I am moving half asleep,
yet I go where I got-to.
Like my dad's ox cart pulling,
sleeping rider home.
I am half awake,
Yet I try to stay burning.
Like my Mom's wood-stove -
covered with its own thick ash.
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I am moving half asleep,
yet I go where I got-to.
Like my dad's ox cart pulling,
sleeping rider home.
I am half awake,
Yet I try to stay burning.
Like my Mom's wood-stove -
covered with its own thick ash.
Alright,
If we want to claim we are ready - we need lot of preparation, mock runs! That's what you should do before going oncall.
You don't need to shadow 24/7 but if you know current on-call is good at their job try to shadow them in zoom meetings while they are actually troubleshooting, mitigating issues. I personally learned a lot in this way. Don't ever miss a chance to participate in major incidents where a lot of folks will be pulled in and live troubleshooting will happen. That's great learning opportunity. Make time and keep shadowing.
We bought a vacuum cleaner.
Used it a couple of times—heavy, loud, and barely picked up anything. We gave up on it. In true Indian fashion, where returns aren't exactly Costco-easy, it just became part of the furniture. You buy it, you marry it.
Then came a surprise: a post-sales call from the manufacturer.
The rep started off very politely. I took the opportunity to explain our experience—the disappointing performance, the noise, and how we eventually just went back to relying on our trusty maid and her loyal sidekick: the good old broom.
And then… she snapped.
“Sir, everyone else is using it—why can’t you?”
I was stunned. That call remains one of the most intense post-sales feedback sessions I’ve ever had. To this day, whenever a chef hovers over my table and asks, “How’s the food?” while I’m mid-bite, I instinctively nod and say, “Everything’s great!”
Some scars run deep.
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I remember all this again today while reading some Marketing related literature for UoW Executive-MBA class :)
For some of the projects, in the beginning there is only Unknown!
In these situations, the best strategy a manager can adopt is ** controlled chaos **. This doesn’t mean having no strategy at all; rather, it means learning to navigate and leverage chaos effectively. The key is to embrace the unknown while continuously working toward order.
Building a team isn’t just about hiring people and putting them in a shared space—physical or virtual. A strong team is one where every member feels motivated, empowered, and safe to take action. There’s no universal formula for this; every manager and every team is different. Experiment with different approaches, discard what doesn’t work, and adopt what does. Most importantly, recognize that team-building is an ongoing process, not just something that happens in the first month.
Failure is an inevitable part of any ambitious project, but it’s also a valuable learning opportunity. The key is to create a culture where these lessons are absorbed and applied. Learning from both successes and failures must be embedded in the team’s DNA, otherwise, these insights will be lost.
...The King was furious
A stray arrow from his own camp,
killed his favorite horse.
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He ordered arrows to be fired
Towards his own men.
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He ordered retreat
And marched with anger
To his own fort.
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All the men at arms,
Left to wear different colors.
The king was still furious.
Every night,
I had the same dreary nightmare,
waking me up sweaty, lost and scared.
Always,
I was cuddled -
soothing voice, surrounded me.
Until today,
No warm hands holding me.
No musical notes to make me merry.
Don't get blindsided
King's tone traverses all,
Queen's colors are on flag.
The cogs - shaking, shaping, rotating, oscillating, carrying the burden of whole kingdom -
Are simply cogs without eyes and ears.
When the cogs start sensing
Their aura spreads until it encompasses the royal blue.
He is nobody,
No signs on forehead,
No crown or gowns on head
No colors on clothes.
One day,
He is mending the chores,
Minding his own clock,
Walking the street -
An elephant
garlanded him.
Now,
He weighs life and death for everybody.
Big brother with big stick,
Mending the lines of flock -
Stern yet caring and loved.
Big Don with big gun,
emptying pockets of shun,
cruel, uncaring and detested.
The abrupt shift,
the slice of hand,
the swap of mask,
the turn of hat,
awed everybody.
One always stumbles,
And falls to ground.
It matters to onlooker -
how gracefully they getup -
and fall in line of the great race.