Harry Baals – and, yes, it is pronounced as “Balls”, remember this, it is important to the story – was the mayor of Fort Wayne from 1932 to 1947 and again from 1951 until his demise in 1954. During his… Read More ›
In the rip roaring 1994 caper ‘Andaz Apna Apna’, Crime Master Gogo, steals each time he bumps into Robert and Bhalla. It simply didn’t matter to him that he was stealing a lowly bicycle, because as he says ‘aaya hoon… Read More ›
We are rivals. Our companies and our rivalry, centenarians in the land of our birth. But here, we are young. Jostling for space in a narrow sliver of a duopolistic market, like shoppers fighting to walk fast in the narrow… Read More ›
Circa 1993, I joined an engineering course in Bombay University. Because, well, that’s the least any self-worthy TamBrahm had to do if he hadn’t cracked the JEE. Doing anything else, like, say, a graduation in science or Arts (Oh! Murugaa!),… Read More ›
Feverishly editing the eight-hundred and twenty-fifth version of the review presentation, hopefully (and ironically) titled ‘reviewmeetingfinalfinal_5.ppt’, I was stuck with an epiphany that made me look at corporate life with new eyes. The rush of blood in your veins making… Read More ›
Walking into the office get-together, you scan your eyes around the room, wave to a colleague standing by the bar, return a smile to another smoking in a corner. You pick up a beer and walk across to a bunch… Read More ›
Walk into any airport and you will be surprised with the number of people wearing headphones. That number seems to have increased in recent years. Perhaps airports are getting increasingly noisier and crowded and as humans, we want to carve… Read More ›
Understanding human attitudes to technology is probably as important as all the technical efforts made for connected cars.
What This Image By The EHT, Ever Hungry Tamilian, really means.
What ails modern marketers
Are marketers addicted to the right substances? My first boss was an alumnus of India’s Harvard University for Sales – Eureka Forbes. In slow months when the month-end target loomed overhead like Gabbar’s sword over Thakur’s hands, we would go… Read More ›
