Independence Day, 2047

How old is our country? A toddler, at best.

This long rambling post is where I weigh in on “India at 60″, a day late so that I can spring a surprise on my unsuspecting readers (assuming there is more than 1).

So anybody who knows me knows that I tend to take the optimistic view on this country. Lots of people have listed the achievements, then added a “BUT”, and then concluded with a “things are still precariously balanced, and hopefully the future will be positive”.

I put no BUTs in my post. This is simply because none of the BUTs are new ones. We had poverty in our country 20 years ago. We had poverty in our country 10 years ago. We have poverty in our country today. We will have poverty in our country 10 years from now. We will have it 20 years from now.

Replace the word poverty with discrimination or corruption, build up a lather, rinse and then repeat.

Here comes my BUT:

A thought experiment

What would happen if you took a garden-variety human being, or even a superior model (like me), and sodomised him (yes ‘him’. I’m gender ‘bi-assed’) with a molten stainless steel rod, mutliple times, to the extent that his brains got addled? Well you would end up with a blog like this, of course.

Leadershit Skills

Me, as manager

I would hate to have me as a boss. I’m passive-aggressive, I don’t lead by example, and the boss-me spends lots of time socialising with the higher-ups. Yep, I wouldn’t want to work for me.

Mercifully, I don’t have to, and for the poor shlubs who do have to work under me, well, I get paid to get the work done, not to make friends (although arguably, ‘teamwork’ is a necessary skill)…

At least this confirms that I definitely belong in the consulting field, and not the general management field. We can leave that for the ‘leaders’. Whenever I get stuck on problem, I kinda sit down and think “What would so-and-so do?” where so-and-so are my ex-boss, my dad, and my brother-in-law. Why my brother-in-law? He’s big-time hotshot. Real big. He’s the head of South Asian operations for a multinational bank. Unfortunately, having someone like that as your brother-in-law means people expect great things from you, like owning a duplex apartment in Malabar Hill, like he does. Personally, I’ll be happy if I can just make ends meet, honestly! (confessions such as these restrict me to a certain class of woman as a potential mate…ah well).

Anyways, notice has been given, and I’ll be leaving soon, so at least I don’t have to live with me as boss for too long.