Miss-Communication, Lack of communication, Communication gap, Cross-communication...

I dint know there were more than a dozen types of communication blunders until I started an Org.

Now, I'm very sure all these types have been tested and tried by my team.

God bless Us!.. Smbdy needs a very strong drink here!!

My experiments with... um!?.. well many things!

Yes, as a kid I had quiet a few experiments with handling crackers, bi-cycles, robot-cars, slapping classmates,kid- hating dogs, and cricket-balls.

Yeah… you read it right, its cricket balls. How many of you know how it feels to be in the way of a cricket ball which hits you square on the nose, knocks you down, and follows a slow roll to stop before the boundary?.. huh!.. n the batsman is your teenaged, Wannabe-India Crickter big bro!! who is pissed off that you were in the way of his amazing four runs. You have a bleedy nose with blood gushing from your nose onto your lips and chin – the perfect vampire look!... just that you are not sure what happened to you.

What happens next: you blame your brother for the big flat nose all through your teen years. (“How can I end up with such a bad nose, when everyone in the family has straight, beautiful, small noses??!”… *hiccup hiccup*… **baaaaahhhhhhh**)

The next time you tried handling a cricket ball, it hits the neighbor’s 3 yr old daughter on the back of the head. She doesn’t know what happened to her.. spends a few precious silent moments in meditation, before she wails so loudly that all the apartment can hear the Banshee. By now, you run into the house, take some time to comprehend the inexcusable crime you’ve committed, go into the kitchen, find your mom and suddenly become interested in helping her!

You are silently hoping none of the other kids tell the neighbor, the kid stops wailing, and you din’t brain damage the girl. A gory picture of a brain damaged kid comes to haunt you, the neighbor gets to confront your family and you are in jail!.. (** God help me! I won’t touch a cricket ball for the rest of the summer holidays. I will silently grin and bear when my cousins play. ** )

And true to your word, you never handle a cricket ball, even after summer hols!..don’t even pick it up and throw it back to the players when it lands at you feet at school. ( “just keep moving!.. The ball is back to haunt you!.. It’s gonna hurt you one way or other!..”)

We will discuss dogs in the next episode of experiments.

I Never Knew..

I never knew,

how easy it is to criticize, evaluate, analyze, re-analyze, chew-over someone's work.

how difficult it is to stand on the podium and be judged.

how difficult it is to defend your thoughts, your ideas, your actions and your decisions.

how easy it is to talk big ideas and never implement them.

how easy it is to dream and build castles in air.

how difficult it is to take the first step.

how difficult it is to answer everyone's questions though you owed nothing to them.

how easy it is to just walk away.

how difficult it is to put up your work for everyone to see, talk, speculate and kick around.

I never knew.. until I took the first steps and started my own work.

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p.s: Today, these few lines are dedicated to my good frns - Balaji n Sats for being on my side, for believing in me, for doing more than me, for never giving up, and finally for having faith in the "cause."

Cheers to you guys!

Like they say..."Don't procrastinate until the opportunity is lost."

It's so bloody frustrating to see ppl postpone things. Sometimes you do your part n keep waiting for others.
At the end of the day, the expected results and quality are never achieved - it's too late to review the whole thing for zillionth time when somebody found enough time to complete their piece .

I try to keep the number of ppl involved in the projects/programs I take up after work as small as possible. But, well.. what can I say!. Life is not fair and ppl seem to be absolutely in love with the concept of procrastination.

..Will try and learn to be more patient (Who am I kidding??.. )

How does God look?

Well, for all those ppl looking for a beautiful soul searching sermon.. sorry to disappoint you folks!

I can't give you a 'God-Speech' to save my life.

So, just my thoughts on how God looks..

On a nice warm, sunny day, when the whole world seems to be smiling at you, God looks like Morgan Freeman. Yes, Morgan Freeman in a white radiant suit with the benevolent smile, declaring "I'm God, Son!"

On a particularly malicious day, when God wants to show you who is the boss, He looks like Jack Nicholson - sitting like a king, with a Cuban cigar, a wicked smile, a raised eyebrow and telling you "...You gotta ask me nicely. "

On a pathetic day, when nothing seems to be happening your way and you've given up trying anymore, God looks like Clint Eastwood, smoking a cigarette at a busy street corner, leaning on the wall, in a cowboy hat and old shoes telling you "If you want a guarantee (in life), buy a toaster."

But on those very rare, almost near to perfect days, when you've a bounce in step, a smile on your lips and a spark in your eyes, God passes by musing "Life is like a box of chocolates... you never know what you're gonna get.” just like Tom Hanks...