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Spelling Mistakes

Fantasy “Then again, you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, ‘It’s a secret between he and I.’ Or you may end up in some business office, throwing paper clips at the nearest stenographer.  I just don’t know.  But do you know what I’m driving at, at all?” That’s what a teacher tells a student, the protagonist of J D Salinger’s celebrated novel, The Catcher in the Rye .  Holden, the student, was critical of everything around him.  He was confused by the hypocrisy of the adults around him.  The ability of his companions to adjust to that hypocrisy confounded him further.  In short, life confounded him. Holden ended up in a lunatic asylum.  He couldn’t cope with the confounding life.   But the novel ended when Holden was only 16 years old.  What if Holden continued to live beyond the novel, outside the asylum, liberated from his neurotic obsessions with hypocrisy, and ready to accept the world as it really is? He becomes a teacher in a public s

Farewell to a Friend

This is a season of farewells for me.  I have lost count of the persons who have already left or are being hauled up before the firing line by the Orwellian Big Brother in the last quarter of the year.  The person, to whom we bid farewell today, however, had chosen to leave on his own.  He is going as the Principal of R K International School , Sarkaghat, Himachal Pradesh. Mr S K Sharma was a colleague and friend.  He belongs to the species of human beings whose company enriches you and whose departure creates a vacuum, notwithstanding the fact that Nature which abhors vacuum will fill it in its own unique ways.  Administration is an art for Mr Sharma, though he calls it a skill.  Management lessons, strategies and heuristics are only guidelines.  No one can manage people merely with the help of these guidelines.  People are not machines which can be controlled mechanically.  Machines work according to rules.  People do not do so usually.  “... intelligent, alert people

I’m yours Ma’am

[A story in as few words as possible] I’ll get rid of him from the firm in a month, said Ma’am. You’d better rise to the standard set by Ma’am, said he. And Ma'am gave him an extension of another six months. :)

Female Executioner

The executioner swanned along    the corridors that smelt of perpetual repair, With the Cheshire cat's grin on her grim lips, Paused a moment on the way to cheer the bearded man's music not knowing it was sad. And entered where her staff were at work, Executed the day's scrutiny, Ordered a hand chopped off here    and a head there, before retreating to her air-conditioned comfort zone with job satisfaction in her religious heart.