Friday, June 16, 2006

Some thoughts on compensation

I am not a HR professional and neither do i know much on the theory of compensation or such stuff.

While working one does realise why "compensation" is so called.

It means that the company is compensating your potential by offering you a salary for doing the work that you do.

If one was paid for work the official term should be "pay" not compensation, what say?

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Acid test

In the preplexity that is youth, I woudl want to know how far can we challenge anything? Can we challenge the stars? Do we have to risk all to find out. but time is ephermeal isn't it? There is no 'real' thing per se that one stands to lose.

Hence challenge everything.

The will and the stars, the acid test.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Notes to myself 1

Change comes with a force. A force not to be stopped, a force that can't be.

For every moment that seems to change, is but a child conceived by the many parents before it.

Every moment that you have played with, every moment that you danced and laughed, and of all the moments you cried too. None is a bastard child with an untraced birth. Each with a lineage you can trace back in time...and in your weaknesses and your strengths.

Like a gate who you pass only once, the cost of a irreversibility and the price of progress, you walk through it.

But it is all for the ultimate good.

I hope so, pray so, for you all...and as well as me.

Thursday, February 02, 2006


To state the obvious, for it is in a pensive state of mind can I easily express the conundrums that riddle the deeper recesses of my mind. To wonder whether the current journey stands exposed with the path that I chose to carve or whether it was a tumulus wave of thoughts that crashed suddenly in front, ashore a beach that lay scattered with the remnants of the immediate future whose shore it lays to claim.
It is like living in all totality a novel, read rather easily but with some claim to a fantastic and unusual descriptive power, bought suddenly to life by the many myriads of reality, a seizure of a current phase of time, and the end of a paragraph, nay a chapter whose successor seems at times suddenly dreadful and suddenly exciting.
Time seems to be concentrated in some moments, concentrated by a cleansing of perception that the change brings, and the very change in the making blurs earlier.
Unknown elements, external factors, come out like sudden phantoms and dance a dance like ghosts would, in a sudden explosion of freedom, from the caves of darkness they lay caged in.
Such,(sic-in this case)and such, keeps happening, like an algorithm that beats hidden, underlying in the cycle of all things ( a much better phrase than using the word 'nature')...reminding of the many words of the many men who lived, yet by my limited perception and the deception of nature whom I cannot withhold now, ' myriad expression of light falling on the screen of your perception, the projector - the great known yet unknowable, singularly churning the great drama' which I currently perceive.
It is like an act, me suddenly thrown, a sudden glare of the lights, a flash of brightness, momentarily ceasing anything else, and then like an actor unknowingly emerging, suddenly, ready, in the readiness of the play.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

A joy that cannot be easily defiled

Some joys can be shared with the world at a lesser risk of defiling them, a piece of good writing being one.

There is this poem by W.H Cowper which I had read in high school. Written somewhere in the last pages of 'Wren & Martin' .

Googled it to post a verse. Perhaps you may lke it.


"Some murmur, when their sky is clear
And wholly bright to view,
If one small speck of dark appear
In their great heaven of blue.
And some with thankful love are fill’d
If but one streak of light,
One ray of God’s good mercy gild
The darkness of their night."

---W.H Cowper


Thank you.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Sense doesn't require a garb

Do companies and MBA's find it that difficult to understand?

it = Sense doesn't require a garb.


Friday, October 21, 2005


It happens everywhere...sooner or later.

The concept of currency is very interesting. Currency is a language within an information system and also a measure.

Each of these "systems" have a common blueprint once you have figured out correctly the language used in them.

The currency used in your adult life system will be wealth... Money, primarily, social systems and its interactions shall evolve out of it.

The currency in a b-school would be your CQPI / CGPA or whatever you call the units in which you measure your mutation from a human to a rat ( in most cases, at least).

The same social structures evolve, restricted clubs, hierarchies...Preferences according to your currency holdings.

All these systems are symmetric, in simple words: if you know one, you'll know the other..Provided you get the language correct.

Moral of the story : Take your history lessons seriously.