"I assembled this team because I am a strong believer in strong personalities and strong opinions. I think that's how the best decisions are made. One of the dangers in a White House, based on my readings of history, is that you get wrapped up in groupthink, and everybody agrees with everything, and there are no discussions, there are no dissenting views.
What made it sadder was that this was the unsaid rule. Nobody questioned it. You just knew your place because of brands like #FairandLovely and the ads they showed. A fairer girl bagged the job, got a better marriage proposal, had a better life!
I was directly admitted to the ICU. Since, I lived with my friends in a rented apartment and spent like there was no tomorrow, we were really doubtful if we could provide for my initial fees. Plus direct entry to ICU, so one can only imagine the cost. But for me, the saving grace was the health insurance policy that I had brought from a friend.
In a world that's scared, anxious and jittery, framing your messages well will go a long way. Here's a classic Akbar Birbal story that reinforces the message for us.
Edmund Hillary, initially a beekeeper from New Zealand and Tenzing Norgay, a sherpa from Nepal, were the first mountaineers to conclusively set foot on the summit of Mount Everest. But journalists were persistently repeating the question: "Which of the two men had the right to the glory of being the first one, and who was merely the second, the follower?"
I let out an internal scream so loud, that the glass panes of the airport facade shattered to a thousand pieces. I imagined it to all accumulate and form one big hammer, which I wielded against just everyone who I could think of: the back-stabbing colleague who had made my day hell; the lost uber driver; the airline staff; the person sitting next to me playing bhajans from YouTube on loudspeaker - I hit them all. Hard. Over and over again.
I have a copy of William Henry’s “Invictus” pinned to my board on my office workstation. As a kid, my dad would often cite this poem, asking me to learn it by heart. Being his pet, I could go da da da on it, reciting it without a second thought. But somewhere between growing up, with no battles to be fought and no demons to be tamed, the poem lost its place to Taylor Swift’s and Avril’s songs.