Blessed one of all

Husband, wife, or child, who is the blessed one of all?

‘Tis a holiday and they are driving through the wild,

“Tell me, Papa, am I prettier than your wife?”

Husband turns around smiling and pats the playful little child,

“Yes, my princess, you are but the sole rose of my life”,

2 am whispers

Sleep deprived, aches trebled, the darkness engulfs flittering memories of the mind,

The yearning is the deepest during the coldest of the hours,

Seek I shall, a tender touch, a fleeting smile, a warm word, if you'd be so kind,

"Hey, you," you whisper, answering one of but a thousand prayers to the gods.

Magic of 2 x 2 matrices

Meeting #101: We were discussing about the prospects of restructuring the team in order to deal with the sudden inflow of additional work in one of our accounts. While we were assessing the potential of each team member, one of the leads, TK, raised this question:

“Why do you think A is not a great resource? Can you think of any metric(s) to evaluate his performance?”

Going the yoga way

All throughout my life, there have been two phrases that I’ve been most afraid of hearing girls say.

One is kind of universal. Some of us guys are like kids in adult bodies – we believe everything we hear without questioning it. Life is simpler that way. So, when a girl pitches in with a “Bro”, we are already picturing a dude holding a mug of beer in hand. It’s worse if she happens to be our crush because we guys would use that term with a girl, only as a signal to her, or in rare cases, to ourselves, that there wouldn’t be any serious relationship down the line.