Jazz & the Corporate Dance

All early mornings of late are consumed by the jazz playing in the background. A few hours of jazz and I become indifferent to the things at work.

Being an employee of whichever organization, it is mandated that you dance to the whims of the decision makers. There is a chain of decision makers however – for e.g. I am a decision maker in my right, there are people below me who would be decision makers, and bosses above me who would be so with rungs of  bosses above them, all of whom are decision makers. The ceo is a decision maker for a division, but then he/she is answerable to the chairman, chairman is answerable to the MD, the MD to the owner, the owner to the board, and the board to the investors and shareholders. The large investors are answerable to their high net worth clients, and the clients and the shareholders are answerable to themselves when they look at their faces in the mirrors, or contemplate upon their decisions.

So everyone dances to each others’ whims – a string of dancers right from the lowest rung of employees to the very shareholders at the end, and everyone else in between. A perpetual corporate dance banquet thus ensues.

You are in an even deeper mess however if you don’t know who your boss is – when you report to four different people and none in particular, when your work is as tangible and yet as abstract as it could be, when you are answerable to many and really answerable to none. Different whims here, levels of rope balancing here, different tunes and hence different types of dances – you jazz, you waltz, you samba and the likes….

They say it is good to have hope and optimism in – that tendency of things is to eventually sort themselves out.

Meanwhile there’s jazz.

I can dance 😉


Everyone wants to try
Everyone wants to fly
Everyone wants to be there
No one knows where

But unless one finds here
One will never really be near

An endless mirage will just goad on
And bear on
Seeking everywhere
That’s right with you, right here

Definiton : Progress

As I stroll around one of my fav walking places – sardarbaug, vadodara,, I ponder on the def of ‘progress’. What is it?

The web defines progress as ‘movement in a positive way towards a goal’.

* Having completed my education and two post grad degrees,
* A job with its concomitant ups and and politics, and future pay and position prospects
* Having a cool family – wife, a kid and one more expected, while heeding to the need of my core family,
* Having grown up as a responsible member of the society,

…is it all progress?

Or is my blank, thoughtless, lazy strolling at sardarbaug without a bound of time, enjoying my fav music, distant from all but myself, contemplating these thoughts and others, and even choosing to contemplate none, penning a few … progress?

I guess definition of progress needs a goal; we have temporary andor dynamic in different domains, and we can measure our ‘progress’ wrt these goals.

But what is our progress? Have we really progressed? Have I? I don’t know. But tonight sure feels great! Bliss! And I am still lazying, strolling, kicking the mud as I tread!

….just heard that there has been a bomb blast at Pune… the bombs have really evolved. Is that progress?

Poor approach by the multiplexes?

There are 2 things you could do when faced with a situation: fear it or face it and react accordingly. If you are fearful, you hide yourselves in a locker, cower down, and if you want to face it, you assert yourselves and your beliefs in the face of all odds.

The approach by the multiplexes wrt the hooligans’ warning over screening of MNIK is confusing.

They are certainly scared. It’s not wrong to be scared of course; I am only talking about eventual reactions here. How did the multiplexes react?

First of all, they cancelled all the advance bookings. The reaction was of fear. Then on Friday, they are opening one property each of each multiplex, one by one – just to check out. Best analogy is of a mouse which runs corner to corner, cowers down at the slightest sound. Kind of a thief who runs from one shadow to another bearing burden of his act.

What are the multiplexes afraid of? Are they afraid of standing upto their business model, their long principles and their goodwill? Checking out a morsel one by one only to suddenly scout to their
holes when needed.

Sad to note that not the hooligans, not the meek and incapable government but the very own film fraternity has let it down!

When it had to stand, it decided to cower.

Sham of a democracy!

We have elected governments in the states and in the center. And we have unelected unconstitutional powers. These powers are the real rulers of the country – for at their whims, the citizens of the
society are affected.

The government seems to have no effect on the actions of its citizens. Countless parrotted, half willed assurances from a diffident chief minister and an even weaker home minister, our elected representatives, seemed to have no effect on the business establishments and the citizens. In fact so weak do these govt
representatives appear that sometimes I wonder who needs to be protected – the citizens or the politicos themselves. They look as if they themselves are begging for help. Their faces aspires no confidence, but certainly aspires sympathies for them.

A roar of a wild lion is enough to keep citizens at bay for fear of their and their family’s security, and the strongly abled but weakly principled business houses, measured only by bottom lines, scouring
for cover.

And instead of killing the lion, nipping the roars at their bud, the elected government choses to look the other way; guess that’s vote banks at work!

Furthermore the government is also protecting the lion, all 24 hours, 365 days a year with the tax payers’ money; lest we lose a national asset! So that the lion may continue to run wild and amok, and bite and kill, and destroy the very fabric of our beliefs, the sham of a constitution, that the pseudo elected government has vowed to protect!