Love Story
I write this just after getting off the phone speaking to a dear friend. He is helping with the relief effort in Kerala. The magnitude of the calamity does not lend itself to easy estimation of the time or cost of...
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The weaver’s story
It was intrigue that got me to read the card that was packed in along with the saree my mother had bought. It told a story of the weaver who had woven it. My own belief in the power of...
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My dad’s jail term
My dad died of Parkinson’s disease. It is a cruel disease where all your mental faculties are alive but you can’t move a single muscle. Hands, legs, hips, tongue, eyes..! There were spasms of time, when medicines would unfreeze his...
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Slack time is good time
I write this a few hours into landing in India. The only saving grace to my stubborn jet lag is the ton of notes and memories from the dozens of conversations across the USA. That I am enjoying the dead of the night with a steady Mumbai rain...
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Can plenty be a problem?
I have a problem. A problem of a different kind. A problem of plenty. Allow me to explain. For the last couple of weeks, I have been absorbing the sights, sounds, tastes and smells of America. From the bustle of...
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Are you a Leader?
In my conversations with leaders who are making a difference, one thing stands out. Their work, is an emotional journey. It is almost always the case even though some of them make it appear easy and effortless. Often times, misleadingly so....
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Our Lives and Change
At home in Madurai, I saw Viji, our household help and an integral part of the family, in more ways than one, at work. It was a fine morning and she was cleaning up and the porch and drawing a 'kolam'....
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In the spirit of Day 1
Did you know that Jeff Bezos currently has enough wealth to buy a $200,000 house for every homeless person in America (not every homeless family, every homeless PERSON, including kids) and still have enough money left to continue doing what...
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Our Work is Learning- Edition 2
I write this sitting in a dusty village in the deep south. With the sleepy quiet vibe of the village for company and the full moon shining without a strain and the internet connectivity working like a charm. I am...
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Our Work is Learning
Here is the first edition of OWL : Our Work in Learning. I present this sans flourish sans drama. For this work is in its infancy and is learning! Two years ago, I steered away from the corporate world, with nothing more than...
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