Just arrived

A time in your life when


The distance between the lips and the ears is the shortest

Laughter and tears manifests with equal spontaneity

The world around you is binary and grey is just a colour

You go on sleep mode as soon as the eyes close

Sentences were peppered more with why’s than I’s

You waved at aircrafts and waited for a reaction

You thought babies are born when flowers meet

Constraints belonged to an alien world

A phase which one thinks would never end

Yet unable to indentify later as to when it really ended.

FDI is cool. Why not try that in politics?

The Government’s arguments in favour of bringing 51% FDI in retail are compelling. FDI brings expertise, corrects inefficiencies and brings down inflation. If world experts can help India’s retail, why not bring a similar ‘reform’ in our politics. 50% FDI, anyone?

In every constituency going for polls, a number equal to the Indian political parties contesting will be earmarked for overseas counterparts. This way, the electorate has a wider choice. Maybe, after losing once, the Indian parties will pull up their socks just the way the local kiranas are expected to do in the case of retail.

The best practices of parliamentary functioning world over will also be accessible at home. Imagine a Republican from US and a Labour Representative from UK winning a couple of Lok Sabha seats as a result of opening up of the industry.

Inflation in most developed economies is 2-4%. We will also get overnight benefits, innit?

One might have questions on national security and confidentiality. Let’s build a few safe guards like Home and Defence Ministries and post of the PM remaining with Indian nationals.

This will also help politicians derisk against currency fluctuations as the guy giving kickbacks and the guy using may belong to the same country and use the same currency .

What's more it will be 'one stone two mango' approach. This initiative will both be an FDI as well as an electoral reform!

Primer to Tamil Films

You think you know Tamil movies well? Or a new fan of Kollywood? This one is the first activity for those who are getting to know Tamil films better.. and for the veterans, a tool of reassurance of domain knowledge..
Match the following:

The Raavan Durga Principle of Management

Many of us would be aware about the Hindu mythology’s star villain Raavan and icon of lady power Durga Mata.

Now, note how they are generally depicted:

The relevance of these images to  corporate organisation structures is immense.

Raavan as we all know met with his end in a battle with Lord Rama and the reason that I see is the fact that he had just one pair of hands (the actual guys in operation) being cross guided by 10 heads (the think tank/management). The second image on this page is an even better recipe for disaster where there are multiple heads and hands providing a confused cross and multiple reporting scenario(straight line, dotted line, convoluted line, etc). What's worse is each  hand thinks it is empowered but runs the risk of being overruled by any of the heads. A reverse pyramid or a connfused matrix can never ever work. At best, the hands may prefer to get severed from such confused leadership with conflicting directions.

Both go against the natural rule of unity of command and failure is guaranteed. Even with the best of intentions both at head and hands level, such a structure is dangerous.

Now, take a look at Durga Mata's image. There is one head and multiple hands which indicates clear direction for the operations team and each of the hands have a particular object in hand which ranges from a flower to a sword. A team for all seasons, one clear thinking head. Does success need anything more? Hence the respect from everyone and celebrations galore.

Okay, time for gas refill...!

A snail paced century

Hello friends! Glad to inform you that this is vaaman’s 100th post. It’s taken six years and considering that the second fifty took five of those six years, it has not just been nervous nineties but I guess it has been nervous 70’s, 80’s and 90’s. Though there could be multiple reasons as to why the blog could not have crossed the milestone much earlier, I would like to focus more on what this journey has meant to me. Seriously, the journey outshines any milestone!

As I mentioned in my 50th post, this blog has helped me express my thoughts freely to a larger demographic spread and helped me win new friends. As I was refreshing my memory by reading through the earlier posts, it gave me a great insight into what were the various thoughts and ideologies that I had and how they have shaped me into whatever I am today.

Vaaman helped me discover the blog poet in me (a clan equivalent in grade with a bathroom singer). The fact that I wrote about creating wealth than laying claim to a portion of the pie way back in 2006, vindicated my jump into entrepreneurship band wagon was not after all an overnight decision.

After the initial 60 odd posts, the entries have been sporadic at best and that has reflected in the reduced eyeballs as well. Though I keep promising that I will be more regular, it pains me that I have never been able to fulfill that. And the learning is that, I don’t promise higher frequency now either, but whatever deserves a mention will surely not miss out on some bytes in vaaman. A cursory analysis of the scribbling suggests that bulk of the content are on relationships, cities, politics and movies.

Thanks for all the comments and feedback all through these years. Looking forward to hear from you in future as well.

pyaar bhari maang :)

तुझसे मिलके बड़ी खुशी हुई


बस इतना बोलके निकल जाने से

मुझे खुशी थोड़ी ना होगी

अगर बात और नहीं बड़ा पाऊँ

तो मेरे साया से भी पीछे पड जाऊँगा



तो जैसे सब लोग करते हें

मैंने भी उससे दोस्ती किया

कोफ़ी पीते थे हम साथ साथ

राज़ हम बाँटते थे एक दूसरे के साथ

धीरे धीरे बाहर की मौसम जो भी था

मन के अंदर तो सावन ने घर बसा लिया



प्यार से दुनिया भरने का भाषण सब देते हैं

फिर प्यार की बातें करना इतना मुश्किल क्यूँ हैं

अगर दोस्ती बस एक बहाना था और प्यार एक वजह

क्या इस बात पे छूटेगा अपना हाथ

पूरे डेरींग के साथ जब बोलने गया दिल की बात

बस एक ही बात बोली उसने

क्या दोस्त से नहीं तो दुश्मन से करेगा कोई प्यार?

From Up there

I am nothing but a ball just hanging out there


You dearies get confused between

How I look and what I really am

I have no shine of my own,

And marred to the core

The unconditional love baffles me

For I just reflect what is thrown at me

You adore me at every stage of my rise and fall

Full, half or even stained

Even when I am completely invisible

You celebrate it as a thief’s night out!

Barring the power to alter the tides

There is hardly anything I do

Can’t imagine how I would be celebrated

If I really was the source of all the joy

Like the Sun or something