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The Manager… | The Leader… |
Maintains | Develops |
Accepts reality | Investigates it |
Has a short-range view | Has a long-range perspective |
Has his/her eye on the bottom line | Has his/her eye on the horizon |
Imitates | Originates |
Accepts the status quo | Challenges the status quo |
is Classic good soldier | is His/her own person |
is analytical / structured / orderly | is experimental / visionary / creative |
Use the power of logical mind | Use the power of intuition |
Consider dangers | Sense opportunity |
Isolate | Correlate |
Think rivals/Competition | Think Partners/Cooperation |
Correct Strategic Weaknesses | Build on Strategic Strengths |
Administer Programs | Develop People |
Formulate Policy | Set Examples |
Instruct | Inspire |
Control | Empower |
Employ Consistency | Employ Creativity |
Duplicate | Originate |
See Complexity | See Simplicity |
React | Proact |
Plan | Experiment |
Ask How | Wonder Why |
Think Logically | Think Laterally |
is Skeptical | is Optimistic |
Take Charge | Encourage Delegation |
Perform Duties | Pursue Dreams |
is Dependent | is Independent |
Inhabit the Present | Reside in the future |
Want Good | Demand Better |
Follow versions | Pursue visions |
Is Static | Is Evolving |
Easily fire employees | Would rather self-improve employees |
Scrutinize performance | Search for potential |
Fixed | Mutable |
……. and a lot more differentiations can be established. |
A TREE
A tree is not just a tree
With colourful flowers
And leaves green.
But a box of treasure
Which gives us so many gifts.
Its trunk is brown.
Which seems to be wearing
A green-coloured crown.
It is home for many birds
And food for several animals
It is shade for many travellers
And medicine for many patients.
It makes the air clean
And gives out oxygen
So that we can breathe it in.
It provides us with wood
With gum, with food
It also gives us rubber and pepper
And the list goes on, beyond the paper.
Despite so many helps
We humans are being selfish
We kill them which is bad.
We must not repeat this
And stop cutting trees.
Because we are greedy
SUMMER SEASON
Summer season is coming,
Summer season is coming,
With lots of good happenings.
When I see cold drinks,
My mouth starts watering.
We eat and drink cold things,
Like ice-creams and other drinks.
Mostly we wear dresses
The sleeves of which are half of cut
Do you know why?
They don’t make us sweat.
Ok, now I am signing off
For, I am tired of writing
And the sun has stopped shining
FAILURE
Failure is an ignominious word
It is when you don’t prove your worth
Your kinsmen become your critics
Who remember your failure-related antics
In this hour of distress no one come close
Look for sympathy, out it goes.
The pain that lingers
In the heart full of dreams
Is expected to taper
A good outcome of labour.
Still don’t underestimate yourself, man
Think about your capability
Do what you can,
To succeed in this cut-throat
World of competition.
Let them think what they want
You should not scream and shout
For you have to remain
Calm and composed
Because real winners come
NATURE’S GREEN
Green! Green! Green!
What a wonderful scene!
Do not cut that tree
Hope you will agree.
Trees never demand fees,
For their delicious feasts.
Grow many a plant
They really enchant
Have a kitchen garden
Become a ‘green’ captain
Say no to beach litter
As animals feel bitter.
Make our earth clean
HOPE
A broken winged bird unable to fly.
Gorvelling in the dust
Trying to reach high.
But failing despite so many tries.
Fluttering, uttering silent cries
Is nobody there for my rescue?
To paint my life with glorious hues
Oh, when will I taste sweet freedom again,
Will I always be bonded in deep pain?
Just how much will you torment me?
Shall I ever be woebegone, never free!
Many a tear have I shed all this long
So often have I sung melancholy songs.
I am weary of this world, this life
Left is nothing but sorrow and strife
Fears and frustations beset my way
No good, kind words does anyone say,
I do not expect
An act of humanity
From any in this world of
Treason and felony,
Though dejected, I am not yet broken,
Deep down, a quiet feeling is lurking,
That some day all is going to be fine,
There will again be a wonderful time.
My faith in God is unfathomable.
And like the heroine of
Some bedtime fable,
I will be the princess one day.
And with the elves
On a flying horse,
GANGA
She runs across the plains and glaciers
Coming from the deep valleys
And exotic hils.
With unbounded humanity within,
She is the talk of every myth,
And the soul of Indian relics.
A sign of purity in every drop,
Rising and the setting of the sun
She reflects,
Altogether showing the sky down in it,
And the stars twinking in calm water,
And the strength of Indianness.
She never stops for anyone,
But everyone stops to see her,
With unquestioning faith inside,
She plans her odyssey within,
She shines Indian courtesy bright.
Her calmness can stop the time,
Her integrity can bring words
To a mime
Let her trength shine in the sky,
With praises of people
Singing high.
She’s the daughter of the Himalayas,
A lifetime companion
Of the northern plains,
She can either be a fire
Or a friend beside,
Within her lies the wealth of India,
And cries reaching her
Destination (Bay of Bengal),
POLLUTION MENACE
Everywhere there is pollution,
Isn’t there any solution?
Vehicles leave a lot of dust and smoke
Causing the earth to choke.
Pollution itself in a way
Is increasing day by day.
We humans are responsible
For this pollution.
Hence we should try to find
OUR FUTURE IS IN OUR HANDS
We are the future of tomorrow,
We pledge to help each one
Who is in difficulty or sorrow.
Our duty is to help our nation to improve,
By decreasing pollution
And increasing tree groves.
We must follow the right footsteps,
The ones which lead us
To higher pedestals.
We are the ones on whom
The nation depends.
All of us should live with harmony
And be friends.
Let’s end every discrimination,
BOOKS
Books gaze, hopefully they glance
From the glass
Of closed shelves
But they are no more for us
As they were before
The knowledge-granting elves!
Evenings which were spent
Sitting with them bent
Now with a screen,
Red, blue or green,
They disappear, die
As time dispassionately flies.
Months now pass away,
Where they are,
They stay
And we pass our night and day
Sitting in front of computers
Feeling gay.
Self talking and sleep walking only
Nowadays amaze,
The untouchables and lonely
Who still hopefully,
Glance and gaze.
But, come on now,
Break the shelves,
Let us together
Free the elves.
No more now,
Think to overwhelm.
Reunite, reopen, reread them.
See their sea, take a swim
Illuminate their torch