകഥ വാങ്ങിക്കുവാൻ എന്നെ പ്രേരിപ്പിച്ചത്.

ഞാന് വായിച്ചിട്ടുള്ള ആത്മകഥകളില് വച്ച് ഒരേ സമയം അതിശയിപ്പിക്കുകയും അരിശപ്പെടുത്തുകയും ചെയ്ത മറ്റൊരു പുസ്തകം ഉണ്ടോ എന്ന് സംശയമാണ്. അതിശയപ്പെടാൻ ഉള്ള കാരണം മറ്റൊന്നുമല്ല. സ്കൂള് പഠന കാലത്ത് നാമൊക്കെ കേള്ക്കുകയും പഠിക്കുകയും ചെയ്തിട്ടുള്ള മഹാരഥികൾ ആയിട്ടുള്ള പലരുടെയും സ്നേഹിതന്, ശിഷ്യന് അല്ലെങ്കില് സതീർത്ഥ്യൻ ആയിരുന്നു സുകുമാര് അഴീക്കോട്, എന്ന യാഥാര്ത്ഥ്യം ആശ്ചര്യം ജനിപ്പിക്കുകയുണ്ടായി. മഹാകവി ഉള്ളൂര്, വള്ളത്തോള് തുടങ്ങി, ഗാന്ധിജിയെ വരെ നേരിട്ടു കാണുവാന് ഭാഗ്യം സിദ്ധിച്ച ഒരു അപൂര്വ്വ വ്യക്തി!
അരിശപ്പെടുത്തിയ വസ്തുതകൾ രണ്ടാണ്. ഒന്നിന്റെ ഉത്തരവാദിത്തം ഞാനും കാലവും ഒരുമിച്ച് ഏറ്റെടുക്കുന്നു. അത് മറ്റൊന്നുമല്ല, അഴീക്കോടിന്റെ പദസമ്പത്തിന്റെ ഇടവഴികളിലൂടെ നടന്നു പോകുമ്പോള് പലപ്പോഴും ഞാന് കാലിടറി വീണു പോയി. ചില വേളകളിൽ മുട്ട് പൊട്ടി ചോര ചിന്തുക വരെ ചെയ്തു എന്ന് പറഞ്ഞാല് അതിശയോക്തി ആവില്ല. എന്റെ അറിവില്ലായ്മയുടെയും, ജീവിച്ചിരുന്നെങ്കിൽ ഈ വര്ഷം നൂറിന്റെ നിറവില് വിരാജിക്കുമായിരുന്ന ഒരു മഹാനുഭാവനും ഞാനും തമ്മില് അര നൂറ്റാണ്ടിന്റെ മേല് ഉള്ള പ്രായഭേദത്തിന്റെ അവസ്ഥയുടെയും പേരില് ഒന്നാമത്തെ അരിശപ്പെടൽ ഞാന് സാദരം സംസ്കരിക്കുന്നു.
രണ്ടാമത്തെ വസ്തുത, അദ്ദേഹത്തിന്റെയും എന്റെയും വ്യക്തിത്വങ്ങളുടെ വ്യത്യാസം ആണെന്നു കരുതാനാണ് എനിക്ക് ഇഷ്ടം. അഴീക്കോട് തന്നെ പറ്റിയും തന്റെ എഴുത്തിനെ പറ്റിയും അനുഭവിക്കുന്ന ആത്മരതി എനിക്ക് എന്നെങ്കിലും സാധിക്കുമോ എന്ന് ഞാന് സംശയിക്കുന്നു.
എന്തൊക്കെ ആയിരുന്നാലും നാം ജീവിച്ചിരിക്കുന്ന ഈ കാലഘട്ടത്തിൽ, അഴീക്കോടിന്റെ തന്നെ ഭാഷയില് പറഞ്ഞാല്, നാം ശ്വസിക്കുന്ന ഈ വായു പങ്കു വയ്ക്കാന് ലഭിച്ചത് ഒരു ഭാഗ്യമായി കരുതുന്നു. ആത്മകഥാ വായനയുടെ അന്ത്യത്തില് ഇനിയും കൂടുതൽ പലതും അറിയേണ്ട ഒരു മനുഷ്യന് ആണെന്ന് തന്നെയാണ് അവസാന ചിന്തയായി മനസില് വന്നത് എന്നും പറഞ്ഞു കൊള്ളട്ടെ.
ഞാന് ഇനിയും അറിഞ്ഞിട്ടില്ലാത്ത ഒരു മഹാ മനസ്സിന്റെ ചിന്താപഥങ്ങൾക്ക് സാദരം എന്റെ വന്ദനം.

Friday, March 20, 2026

The Cardboard Family

And just like that, yesterday I completed forty-five times of going around the sun. While I was counting the numerous blessings received through the years, a barrage of memories came back. There were hundreds of them that I have not spoken or written about. Then again, you cannot be greedy and enjoy the pleasure of sharing all at once. Allow me to focus on one memory that stood out, the one where I had a wonderful time ‘playing family’ along with my awesome cousins during a summer break of late 80s.

From the time I could recollect the memories of our home, I distinctly remember a big white Kelvinator fridge sitting at one corner of the kitchen. Every time I opened the door of the fridge, I could not help but wonder how mom managed to store all the items I saw on the shelves. I was quite certain that if we dug into the fridge, it would reveal interesting aspects of the consumption pattern of the family in the last few weeks!

After what seemed to be an eternity of service, one day the Kelvinator died on us. It was something short of a historical event in the family, when dad got a new Godrej fridge to replace the older one. As it happened to be the summer break time, a couple of my cousins were at home. We were of the age and time when anything could become props for the games we played. The game we decided that day when the new fridge arrived was 'The Family' when one became dad, another mom and there were kids as well. There will be cooking, cleaning and even helping the kids with homework.

We had enough count for the players, but the biggest question was, what could be our house? A brilliant idea occurred to us as dad kept aside the empty cardboard in which the new fridge arrived. It was big enough for us to crawl inside. We immediately got into the work of setting up the home. 

We placed the 'house' right next to the old barn we had in the backyard. One end of the cardboard box was sealed and that became the backside wall of our home. The flaps of the box at the other end were re-purposed to become the entrance of the home. We even found an old piece of cloth and gave it a new life as the curtain of the main door. A part of the box was used to create a partition inside our home, thereby making it a one bedroom house! The civil engineers of future were seriously at work, way before anyone of us had even heard of the term Engineering! 

Our home was shortly ready to welcome the guests, which were to be our parents. There was one problem though. What would we serve the guests when they arrived? Ideas started flowing in and finally we all agreed on the best course of action. It was that time of the year when mango trees in our backyard yielded bunches of green mangoes that beckoned us to make a sumptuous treat of them. We dashed to the trees and soon the stones on the floor found themselves heading to the hanging bunches of mangoes. It was soon showering mangoes, and we stopped when we felt we had enough.

Next came the question of 'cooking and serving' the dishes. Out came the tiny earthen pots, cups, and saucers which dad had bought for us to play, from local market. One of us sneaked into mom's kitchen and got a knife, a small cup of coconut oil, a handful of salt and chili powder. Soon tiny plates were ready, filled with a mouthwatering dish of cut mango pieces marinated in coconut oil, chili powder, and salt.

We proudly invited our 'guests' to our new 'home'. Obviously, they could not enter the house since it was too small for adults. Nevertheless, they all enjoyed the feast we prepared. The family game was a huge hit! 

The memory not only remains as a beautiful experience but also serves as a good reminder of the simple joys of the past and a wakeup call for the parents of the new generation of kids to help them create incredible memories for future!

Saturday, March 14, 2026

Letter to Dad from Dubai

Dear Dad,

Hope all is well at your end? How are grandpa and others doing there?

It had been a couple of weeks since I wanted to ask you something. Do you remember an incident that happened 23 years back while I was doing my Masters in Coimbatore? Way before social media became a norm, there was a competition by the local Malayalam newspaper Malayala Manorama in their weekly newsletter named 'Sri'. It was a general knowledge quiz which ran for a few weeks. Every week I had to find the answers, fill in the blanks and post the page back to Manorama office. 

When the result was announced I won the second prize which was a return flight ticket for two from Kochi to any location in the Gulf states. Since I was still studying, I gifted those tickets to you and mom. You chose to visit the UAE which I remember was your first ever international trip together. It always remained a happy memory for me.

After a lovely visit to Dubai, Sharjah and a few other Emirates in the UAE, you came back to India, with lots of amazing stories about this highly prosperous State in the Gulf region. One thing I distinctly remember was, you were impressed with all the greenery and flower beds that greeted you everywhere you went, which was probably the least you expected in a country built on a desert! 

Six years before this visit to UAE, you had been on a solo trip to the US and Europe for almost a month. You were fascinated to see an equivalent level of infrastructure and lifestyle in UAE. Now, as I recollect many of the stories you narrated to me on your return from UAE, I had seen sparks of surprise and sheer delight for the success achieved by this region. You were beaming when you narrated how advanced and liberal a country UAE was, even a quarter of a century ago.

Eight years after your trip to UAE, as you may remember, Ruby and I landed in Dubai from Bangalore to work with one of the greatest known brands in the aviation world, Emirates! This was year 2011. Ever since that day, I personally lived through similar, if not more, surprises this country kept in store for us. 

Among the many things the world celebrates about the seemingly impossible feats achieved by this great land, one thing always stood out. The leadership of this young nation and how down to Earth they are in the ways by which they absolutely take care of the people who live here. They support the local population but equally care for the expats. In fact, with the last 15 years of living in this beautiful nation, I can vouch for the fact that, every passing year, the love showered by this country on the citizens and residents alike are simply out-of-the-world. 

Dad, you left us to join our Lord three years back. With the current happenings here in the Middle East, I would have expected a call from you every day if you were around, asking how we were, with the genuine concern any loving parent would have about their expat children. I want to reassure you dad, while you may be gone, we do have equally loving parents here in the UAE in the form of rulers of this land, who not just consider our safety as their responsibility but even care for us the way you cared as a father.

Dad, I want to promise you one thing. This is a land that taught us the true value of tolerance. I am certain that, as long as the leaders here remain committed, combined with your blessings from Heaven, as we say in this part of the world, Insha Allah, we will remain safe. Do not worry!

Love you lots...

Yours, Jerry, 14 Mar 2026 

Friday, February 27, 2026

Love at tarmac

Ary knew it was time to leave. She felt a deep pain every time she had to travel for duty that kept her away for a day or two from Toby, her sweetheart. They were at the Airport, eyes locked, both knowing that they will miss each other for the next 48 hours. No words were spoken, but their hearts felt the pain. This time as well they did not forget to share their wired headset and listen to their favourite music before they parted ways.

Toby knew he had to lead the way, as Ary never liked walking back alone. He took two steps forward. She felt the warmth of his body closing in on her. Toby extended his arms and wrapped them around her. She felt lost in the deep valleys of his eyes. Before even she knew, she had closed her eyes. 

As always, Toby made the next move, the one that Amy loved about him. With a gentle movement, he pulled her closer towards him. They were no longer two. Their love never had boundaries. 

She felt her feet no longer touching the ground. He had lifted her up in his strong arms and slowly but steadily led her to where she needed to head to. As they reached the point after which he was not allowed, he took the headset back and safely placed her feet on the floor. He kissed and wished her a safe journey. Finally, with great difficulty, he released his arms around her and let her go.

They looked at each other for one last time. He waved at her and she acknowledged with a nod. She was all by herself and moved forward to head to her destination. Toby watched her for a minute and with eyes welled up, he turned back and headed home.

The airport was a witness to all this, where no other love story was more passionate than the one between Toby the Towbarless Pushback Tractor and Ary the Aircraft!

Wednesday, February 25, 2026

Sunflowers in us!

It was a bright and a beautiful day. Scores of people thronged the lovely flower garden brimming with a riot of colours. Among the gorgeous view, stood out one sunflower which attracted a lot of attention from the visitors. She was enjoying all the appreciation and even started to believe that she was the most beautiful flower in the entire world! 

As the day progressed, other flowers heard her say, 'Look at me! I am created with an ethereal beauty, which can make even Gods jealous. People say I am named after the sun. But I think, the sun must have been named after me. Afterall, no one can look up and enjoy the sun, while people cannot even take their eyes off me!'

So, she went rambling. It was soon nearing the end of the day. The sunset was imminent. Before the world was pushed into darkness, the sun made a parting statement, "Silly girl, do you realize, your beauty is only till I take a nap?'

The question sent a chill down the spine of the sunflower!

Knowingly or otherwise we all have a sunflower inside us. Many times, we forget the very reason for our existence. We tend to brag about our skills and our abilities, completely ignoring the fact that there are forces around us that sustain us.

Let us remind ourselves, even in this crazy paced world, being humble is still a virtue...

Sunday, February 22, 2026

Know Thy Product

Many years ago, I was assigned a project where I was to meet my fourth client in my career as a Business Analyst (BA). I was brimming with confidence as a young BA with the experience from the previous three projects.

I was to meet a senior executive from the client team to gather requirements for a new application they wanted my team to build. Armed with enthusiasm and good spirits, I reached the client’s office well before time and prepared myself for the session. There were no presentations from my end, since the plan was to interview the client team, discuss their business requirement and take notes.

After a few minutes, the team members from the client started walking in one by one. Finally, the big boss himself arrived. We went through the process of initial introductions. Soon after that, the senior executive asked one of his team members to showcase a presentation about the business plan so that I was aware of the context.

The team member opened her laptop and switched on the projector to display the presentation on to the big screen in the meeting room. The projector got powered on, the familiar blue screen was displayed on the screen. But how much ever she tried, the presentation failed to load on to the screen. The screen seemed to be silently screaming in blue!

A few moments went by. The blue screen seemed to stare at all of us with nothing getting displayed. I could sense everyone getting impatient in the room, especially the boss. A couple of minutes later came a statement that redefined my concepts of working in IT. He said, ‘You are in IT, you must be able to fix the projector!’

Whether the senior executive truly meant that statement or not, that was my first of many experiences, with some of the clients I had worked with since then, about how ill-informed can people be about the roles and responsibilities of folks who worked in the vast world of Information Technology. For many, just like the boss in the above incident, a Business Analyst and a Hardware expert who could fix issues with a projector were both from IT and hence they can both do the job irrespective of their specialisation.

A decade later, as the world moved from Waterfall to Agile ways of working, I could see similar arguments manifested in a different manner. When I met clients in the capacity of a Product Manager, one of the biggest challenges I faced was on the boundaries defined for the Product I owned. This was especially true from operational teams for whom, dilution of the nature of Product was never really a problem. Their sole objective seemed to be addressing a business problem through the Product, irrespective of whether it really was a part of the core capability of the Product.

There were multiple instances where clients had asked for features that rightly belonged to another Product to be brought into the one, I handled. It required a great deal of persuasion and at times even helping them see how logically the ask was a misfit helped in bringing back the conversations on track. If it was not for the pushback, what would have guaranteed were multiple Products in the organization with capabilities getting duplicated. Unfortunately, this remains a sad reality in many companies.

The Big Question: Is there a way to avoid this situation? While there is not a simple and straight forward answer, I will still say, we need to have a Push & Pull Strategy that needs to be applied here. We need Product Managers to be clearly aware of the bigger picture with respect to their Product. They really need to know their Product in-depth and realize exactly when the boundaries are threatened to be crossed. It is also important to have a high-level understanding of related Products and how they are designed to have a logical discussion and convincing a client on why it is important not to dilute your Product with a feature that really did not belong.

Equally important is the fact that clients need to be educated to ‘Think Product’. This is not a one-time effort. It will always be a battle between Operational Convenience Vs Product Strategy.

Do not get disheartened. The good news is, most of the clients we from Product world must deal with, are logical in nature and they understand if presented with meaningful and logical reasons. That alone is the way to sustain a better way of working with Products and avoid costly overlaps which otherwise will result in a phenomenon called ‘Product Overhead’ which unfortunately remains largely undetected, especially if it is an organization with hundreds of Products.

So, next time when someone asks you for a feature to be added, first ask yourself this question and then challenge your client. Does this feature really belong to the Product and adds value to the client? More importantly do we avoid overlaps with other Products thereby making the Product landscape of the organization more streamlined and better managed.

Cheers to all sensible Product managers out there as well as rational clients who understand the reason when you challenge the requirement to add a new feature!

Once upon a time...

Am not sure if you will believe what I am going to tell you. It was the day when, I created a flowchart for a business process. I used a pen and sketched on a paper on my diary. Oh, I almost forgot to mention, I used my brain too!


The whole process was quite empowering and liberating. I thought, I wrote, I scratched, I sketched, I thought again and there it was! The result of my cerebral exercise. A beautiful child born out of sheer human perseverance.

I loved it. I owned it. It was mine. Cent percent!

I then did something else too. I created a neat representation of the flowchart using a drawing app and once done I mailed it to my business users for their validation. All that took about a day for me.

I stopped for a moment to take a sip of water when I heard a call, 'Sid, come have your dinner. You can continue your story session with grandpa later. By the way, did you finish your project?'

Sid, my adorable grandchild, ran to the kitchen. I heard him telling his mom, 'No mom. The bot was not feeling well earlier. It should be fine now. I will get it done in two minutes.'

I went back to my nostalgia, when I lived a younger life, much before AI redefined everything literally...

Sunday, February 15, 2026

The Jewel of My Life

Many years ago, during my college time, one day my mom and I was having a casual conversation about life in general. When the topic came to married life, mom said, ‘Marriage is a like buying a lottery ticket. If you are lucky, you will get a good partner’.

This was early 90’s in Kerala when arranged marriages were pretty much the way of life. The concept was quite strange for people from Western world when they heard that you could marry someone without falling in love first. Quite sure it still sounds the same but let us say it was a way of life. We found happiness in discovering love together and since both parties involved heavily invested their time and effort for such a beautiful discovery, most of the times the result was cherished quite well.

A few years later, by the time calendar was nearing the end of 2009, I treaded the same path and took a lottery ticket myself. Our initial days were in Bangalore where we started setting up our life together. The process of discovery was not easy I must admit. There were many things we did not know each other and every day we figured out something new about ourselves. Not all findings were pleasant while there were adorable ones that kept us going.

As we look back, we realize that we have replaced the calendars sixteen times and the biggest realization we have today is that we are still discovering each other, all the while enjoying the feeling of being in love! If someone told us this in 2009, I am certain that neither of us would have believed that.

Having said that, this post is not just about love. It is also about the moments when the love of my life was instrumental in decisions we had taken together in life that defined our future. All such decisive moments now feel like glorious chapters of our past.

Be it, shaking myself out of my comfort zone and making me believe that I can take on a new challenge, or staying together while crossing the seas and settling in a new country, or jointly rowing our family boat while adding two tiny bundles of joy during the last decade and half, or motivating me to venture into unknown territories outside work and proving to me again that the limit I can stretch is not even the sky, and above everything else, being there as the calm during all storms we endured and pushing herself in believing in me more than what I believe in myself, this ladies and gentlemen is the true reason for the post.

As we celebrate Valentine's week, I want to acknowledge the real leadership that reminds me everything that I knew I could do, but more importantly empowers me to believe that I could do much more. It all happened with that one lottery I took way back in 2009.

Today, I want to tell my mom, I was lucky not just to win the bumper prize, but it was a priceless gem that destiny had kept in store for me. It must be a sheer coincidence that her name is Ruby!

Sunday, February 8, 2026

Equal (In) Justice!

Jane is a mother of three adorable little ones, Ben, Stacy and Keith. As is the case with many households across the world, their home is always filled with cries and laughter from the games and fights by the 'darling devils', a name Jane calls them occasionally, half serious and half fun!

Usually when one of the darling devils crosses the limits of fun, Jane reminds them about the rules of the game and generally they fall in line. Rarely when the reminder did not work, she usually bestowed them with minor disciplinary actions such grounding for a day with no access to TV, games etc. But these actions were limited to the culprit which helped in directing the action to the one who committed the mistake. It also acted as a serious reminder for the rest of the kids that their mother meant business and they better get their act straight. The strategy worked all the time.

One of those days, there was an incident when the limits of fun was trespassed by Keith, the youngest of the kids. The offence was committed with the greatest margin of naughtiness till that date. Jane was furious! She was so mad that, shortly the announcement about grounding came through with new set of rules. No tabs, No TV and No games for an entire week. Her fury did not stop there. She declared that the grounding applied to all three kids. No questions asked! Jane even went beyond and got her rules framed and hung them on the wall of kids' room.

Keith tried to revolt but soon accepted his destiny. Ben and Stacy could not initially comprehend why they were getting punished for a mischief by Keith. They raised their voice of dissent. But their concerns died a painful death when their voices hit a solid wall of resistance erected by their mom. They retreated with great pain and a deep feeling of betrayal, something they never experienced before in the family.

Life moved on. Jane found her new way of reprimanding, quite easy and effective. The intermittent voices of dissent were suppressed with authority. Little did she know that her 'darling devils' were slowly drifting away from her. Soon a day would come when they all stopped talking to her. The house was no longer filled with cries and laughter from the games and fights by the darling devils. Only muffled wails and faint sobbing rippled across the walls of once vibrant home.

The rules remained hanging on the wall.

The End.

After story: If you felt a connection to the above narration to what is happening in your office environment, it is not merely incidental. An office is a logical extension of a family. The nature of decisions and its impact on people, are quite similar, whether at home or in office.

Hence if you are in a leadership role, may you be blessed with the cerebral prowess laced with emotional intelligence to take decisions that will unify the extended members of your family at office, than driving them away. Always remember, rules are meant to follow, but if you are the one who is setting them, ask yourself if they make sense, not just logically, but emotionally as well.

Game of Perceptions

It is said that, if you feel you have too many problems, you should look at people who are less fortunate than you, and all of a sudden you will realize, your problems are not problems at all.


But, what if your problems are a result of your affluence? You try to look at people less fortunate than you for solace. It is when reality hits you, that they, do not have these problems at all! You feel even more miserable. What do you do then? It is time for you to look up.

Take a good look at people even more affluent than you. Trust me, when I say, you will be blessed with the most satisfying realisation that greater the prosperity, bigger are the cost of their problems. All of a sudden, a sense of calmness engulfs you.

Life is all about perceptions...

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