Sunday, February 17, 2019

When man management lessons begins at home…


Man management skills has traditionally not been one of my strongest points. But having two kids (with a third on the way), one tends to learn the ropes of management on an almost daily basis.

My elder son is eight and the younger one a year and a half. Fights, though not often, do happen. How do I justly judge them? Putting myself in their shoes isn’t going to cut it, because one of them is a size two and the other a seven.

Very often in their fights, rights and wrongs are separated by a very thin red line. Their quarrels are a veritable minefield that could blow up in your face as a fit of rage or a never-ending supply of tears.

Hence, with each passing day, I realise what a slippery slope management is.

Dealing with monster-sized egos in the workplace and still being able to deliver a quality product on deadline is definitely an inborn talent. It is not a walk in the park. All the bosses I’ve had so far have been born naturals at it.  
Lessons of management begins at home, they say. It’s true. In my case, I get almost daily practical session at least once. And for that reason, I am calmer, and I can think more clearly under pressure.


Kids have a way of teaching you lessons. My two management Gurus at home definitely have me going up a steep learning curve.

Tuesday, January 08, 2019

On the eve of my second date with the Middle East…



The wait, the excruciating wait, continues.

On the one hand, my heart cannot wait to get back to the field and start powering full steam ahead. On the other, I’ve got a better half and two (soon to be three) little halves that make my heart ache at the mere thought of being away from them.

I am not going to be the first or the last person who has to leave his family at home to lead an isolated life across the seas. I may be in the middle of a huge crowd, but I’ll always be lonely inside.

But like the millions of people from Kerala in the Gulf region, the dream of a better tomorrow leads me on. Hopefully, my second stint in the Gulf will be relatively short, compared to my first. But simply put, it is going to be much harder too.

I have packed my bags and my heart in a suitcase. All I need to do now is to take off. And that, my reader, is the hardest part.

Wish me luck, dear reader, as I wait to engage in the second part of my Gulf sojourn!