How true, Mr. Buchanan….

29 01 2008


I hate anything titled “7 habits of” or ” 5 ways to” and the like…but I could not help myself from reproducing the following essay here!

7 signs that employees hate the boss by Leigh Buchanan, Inc.com
There’s a reason Dilbert, The Office, and their ilk are so popular. Satire gets old fast, but the appeal of realism endures. And the real world, sadly, is full of lousy bosses. Someone ought to do a study on where these louts come from.
Were they abused by their own bosses? Did they toss overboard the ballast of human kindness to hasten the ascent of their career balloons? Or is this an example of absolute power corrupting absolutely? Such research might also demonstrate how ubiquitous miserable managers are.
The proliferation of boss-bashing screeds with titles like When You Work for a Bully, Nasty Bosses, and How To Work for an Idiot suggests a plague.
A few months ago I enumerated five ways in which bosses could be great. A bookend column about bad bosses would never fit in this space, because while goodness tends to be monochromatic, badness comes in every color of the rainbow.
But bad bosses of all stripes evoke similar responses in employees; consequently, you can often tell that people hate you, even if you’re not sure why.Inc. readers, of course, are all purebreds among top dogs. But on the off chance that a misfit manager stumbles across this page, here are seven signs that you are a bad boss:
1.The staff has developed guidelines for dealing with you and quietly passes them to new employees. “Never suggest that there might be another way of doing something,” they might say. Or “Act self-deprecating so he doesn’t feel threatened.”
2.You have one or two fanatical acolytes. Yes, such devotion may be a testament to your fabulousness. But often when a boss is perceived as universally loathed, the staff opportunist offers herself up as sole confidante and friend, seeking power and favor at the expense of more honest, critical employees.
3.You never see people walk by. Employees would rather circumnavigate the entire office to get to the coffee machine or bathroom than take the shortcut past your door and risk being invited in.
4.Your 360-degree evaluations come back short and full of generically positive comments, with one very mild criticism (“Sometimes she works too damn hard for her own good”) thrown in for credibility’s sake.
5.People don’t volunteer for your pet projects. The idea sucks, and they’re afraid to tell you, or it’s brilliant, but the consequences for letting you down are too terrible to imagine. And, of course, if it’s your pet project, you’ll probably work on it as well. Which means more time spent…gulp…with you.
6.You have legions of former employees, but they rarely give your name as a reference for new jobs. Either they don’t trust you to give them their due, or they worry that because they were so miserable working for you, your recollections will also be dismal.
7.You have legions of former employees, period. If your staff falls away like linty Post-it notes, ask yourself: Is high turnover the problem? Or am I?





Stable Changes

29 01 2008


The stock market crashed. Circuit break twice on a single day. Gold prices fell. Speculation of increase in gas price.

The performance appraisal for the year is out. Couple of interesting discussions. Motivation zapped. Search for quitters begin.

Power went out. Two candles flicker in the room. Fruits for dinner. When will sleep beckon?





Finely ground’ed’

22 01 2008


Task: Grind a fine paste of tomato, onion

Why is it a task?
I have never used a mixer grinder before. There are no traditional grinding stones in my mini flat aka urban lifestyle (read half the items and three-fourth the space in the kitchen are never used; the rest is occupied by the coffee maker..the machine that makes the guzzling sound)

Procedure:
Put the only plug available in the mixer-grinder in the electrical socket. Plug the jar on the base of the machine. If it does not lock itself automatically, heave it on both sides, and press it a couple of times on the top..Voila! Turn it on. Add the chopped onions and tomatoes in the apparatus. Now comes the toughest part..figuring out which button to press first, second and then third. Begin with the one closest to your thumb. Remember to use the other hand to keep the lid in place; unless you are looking for a nature cure for your face. Count 500..ok I skipped the 99 to 499 part…move to the next switch..repeat exercise..continue repeating until there are no more switches left on the front side of the machine. There is your tomato-onion paste, Eureka.

Result:
I found the manual for using the machine, at the end of the exercise, which I anyways would not have looked into except for staring at the mouth watering pictures of the mentioned recipes.
Nobody told me tomatoes and onions are to be ground separately.





I have a doubt…

16 01 2008


Notwithstanding the dozen theories on Bhutto’s assasination, controversies, chutzpah news items, bomb hoaxes we come across everyday, I have a doubt. Did the BCCI trade to drop Harbhajan in the Perth Test, if only the ban was lifted? Heck the Aussie chickens…(no, don’t flood me with mails about the bouncy track, Chappell’s version of Bhajji’s prowess, Ganguly’s dissent and the likes)





1 Re. less

11 01 2008


One evening, as I was returning home from work, I bought this book for a pittance. It all started with a little game I was playing to beat the traffic stress. I was stuck up in this jam for over 15 mins, and the dull FM channels regurgitating the same ‘latest’ songs interspersed with tidbits of radio jockey’s life stories which I was hell bent on knowing, motivated me to try my luck with the vendors on the road.
First it was the channawala..5 bucks…for a cone..I counted 28 pieces of chana there..I will leave it to you to do the rest of the math. “As a math atheist, I should be excused from this”.
Then I checked out the flower bunches that was being sold…
100Rs for a bunch of red roses…
No, keep 20…
What madam, you wont get even a couple of roses for that price…
Ok, 25Rs…
Ok madam, for you, 60Rs for the bunch. ..
25Rs..take it or leave it…
Madam, please give me 50Rs, will be a blessing, the whole day I have not made any money..
30Rs is my last price…(at this point I realized I do not know what to do with a bunch, that too of red roses..yeah, yeah I am only used to receiving them ;-) )
Madam, 40…
No, 30 ,now don’t block the traffic, time to leave..
Madam, don’t see 10 bucks, take it for 40…
I said 30, now no further arguments (quick I want the green signal, I don’t want the roses)..
Ok Madam, last price 35Rs..
I don’t want it…
what Madam, you will not get it anywhere in the world for less than that..
I told u, I don’t want it..
Madam, I would rather not sell it to you at all (Me cursing the green light)…
then I move a 3 m ahead in the traffic, thanks to a bullock cart (the cart’s driver decided it was quicker to unharness the bullocks and take them one by one to the other end of the road than to let the bullocks haul the empty cart) which cleared an area of 10sq feet ahead of me(pssst… square feet prices in Mumbai are sky rocketing)
Another vendor effortlessly weaving himself in between the cars while balancing a 3 m high set of stacked books in his hand.
show me the last book that u have in your hand..he he..
Argumentative Indian by Amartya Sen…
how much..
395Rs…
yeah, I know that is the price in Crosswords, what’s your price…
250Rs…
what’s your best price…
ok Madam, give me 175Rs…
how many pages does this book have…
What Madam, it is as good as the original…
75Rs (cursing myself as soon as I had uttered it, should have asked for a 50)..
ok, madam, give me 100…
and wait, I cant believe it, I bought it!!
It was another hour in the midst of mindless traffic, honking cabbies, rain-friendly potholes, and under bridges forever under construction, before I had a chance to lay my hands on the book.
The first page of dedications was alright. The second page was even better, I like the book already (more on that later)
And here comes the blow..the third page is missing..the fourth page has milder print…
Stop! I have had a long day already.





The Ghosts of Vasu Master by Chithra Hariharan

4 01 2008

I bought this book with absolutely no expectation. Just picked it up one evening. And I paid the price (literally). Such insipid writing..confused protagonist, making a story out of the travails of old age and ‘confusionism’. The supporting characters are a beetle, a mice and a spider. Took me a long time to complete this one, but I am glad I did and I can now lend it to someone happily without ever hoping that it should be returned in good condition.





If God was a Banker

4 01 2008


I am an avid reader of books/articles/insane stuff. The frequency is normally a good 200 pages every night before sleep. Of late, have become a real sloth even at this. But then, here are my two penny worth of comments. Promise more on this soon.

If God was a Banker by Ravi Subramaniam
I read this book. Period.