Leader “type”

Gordon Ramsey

You know that you are working with a leader,when they…..

  • are serious about making an impact
  • get stressed but don’t shout
  • acknowledge failure publicly
  • don’t hoard knowledge
  • self deprecate
  • check how you slept when your kid is sick
  • don’t create factual fog to justify their instinctive decisions
  • don’t hog the limelight
  • admit when they don’t have a clue
  • don’t ridicule others,when they have
  • tell you,how to tell that the bacon is done
  • don’t throw you under the bus
  • and don’t throw you under the bus (when you are not in that meeting)
  • are smart enough, to sense which way the political wind is blowing
  • and are brave enough,to face it
  • praise (and it feels genuine)
  • turnaround and smile (even though you interrupted their email draft)

How do you tell whether you work for a leader type ?

A judaai

Old man and the Goat


“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”


Black Horse

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


gif source – Tumblr.com


tumblr_m80oh61rsZ1r0jup6o1_1280Plant a seed, shall i ?

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

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The chameleon’s soul

I am,

the dweller of ravines that never bore an offspring and of fertile plains too

perched inside me are the deserts in glove with stifling humid rains

my facade stretched between prescribed faith & mendicant ways,

equally lured towards obscurity and bling fame

my acts are celibate as the temple purohit and excessing too,

like the dope czar

I’m in perpetual flux,

staticity is lost

like unripe figs seemingly sweet,

but with everlasting bitter taste

the Bath


I take them pills


of those before I bathe

I wash them down with vodka

I have always taken a bath before bed,

as far as I remember

I have to let you know that I only remember as far as the last pills

The bath is at the end,

of the hallway

Dimly lit it is

intentional,by design it is

Only a yellow feeble bulb serves it

hanging by the chord

I pull it

It is hazy

Like those corny drinking places

The haze surrounds me

It has settled on the walls

It perches on the rose window

Its layers the mirrors

I take a dip

settle in

There are doodles drawn on the haze,

on the mirror

I study them

It soothes me

The hot water


the pills (with vodka that i used to wash them down),

i’m not sure

but i feel at home in my bath

I continue studying the doodles


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Passion,Ration & Leading


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