<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Sep 2024 04:56:49 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Children and Parents</category><category>A brush with the largest democracy</category><category>This is exasperating.</category><category>2010 resolutions</category><category>Individual Social responsibility</category><title>Gayatri&#39;s own</title><description>This is a space for me to share my views on some professional and corporate aspects of work and my thoughts and observations on life in general.</description><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-4575069807915296972</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2015 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-06-15T10:37:04.947+05:30</atom:updated><title>My Mother Superior</title><atom:summary type="text">
My mom turned 80 today.&amp;nbsp; She is not around anymore to celebrate that. 
She was a feisty kid brought up in Kolkata&amp;nbsp;for her formative years. She did extremely well especially in that haloed subject , Maths or Kanakku as all TamBrahms know it. She always got 100 out of 100. 
World War 2 arrived and Kolkata was not considered safe anymore So my Grandpa sent his family back to his village </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2015/06/my-mother-superior.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-7684353483534325114</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2014 18:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-26T23:50:23.868+05:30</atom:updated><title>Perspectives on Money from cradle to adulthood</title><atom:summary type="text">
Money makes the world go around and it makes people go round the world. 

In my time we counted money and most of us had seen our parents earn just enough to be counted in about 10 minutes flat. Then the amounts increased, the currencies and the assets varied.

My perspective changed as I saw my kid look at money in a different way. Karthik is an articulate kid who voiced his thoughts well and </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2014/07/perspectives-on-money-from-cradle-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-8913290812688791040</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2014 16:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-30T11:00:46.358+05:30</atom:updated><title>Grassroots innovation. &quot;Bai&quot;Chara</title><atom:summary type="text">
I just returned from a meeting entitled &quot;Orbit shift&quot;. It was about innovation. They passed out fortune cookies with very different thought provoking piece of writing. So the guy next to me took two cookies &amp;nbsp;to gain more wisdom, I presume. When he broke open the cookies, he found time tested wisdom. This I surmised from the fact that both the cookies had identical wordings . I don&#39;t </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2014/01/grassroots-innovation-baichara.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-6758957903916349080</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jul 2013 03:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-15T08:56:23.156+05:30</atom:updated><title>Nirvana or redundancy</title><atom:summary type="text">
I am hardly 50 (Ahem). My son is 24, has a good job, lives on his own in a different continent and is self sufficient. I had spent more than fifty percent of this first two thirds of my life being a caregiver to son, mom, uncle etc. My husband is poorly trained in domestic matters. He did manage to live off frozen foods and&amp;nbsp; eating out when he was in the US.

Recently I hopped over to my </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2013/07/nirvana-or-redundancy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-641115687212853021</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Mar 2013 11:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-05T17:13:14.474+05:30</atom:updated><title>Business of business cards</title><atom:summary type="text">
I have been on my own for more than 15 years and hence I need a business card. Traditional wisdom is that you should collect as many cards from as many people as possible. It goes on to say that you should also distribute it to as many people as you can. At one point I believed I could spot the guys and gals who were branching off to an independent business by their eagerness to give out their </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2013/03/business-of-business-cards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-7529907360477988697</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2012 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-13T22:27:14.357+05:30</atom:updated><title>MBA -Master of Bogus Activities</title><atom:summary type="text">
I am now at an age where I am at&amp;nbsp; crossroads. Most of my duties as caregiver to my tiny tot, parents and in laws have ebbed off. I can afford 3 or 4 square meals, a roof and a vast of expanse of cloth needed to cover my modesty. So while I make professional appearances and do paid work, I can afford to do pro bono work as well apart from giving to my chosen charity . One such chartiy is in </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2012/11/mba-master-of-bogus-activities.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-1458570215881777570</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2012 13:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-13T18:44:32.132+05:30</atom:updated><title>Little one&#39;&#39;s little love</title><atom:summary type="text">
As anyone who knows me would know, I have a son. He is a big boy now. He was little once. He is not demonstrative, but shows a little hint of affection once in a while.

Between 1997 and 2002 we visited the US quite often , mostly spent the months of April and May there. And it is in this period that mothers&#39; day is celebrated . At first he couldn&#39;t understand how my birthday could change. He </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2012/11/little-ones-little-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-1289334533220708606</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2012 07:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-06T12:47:07.097+05:30</atom:updated><title>Appreciating my Origins- Where I am from</title><atom:summary type="text">
This is a piece of poetry I wrote in a confluence on &quot;Appreciative Inquiry. Here it goes:

WHERE I AM FROM 


I am from my mother&#39;s womb
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With my dashing father as the Groom 
I am from joyful Kolkata
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And from Koti and from Kota
I was made in Delhi&#39;s Patli Gali
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With Ingredients from Bengaluru&#39;s </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2012/08/appreciating-my-origins-where-i-am-from.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-2378963625469739584</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2012 02:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-01T08:29:41.099+05:30</atom:updated><title>My new pre-occupation</title><atom:summary type="text">I have enrolled in a course which will lead to my being certified as a Professional coach. It is a pre-occupation for 2 reasons. The first reason because it occupies a large part of my day on most days. The second is because I hope to make it part of my occupation from June 2012 onwards.I have a separate blog on my coaching journey which is still stuck at the starting post. I have many friends </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2012/03/my-new-pre-occupation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-7487715146064023354</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-19T14:57:01.142+05:30</atom:updated><title>Stories from my father land</title><atom:summary type="text">I attended a ceremony which is conducted when a person reaches his/her 60th birthday. My cousin reached that milestone and decided to invite friends and family to one such ritual based ceremony. If the birthday boy or girl is married at this stage, they celebrate it by having a marriage ceremony. To westerners and uninitiated Indians, this is like renewing your marriage vows. I went to cheer the </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2011/10/stories-from-my-father-land.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-6342665896388453266</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2011 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-06T10:17:51.299+05:30</atom:updated><title>Jobs and Palin-Way of the world</title><atom:summary type="text">
Steve Jobs died at the age of 56,&amp;nbsp; at what can be considered a young 
age. Almost every life I know has been touched by Apple and at least one
 if its products. For some it is buying and enjoying the product. For 
some like me, it is dealing with incessant demand for money to buy those
 product. For a very close friend , it was the dilemma of how to get her
 two sons to share the one </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2011/10/jobs-and-palin-way-of-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-5650722797033958549</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2011 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-16T21:41:34.373+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Children and Parents</category><title>101 % cut off</title><atom:summary type="text">Long long ago in what seems like a different galaxy, I did not get admission to VJTI in Mumbai since my mark was half a per cent below the cut off which was a modest 84%. If my dad had been a defense personnel or better still SC/ST , I would have been in. Not having such luck, I joined B.Sc and life went on quite smoothly in spite of this admission hiccup. I had some 10 marks grace for having </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2011/06/101-cut-off.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-8165062510060751724</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Dec 2010 09:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-29T15:09:17.958+05:30</atom:updated><title>Silver Jubilee Re-union (SJR) XL-85</title><atom:summary type="text">We had out SJR on 26th and 27th December 2010. The poem is horribly written and desperately rhymed. Some of the words would not have any meaning unless you were in XL between 83 and 85.This is an Ode to our SJRBecause to some the entire 2 days was all fog and a blurWe had to miss TM and Arun who have passed onOthers should plan so that they they make it to the next reuni-onLord Srinath was </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2010/12/silver-jubilee-re-union-sjr-xl-85.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-9180193227006027601</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2010 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-02T21:13:19.264+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Children and Parents</category><title>Made my day</title><atom:summary type="text">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0                                 false   false   false      EN-IN   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2010/10/made-my-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-4104595219384903275</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-06T22:55:30.748+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A brush with the largest democracy</category><title>No use by date for India</title><atom:summary type="text">A friend of mine had posted a link to Shekhar Kapoor&#39;s blog about how he got his blackberry repaired in six minutes in the interiors of India. Indians have always known the ground realities. When we look for a house in a high rise being next to what some would call slummy areas is not always a disadvantage. And it is fun to shop and walk in these areas.I was walking by today and as I often do, I </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-use-by-date-for-india.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-5835661368950879920</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 03:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-05T09:32:37.658+05:30</atom:updated><title>HR Carnival is over</title><atom:summary type="text">Just woke up after a good night&#39;s sleep which is what was somewhat missing with calls, emails etc going into the night for the past week. No photos yet since I don&#39;t take pictures with my cellphone usually. However I can report that it was quite a foot tapping evening and we had a decent turnout. Here&#39;s what happened.We had a talent hunt with about 20 odd participants. These were all HR </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2010/07/hr-carnival-is-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-7161155379894560533</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2010 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-04T10:01:40.837+05:30</atom:updated><title>HR Carnival---The fraternity is headed to NIMHANS!!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">Today, July 4, 2010  is the day when the hectic activities of the past  2 months culminates. We are part of National HRD Network and are in the EC ( Execution committee.... those who get executed for not doing things and even doing things...)Our annual day has been delinked from our AGM and has now been dedicated to pure networking, fun and maybe some learning. We are ready with everything from </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2010/07/hr-carnival-fraternity-is-headed-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-6976937352646530187</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-10T10:55:00.927+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">This is exasperating.</category><title>Committee and horses and camels</title><atom:summary type="text">They say that a camel is a horse designed by a committee. I am part of a committee and unnecessarily active part at that. And I believe the saying should be reversed. We set out to make a camel and cannot reach the necessary heights and we have a donkey on our hands.Every committee has two sets of people . Those who do and those who promise to do. And I will not even get into who takes credit for</atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2010/06/committee-and-horses-and-camels.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-7757290097070161769</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 09:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-08T15:10:14.046+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2010 resolutions</category><title>A matter of time.</title><atom:summary type="text">I was sitting comfortably with my son (just past teen) and I was telling him how I liked my new routine and felt very good about it. He listened carefully and then said,&quot;Oh! So you have now got used to you new weight , is it?&quot; That set me thinking. I thought about two little stories which I will now narrate in my clumsy fashion.There were two men arguing vehemently, There was a Jesuit Priest </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2010/01/matter-of-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-1629107088799814477</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-04T00:21:58.447+05:30</atom:updated><title>God S(h)ave India</title><atom:summary type="text">
There was a serious announcer with  what seemed like breaking news. She talked about this movement to groom Indians (males presumably) by making them clean-shaven. I have not been to Punjab recently, but my guess is that the state may have far less people to target.   Is India so jobless that their hirsute citizens do not shave or are advertisers really bereft of ideas.

I plan to write to a few</atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2009/12/god-shave-india.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-6986635121014171732</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T20:06:22.577+05:30</atom:updated><title>M S ( M Subramanian)... My HR Icon is no more</title><atom:summary type="text">In my twenty plus years of confident strides, I have not been much in awe of many people. MS is one of those few people. I was very saddened when I saw a small obituary declaring that he passed away on November 10, 2009.I did my very first assignment in Competency with him when he was with Madura Coats . He had the cleanest desk I had ever seen. Yet he could produce any document that he needed </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2009/11/m-s-m-subramanian-my-hr-icon-is-no-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-1314970251167932947</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T11:01:32.051+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">This is exasperating.</category><title>Neither fair nor lovely</title><atom:summary type="text">I was always put off by the concept of a fairness cream. There was nothing very fair about that whole idea. Not even the gender balancing act of a fairness cream for men could change my opinion. But it is a multi-billion rupee industry. That could now become a trillion one. This is how. I recently saw an advertisement by a brand which I trust a lot and which is to the best of my knowledge new to </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2009/10/neither-fair-nor-lovely.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-6768621292743907516</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 09:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T14:59:28.752+05:30</atom:updated><title>Nobel for Obama</title><atom:summary type="text">The Nobel&quot;peace Prize &quot; has been awarded to Mr Obama. I am racking my brain and the newspapers to find that one bit of information which will convince me that he more than anyone else deserves this award in this year itself.I admire Mr Obama greatly and was thrilled to bits when he won the Presidency. (Not being a US citizen, I could not vote...) Even now I support him in his efforts. If he </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2009/10/nobel-for-obama.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-8667157814045314243</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 03:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T14:08:47.894+05:30</atom:updated><title>Be all that you can be... Not necessarily</title><atom:summary type="text">I am on a diet for the first time in my life.... The Diet includes most things I like. It still cramps my style. That style in my native language is called &quot;Sappadu Rami&quot;. A long standing friend of mine loosely translated it as &quot;Piglet&quot;. I realised her affection for me in not shortening that lovely word. And all this came about since I took this term meant to maximise potential too literally. I </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-all-that-you-can-be-not-necessarily.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568433853412258428.post-3508287486095213614</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 12:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T17:56:51.167+05:30</atom:updated><title>Transitioning ahead of Time</title><atom:summary type="text">It is now 12 years since my father Prof.Y Satyamurthi (1931-1997) passed away. I started my freelance career in 1994. My very first assignment was a 1 day programme at Maxworth Orchards ( Which ia also no more...) I did it with him by my side as a co-faculty.Before I started off my own, we zeroed in on the name Transitions . He helped draft this note describing my one woman outfit which I had </atom:summary><link>http://gayatrikrishnamurthy.blogspot.com/2009/09/transitioning-ahead-of-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gayatri Krisnamurthy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>