Last night you awoke me from my lonely slumber
You woke me by whispering my name
didnt you ?
It’s true because i heard you in the wind
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When you or your team or your company,is in a growth mode
It is like riding a wild horse
As a leader, don’t try to tame the horse or make it predictable
try to create effective support systems that blunt the fall
and create learning systems that enable you and the team to learn from the last fall they had
mein Moin de rasta,usdi waat,usdi awaaz pehchaan dee si
oh khetaan which buldaan naalon waadh hungaa laaunda reha
tarke to shaam
tarke to shaam
osda deedar hoya
mein keha , “mein roti leaaye haan tere khattir”
“murg makhan which taleyaa”
“saag haandi aala”
“te mere niaare hatthan de naan”
parr us ne ik wee niwaala chakkhnaa taan ki,
mere wal dekheyaa wee nai ,
bas Ali de taak which Makke kani us deeyan akhaan giraftaar sigiyaan
usde bullan te bhukkh de nishaan nai , Ali daa raag siga
te mere bullan te Moin da
You know that you are working with a leader,when they…..
How do you tell whether you work for a leader type ?
“Is that your goat Sir?”
“Yes, for now”
“What happens later?”
“I dont know,maybe I will have to sell her for slaughter , I am poor you know…….or maybe she will live with me until i die…..actually i wont sell her as I dont want her to die before me!”
“What her name?”
“Her name is Judaai”
Photo – Old man and the goat @ Jama Masjid , Old Delhi Feb 2015
“Judaai” in hindi/urdu means “separation”
I let it loose from the stables of slumber
black of hide but milky in the moonlight
unbridled it goes and unsaddled too
i clutch it’s dark mane but i can not reign it
amok it left
i let it whisper in the winds
as long as it comes home,before the stables of slumber are bolted
before i am rattled awake from this dream
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a mind like
of my child
a vast bubbling spring of unmuddled thoughts
a garden teeming with originality and innocence
an unbounded space
full of bold shining lights
lights of perpetual hope
thats a mind like
of my child
Even though i dont know ….
Who will water it ?
Who will weed it ?
Who will keep the soil alive ?
Who will keep the encroachment away ?
But belief, i have , that ….
Someone , some day, will find solace in it’s shade
Someone, some day,will pick the rich fruits
Someone, some day, will make it their secret hideout
Someone,some day, will holds hands on it’s branches and make eternal promises of love
Plant a seed, i will !
On the belief that someone,someday, will plant another seed