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When a Late-Night Call Becomes a Wake-Up Call (in More Ways Than One)
Last weekend, a late-night call jolted me awake. A call past midnight is never good news. I woke up with a fright.
Planning to Retire?
If you find yourself on the brink of retirement or planning to retire early, take a moment to read this. You can thank me later.
Ready to Switch Jobs Just for a Pay Raise?
Are you considering a switch to a new job just for money?
Saying Goodbye to a Job You Aren’t Meant For
Have you quit your job when pushed to do something alien to your nature? Ten months into my first job, I faced this. Here's my story.
Best-in-Class HR Practices without an HR Department (No Kidding!)
I worked for nine years, and the HR team was formed only after I checked out. The company had grown large, and it was no longer possible to manage without it.
Your Voice, My Choice
- Erwin Schrodinger
This is what Rajen does in his blog. Picks up everyday instances of lived experiences and presents a thought around them that is eye opening. I particularly remember a part of his writing when he mentioned two of his interactions with Mr V Krishnamurthy 4 years apart. And he said how the gentleman remembered his name. Rajen then presented a thought that changed my idea of relationships, he said Mr V Krishnamurthy remembered a young Rajen from a meeting 4 years ago not because Rajen was important or the person had a great memory. Mr Krishnamurthy remembered Rajen because he cared. I love reading his blogs for such invaluable insights. His interpretation of everyday interactions that can change the way we live life is something all of us can learn from.
Director, Mahika Mishra Foundation
Latest Post
The Mistake I Made at 44 (And What It Taught Me)
I did something eight years ago that two doctors advised against. I insisted. They eventually gave in. And I got exactly what I asked for. I've regretted it since. Funny how that works! We chase a version of ourselves that isn't here yet, only to discover that time was going to deliver it anyway. This piece is about that. And about my mother, who sees the whole thing very differently.
The Rudest Thing People Do (And Don’t Even Notice)
Someone did it to me again recently. Mid-conversation. It's the single most disrespectful thing people do today — and most of them have no idea they're doing it. I've started responding to it differently. In this piece, I write about this habit, why it's more serious than most people think, and what I believe it reveals about the person who does it. You'll recognise someone in here. You might even recognise yourself.
Mohit Sain left my team last week. And is relocating to Sydney today. When he first told me he was leaving, my first thought was "oh no". Over two decades of leading teams, I've been here before — that strange place where you're genuinely happy for someone and quietly worried how to fill the gap. It never gets entirely easier. But I've learned what to do with it. This Saturday, I write about letting go, starting over, and the one question that has guided every such decision I've made.
To every student staring at a result right now — good, bad, or somewhere in between. I was you once. Terrified. Underprepared. Hoping for just enough. What I know now, that I wish someone had told me then, is that the number on that marksheet is one sentence in a very long story. Not the last one. Not even close to the most important one.
I Was Warned Not To. I Did It Anyway. Here’s What Happened.
When I was considering taking on a new job, a well-meaning colleague pulled me aside. "This arrangement doesn't make sense. Think it through. Don't say I didn't warn you." He was confident. He was sincere. But he had no direct evidence. I joined anyway. Years later, I looked back on that decision. Some lessons, you can only learn by crossing the bridge.
How a Chance Morning Visit Launched My Career
It's thirty years since the morning that determined the shape of my career. And the person most responsible for it doesn't know. Because I never got the chance to tell him properly. His name is Shekhar. In 1995-96, he worked at India Feature Service in Delhi and lived in Vasant Kunj. A year later, we lost touch. I've written it down here. If there's any chance this reaches him, I'm asking you to share it. As widely as you can. He deserves to read it.