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In one of the organizations I worked, my boss instructed me not to do something. I knew his instructions were wrong. I went ahead, completed the task. Two months later, it succeeded. The issue was resolved wonderfully and it worked. My boss was happy. He said, “see I told you; decision making is not easy, it comes with experience…” I heard his speech. When completed, I hesitatingly said, ‘sir..sorry..but I want to tell you.. I took exactly opposite decision to what you told me…but sir it doesn’t matter, ultimately it was important to succeed…isn’t it sir?” Recalled Shakespeare: ‘To ( do ) say or not to ( do ) say, that is the question’. I was in a dilemma. But I had already shot my response! He looked at me. His eyes balls had popped out. I understood what Cornea, Retina looked like. Saw the venomous hiss sprinting out of his twin-barrelled lips like the bugle sounding the last post, “Never take decisions on your own. Remember you have limited exposure in HR. You are just about growi
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Once, while speaking in one of the forums, I was asked: “Does Non-Poaching agreement with recruitment consultants, work?” I asked him back, if he were to sign one, would he adhere to it and respect it? With a hesitant thought, and to be seen as politically right, he said he would. So ‘there was the answer’, I remarked. He didn’t leave it there. He quipped: “But is it practical? Is it feasible?” I responded: “If, like you, everybody respects, not just the letter but the spirit of the agreement, it’s feasible!” “Hmm...” he muttered, penchantly.   Few years ago, my boss, the CEO, directed me to speak with the HR Head of our competitor company asking me to tell him, “not to Poach from our organization”. I wasn’t convinced, but since the direction turned to dictatorial flaps, I hesitatingly called up the HR Head and requested him accordingly. Short of telling me “go climb a tree” he was polite. Following our friendly conversation, he summarized our telecon saying, “this is a fair world,

You are a Mumbaikar if:

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You have had vada pav from Kirti College gully; you have had Malpoas from Mohamed Ali road; you have played cricket on the road @ Ballard Estate on a Sunday afternoon; you rejoice it took you “only A dai ghanta” to reach Nariman point from Dahisar on a Monday morning by western express highway; you have still not seen the Museum or Jehangir art gallery; you still don’t know what’s inside Dharavi but have eaten idlis from his cycle with a horn; you know that Mumbadevi, Haji Ali, Prabhadevi, Mahalakshmi are not people but names of places; you have survived the local train travel between 8 and 10 am on a working day and proud to speak about the automatic horizontal gravitation push into and outside the train; you have bought plumbing accessories and screw driver from chor bazar; you came out safe and sound after driving through Kalbadevi and Bhuleshwar; you reach your destination and begin your conversations with ‘jaldi aa gaya, do ghante mein’ Mumbai meri jaan