Less is More. Measure and Scale.

Monsoons, are generally dull and boring. I had to keep seeing the beauty in things, the beauty in nature that surrounded me, as I hopped, skipped and splotched along the puddled, graveled road. My morning walk during my holiday break, in a remote town in India. 

 

The sky, a giant canvas that blotted grey ink in twenty shades, the trees swaying like the fans meant for Gods. As the morning light peeped in and out, the vastness of the paddy fields, foliage and sounds of the birds, a perfect pantomime that swathed another 20 shades of green. And as though that wasn’t enough, the small town that this was, was peppered with color that even the Gods would be blinded by.

 

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Lessons at Lunch. Age no bar.

A wisp of smoke curled thru the dense air outside a coffee shop on Orchard’s. I poked at it while listening to a friend of mine, a partner in a leading consulting firm. These sessions are invaluable for me. I usually come out validating some of my work thus pressing onwards, or realizing things need to change. He had rich experiences with M&A and enabling growth strategies.

Rajesh, we grow in any area – be it quality of life at home or business accomplishments or anything else, we listen and then learn what sticks…

those two words right there had my fingers snap at the smoke, planting a grin as wide as a cricket pitch. So, I probed and listened. Somewhere, maybe somewhere he read about the culture my team and I had birthed.

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Train Your Dragon. Build a Growth Business

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Seen the movie “How to Train your Dragon”? I trained mine 35 years ago – a garden lizard. Being a curious little boy, I wondered how I was going to capture this majestic creature as it perked it’s handsome head up and gulped.  Armed with a stick and a makeshift lasso, my mom’s sewing thread, I waited patiently in the garden with my brother till one peeked out from beneath a tuft of grass. Stealthily sliding the lasso over it’s little head, followed closely by a subtle yank, the little dragon was mine.  Of course, no disrespect to animal lovers for I am one.  This crude method, as simple as it sounds, came from a curiosity little boy with the thrill of a ride, amongst resolve, instinct, innovation, practice and collaboration.

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