Thursday, June 12, 2025

The Perils of Perception: When Manager Bias Undermines Talent

In today’s corporate world, where productivity, innovation, and collaboration are paramount, one of the most silent yet damaging forces at play is managerial bias particularly the bias formed from first impressions and perceived visibility rather than actual, proven capability. This subtle but pervasive tendency can cripple team morale, hinder organizational growth, and drive away high-performing talent.


The Bias Trap: Visibility Over Value

Many managers, consciously or not, fall into the trap of equating visibility with value. The employee who speaks confidently in meetings, who stays late when leadership is watching, or who is socially comfortable navigating office politics often ends up with opportunities, recognition, and trust.

Meanwhile, the employee who quietly delivers consistent results, who troubleshoots complex problems without fuss, or who supports peers behind the scenes may go unnoticed—not due to lack of merit, but due to lack of perceived presence.

This is not a commentary on introversion versus extroversion—it’s about confusing theatre with performance.


First Impressions: A Faulty Foundation

Human psychology leans heavily on snap judgments. We’re wired to form impressions in seconds. But when managers base ongoing evaluations on those first few conversations or interactions, they lock themselves into an outdated lens.

A nervous first meeting, an awkward reply, or a lack of polish shouldn’t outweigh a track record of reliability, creativity, or technical depth. Yet it often does.

And the damage? Promising employees are sidelined. Projects suffer from poor resourcing choices. Quiet excellence is mistaken for lack of ambition.


The Cost of Confirmation Bias

Once a manager forms a quick judgment “He’s not leadership material” or “She’s not confident enough” subsequent evidence is often filtered to confirm that belief. Even achievements get dismissed or downplayed: “That success was a fluke,” or “It was a team effort, not hers.”

This confirmation bias becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. The employee receives fewer stretch assignments, less visibility, and ultimately, fewer chances to prove the judgment wrong.


Why This Hurts the Organization

Bias isn't just unfair to individuals, but it undermines the organization itself:

  • It rewards style over substance.

  • It demotivates the very people who keep operations steady and resilient.

  • It leads to poor succession planning, as potential is mistaken for polish.

  • It cultivates a culture of performance anxiety rather than trust.

When decision-makers favor visibility and likability over competence and consistency, organizations suffer from inflated egos and shallow output.


Rethinking Leadership Judgments

Good managers recognize and correct their biases. Great managers systematize against them. Here’s how:

  • Audit Opportunity Distribution: Who’s getting the high-impact projects and why? Are quieter employees being considered?

  • Evaluate Outputs, Not Optics: Look at deliverables, not just demeanor. Reward outcomes, not charisma.

  • Solicit 360 Feedback: Peer reviews often reveal strengths that don’t surface in top-down evaluations.

  • Challenge Initial Judgments: Ask yourself regularly “What if I’m wrong about this person?”

  • Create Multiple Avenues for Visibility: Not everyone shines in meetings. Provide platforms like written reports, 1:1s, or asynchronous showcases of work.


Conclusion: Talent is More Than a First Glance

Judging employees primarily on first impressions or surface-level visibility does more harm than most managers realize. True leadership lies in cultivating an eye for depth, giving space for potential to emerge, and ensuring that merit defines success.

Because the employee you’re overlooking today may be the one holding your team together tomorrow.


Wednesday, May 28, 2025

 AI for Real Change: Why We Must Shift from Vanity to Vitality in Artificial Intelligence Use

In recent years, artificial intelligence (AI) has become an astonishingly powerful tool. It writes emails, generates hyper-realistic images, answers questions, and churns out articles at the click of a button. These tasks, while impressive, represent a shallow fraction of what AI is capable of. Unfortunately, the current mainstream application of AI is overwhelmingly centered around convenience, vanity, and entertainment, rather than addressing the core socio-economic and environmental challenges that deeply affect billions of people—especially in countries like India.

This obsession with using AI for cosmetic tasks is not just a missed opportunity; it’s a societal misalignment of priorities.


The Disconnect: Artificial Intelligence vs. Real-World Problems

India, with its vast diversity and complexities, is a prime candidate for AI-led transformation. Yet, we continue to direct AI’s formidable power toward tasks that, while commercially attractive, are trivial in comparison to the real crises at hand.

Consider agriculture—still the backbone of India’s rural economy. A staggering portion of Indian farmers remain dependent on unpredictable monsoons. Crops fail when rains fail. Prices crash when yields are too high. Despite this volatility, AI has not been robustly directed toward optimizing crop cycles, building predictive models for rainfall, or designing real-time advisory systems for small farmers. These are solvable problems with the right AI applications.

Similarly, a lack of data-driven governance continues to impede India’s social welfare schemes. We have the technology to map economically backward populations and ensure targeted delivery of government benefits, but this remains underdeveloped. AI could create a real-time, adaptive system that identifies people in need, reduces leakage in funds, and improves transparency—yet it's largely unused in this domain.


Wasting Potential on Digital Mirrors

Instead, the most widely celebrated use cases for AI include:

  • Writing emails and essays for professionals who are often already well-off.

  • Generating portraits and fake photography to fuel social media likes and virtual influencers.

  • Composing product descriptions for e-commerce platforms selling to the urban elite.

This isn’t innovation—it’s digital indulgence. We are training powerful minds and building revolutionary technology only to help CEOs avoid typing emails and influencers craft better captions.


The Real Mandates for AI in India

Let’s talk about what AI should be doing:

  1. Rainfall Prediction and Smart Irrigation
    Using satellite data and historical weather patterns, AI can help predict rainfall and optimize irrigation schedules. This would make agriculture more resilient and reduce dependency on monsoons.

  2. Efficient Disbursal of Welfare Schemes
    By analyzing census data, mobile usage, bank records, and other socio-economic indicators, AI can help identify beneficiaries for welfare programs, ensuring that no one is left behind.

  3. Sustainable Infrastructure Planning
    AI can be used to map traffic flows, optimize road networks, and propose environmentally sustainable transport solutions, especially in densely populated urban and semi-urban areas.

  4. Tracking Marine Ecosystems
    With India’s vast coastline, AI can track migratory fish patterns, prevent overfishing, and recommend sustainable fishing practices—balancing economy with ecology.

  5. Food Safety Monitoring
    From analyzing supply chains to detecting banned additives in packaged food, AI can ensure safer food reaches Indian households. This is crucial in a country plagued by under-regulation and health crises.


A Call to Redirect the Narrative

AI doesn’t need to be flashy—it needs to be effective. It’s time Indian policymakers, tech entrepreneurs, and researchers redirected their focus. The goal should be impact, not impression. India has the talent and the technological base to lead in AI-for-good, but not if we continue to feed the demand for automation of luxury.

If we want AI to be a tool of empowerment, it must be grounded in the lives of those who need it most—not just those who can afford to play with it.

It is time to demand a shift—from aesthetic AI to actionable AI. Because in the battle between likes and lives, the choice should be obvious.


Let us not build intelligence that looks good. Let us build intelligence that does good.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Emotions and Shit

I dread feeling happy now 
because happiness is very shallow 
like the calm before the storm
the silence before the outburst
the purring before the growl

Don't take me wrong
don't call me a pessimist
I cannot help feeling sad when I am happy
because it is only sadness that I have ever known
Hurt has been my constant companion
Distress has been one of the mistresses
And worry has been the dog that snipes at my ankle

I dread feeling happy 
because I know it is not for real
When I am happy, I wait
for the axe to fall and cut it to pieces
That is when I am really happy
looking down upon the sorry bits 
What had been a beautiful cloth
is lying now in tatters
I clap my hands in glee and laugh
because i have been proven true 
For I knew it was not permanent
now that it has died, I rejoice

I dread looking back
I know what I would find
In the pond of self pity
am dancing in glee
slowly sinking into despair
but then I don't think I can be saved
because I dread feeling happy

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Bundle of Joy

So here I am, standing at the cusp of fatherhood feeling like a fisherman's wife standing on the beach waiting for the boat to come in.  I really cannot believe how much I am looking forward to be a father, to hold the bundle of joy in my arms, to look into the baby's eyes and realize that this is what I have waited for all these years, to believe in the God in whose existence I have doubted in moments of despair. 

Let me confess, I love babies. I love their wrinkled skin. I love those teeny weeny fingers and toes. I love the almost bald head and beady eyes. I love the toothless mouth and the button noses. I love the twinkle in their eyes when they smile. I love the sound of their laughter.  I love to see them drool. I love to see them explore their environs. I love to see how they turn their heads towards sound. I love how they latch on to your face and then watch your every move.  I love the little noises they make to communicate. I love the powdery smell. I love when they hold your hands with those tiny fingers. I love to hear the giggle when they are tickled. I love everything about babies. God knows I cant wait to hold my own.

We are waiting for the stork now.  My wife is anxious and deliriously happy.  I am worried and intoxicating happy.  We hope everything goes well. We know everything would. I would have loved my father-in-law to be there along my baby's other grandparents to shower his blessings, but fates decided otherwise. I am sure he is watching.  I sure hope the Gods that we pray to and the people whom we might have done good deeds for would bless us and our baby.  Looking forward to our little bundle of joy, the sleepless nights, the vomit and poop on our clothes, the untimely feedings, the midnight calls to the pediatrician over trivial concerns, the milky smell that will be party of our lives for the next one year, the worries and the anxieties, the stress and the happiness.  Let me tell you, you yet unborn baby, we love you with all our heart, the sort of unconditional love that we have reserved for you as we await your arrival.


Monday, July 9, 2012

Harijans - The Forgotten People of God


Gandhi called them Harijans - People of Hari, the supreme lord.  Now in this era, they are ashamed of that name.  Why would anyone be ashamed of calling themselves Harijan you may ask?  That's because this is the Indian Society.

The Constitution states that all Indians are equal, but the architects of the Constitution forgot that in a feudalistic society, some are more equal than others.  The caste system that is so deeply ingrained in us Indians, almost like one of the strands of our DNA, cannot be washed away so easily.

 So who is responsible for this? We all are, individually and collectively.  How?  Let us look at things from an individual perspective.

Hypothetically let us assume that I am from the upper caste.  If my parents are ardent believers in caste system, I can expect to be indoctrinated in all aspects of caste system and socially acceptable behavior towards the "lower castes."  If I do not question this age-old beliefs and tradition and believe in them blindly, it is a given that I will pass on these beliefs to my kids too.  That creates a whole new generation that believes in caste system and doesn't see anything wrong in the injustice being meted out to a section of people just on the basis of their birth.

From a group perspective, if being part of the society that hands out such injustice to others, I do not raise my voice against this nor try to mobilize people against it, then I am inadvertently contributing to this evil.  The casteist society pollutes its kids from a very young age with caste stratification. In a society that prides itself on maintaining age-old demeaning customs and traditions, justice and equality for all can never be expected.

This is what is happening in India.  This is India's shame, Its hidden apartheid.

You say, we agree that citizens and society are contributing to it, but what is the Government doing about it?  What are the politicians doing about it?  Can't the Government rectify this situation?

The Government, well let us see what the Government actually did to worsen the situation.  The Government officially identifies discriminated lowest castes under Scheduled Castes. Yes, the Government made it official.  Instead of identifying the historically discriminated and downtrodden people as economically backward and then initiating reforms for them, the Government classified the same group as Scheduled Castes opening them to more discrimination from hitherto unknown quarters.  You ask, what about the schemes that the Government undertook for the Scheduled Castes, I tell you they met the same fate as the scheduled castes themselves.

Are politicians contributors to it? Yes, they are. They work more towards keeping the caste-divide line visible than rubbing it off because poverty and untouchability sells in politics.  So when Rahul eats at a Dalit's house, it makes news.  A corrupt lady can become the CM of the biggest state in India on the foundation of caste politics. Untouchability sells in Indian politics.

So how do we rectify this situation?

Let us start with scriptures. They are always held as the culprits in promoting the caste system and every feudal lord hides behind the lines of the scripture.  The quotes from scriptures are spouted by one and all for every demeaning practice that is prevalent in the name of the caste.

Go back and read the scriptures again.  Interpret them for what they mean and not for what they seem to mean.  Identify what they proposed.  You may quote Manu in support of the caste system, but I will quote Sage Bhardwaja who said that when everyone is governed by the senses, emotions, hunger, lust, then why do we have caste differences?

If you tell me that Varanas in caste system are based on the differences in skin color and the resultant caste stratification according to it, I will call you racist and present before you a black Brahmin.

Bhavishya puran rightly says that when all four classes were made by God and that God is our father, how can we as his children have different castes.

Coming to individuals,  we should identify the caste system as evil and a detriment to democracy.  We should be careful as to not pass this legacy to our kids.  We should ingrain in them a love for all and a strong belief in justice and equality for all. 

As a part of the society, we should raise our collective voice against this system and take an oath to eradicate it.  Support intercaste marriages. They will dilute the differences and eradicate the system.

What the Government can do?  How about reforms for the economically downtrodden and not based on caste classifications?  How about never asking me for my caste on any of the official forms?  How about doing away with usage of surnames on official documents and just identifying an individual by their father's or their mother's name?  How about doing away with reservations?  How about a strong anti-discrimination law?  How about classifying untouchability as apartheid and racism?  How about banning caste-based political parties?  How about banning khaps?

The revolution will come. It will come one day.  The oppressed will rise one day to wash away the injustice, but what about the destruction it will leave in its wake. Let us not wait for such a day. Let us not stoke the fire.  Let us act now.

Let us wish for an India where politicians don't go to the press when they eat at a dalit's house, where a president is not hailed or written about just because he is from a lower caste, where news headlines do not highlight the caste of the victim, where a student with good marks is always given first preference.

When God does not discriminate between a flower offered by a Dalit and a Brahmin, who are we to discriminate?

To round up things, a doha from Sant Kabir:

Pothi Padh Padh Kar Jag Mua, Pandit Bhayo Na Koye
Dhai Aakhar Prem Ke, Jo Padhe so Pandit Hoye


Friday, May 4, 2012

Loneliness

My heart, my fellow traveler
It has been decreed again
That you and I be exiled,
go calling out in every street,
turn to every town.
To search for a clue
of a messenger from our Beloved.
To ask every stranger
the way back to our home.

In this town of unfamiliar folk
we drudge the day into the night
Talk to this stranger at times,
to that one at others.

How can I convey to you, my friend
how horrible is a night of loneliness
 It would suffice to me
if there were just some count
I would gladly welcome death
if it were to come but once.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Happiness

Why is the heart so unhappy?
I have nothing to complain
Things I have lost, i have gained
Things I have gained, I have lost
Again
So, Why is the heart so unhappy?

Events in my life
Both pleasant and unpleasant
have balanced out each other
Always
Then, Why is the heart so unhappy?

Found love
Lost it
Found it again
In a lovely wife
Who loves me like crazy
The fact that I do the same
Makes it more beautiful
But
Why is the heart so unhappy?

Never had much money to start with
Made some, got foolish with it
Lost a lot, got some back
Never cared much about money
Still
Why is the heart so unhappy?

The question I ask myself
Dont you have enough
to be happy
Then why are you not
I search for the answer
in the myriad thoughts
in my head
Could not come up with
Answer to
Why is my heart so unhappy?

I guess it is my mind
that is playing games
Shows me only the thorns
in the garden of flowers
Negativity and cynicism creeps in
I try to fight
I want to be happy
if not for me
but for her
to see the smile on her face
every morning and night
I have to be happy
I decide to be happy

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Imperfections of a Judiciary System

Let me start this with a story. 

I was once a  teenager.  To say that my teen life was fun would be an understatement.  It was really over the top at times. We had lot of fun.  Our idea of fun usually involved some gray "fun" which did not seem gray at that time.  Let us visit some of the gray fun.  One of the oldest tricks ( I would call it fun) was looking at someone's dingdong when they were peeing and then describing it to others much to the chagrin of the victim.  Also at times, the inherent curiosity prevalent amongst Homo sapiens about genitalia during those growing-up years would lead to instances of kids checking out each other's dingdongs. No! homosexuality was not involved; just plain curiosity. Those caught "checking out" would automatically become the object of "soft ridicule" and the "butt" of jokes that summer.  The brave took it on with a smile. The weak kept quiet. The sensitive complained to parents. The extra-sensitive did not come out to play for a day or two. But no one ever went beyond this. Everything would be back to normal in a short time.  Everyone would be friends again. It was just a prank, a mischief and nothing more, but then it was a time where there was no Facebook or Twitter.

Wondering why I recounted the whole shit about my growing up years ?  Well, I came across a recent incident which at best can be compared to those long forgotten years, but in this era this had taken monstrous proportions, and both the victim and the perpetrator were punished to an extent where it outweighs everything - the guilt and the crime. 

I am talking about Dharun Ravi. 

For the uninitiated, Clementi, who was gay, asked for privacy to use the room he shared with Dharun Ravi for an encounter with a 32-year-old non-student with whom he had connected on the Internet. Ravi met his roommate’s date briefly and sent text messages to friends describing the man as “creepy” and expressing worries about theft. Ravi said he deliberately left his webcam on to monitor the visitor because he was worried about the security of his property. With another student, he watched Clementi embracing the other man and then sent out derisive Twitter and text messages about his roommate “kissing a dude.”
Ravi invited other friends to join him in watching the next scheduled visit, two days later. But the webcam did not work on that occasion, perhaps because a guilt-stricken Ravi dismantled it, as he later claimed, or because it malfunctioned, or because Clementi discovered the intrusion and disconnected the equipment himself. The next day, Clementi complained to the dormitory’s resident assistant and to two other officials, and said he no longer wanted to share his room with Ravi. A day after this, Clementi committed suicide by jumping off George Washington Bridge.

Dharun Ravin was charged with invasion of privacy, witness tampering and the more serious charge of bias intimidation and on March 16, a jury sentenced him to 10 years in prison with possible deportation to India.

So was the verdict harsh ? Ohh yes, it surely was.  Not to diminish the crimes that were committed in any way, but how does throwing Dharun Ravi in jail solve anything?  It's tragic that a young man took his own life and Ravi should bear some responsibility, but are we becoming a society of victims?  The crime was harsh, but the sentence was harsher.  Everyone forgot that it was a foolish stupid prank gone wrong.  Everyone forgot that the perpetrator was a teen.  It doesn't make the crime small, but the criminal deserves the benefit of doubt.  He did not harass any gays or cyber bully anyone. People just want to feel like something is being done about these situations that are in the spotlight now, and Ravi happens to be the lightening rod for the blame.  It is not cool but it is not a major felony crime either.  Going by his final words to Clementi, "I've known you were gay and I have no problem with it. In fact one of my closest friends is gay and he and I have a very open relationship. I just suspected you were shy about it which is why I never broached the topic. I don't want your freshman year to be ruined because of a petty misunderstanding, it's adding to my guilt. You have a right to move if you wish but I don't want you to feel pressured to without fully understanding the situation.", Dharun Ravi seems much less of a villain than he is made out to be.  I wonder if everyone is out to prove a point and this everyone includes the liberals, conservatives and the gay agenda too.  Without a doubt, Dharun Ravi behaved despicably to his Rutgers roommate. But had Tyler Clementi been straight, no one would have claimed Ravi’s webcam spying constituted a major offense. Had it been a female companion, everything would have boiled down to a teenage prank. 

Dharun did not take up the plea bargain because he sincerely believed that he did not commit any hate crimes. Though the jury agreed at some point with defense, he was sentenced.  Did they want to make an example of him?  This is outrageous.  I personally think that this case reveals a "lynch mob mentality" of the populace that has led to this overkill.  A justice system which has let O.J Simpson roam around freely convicts a boy of doing something which he thought was a practical joke and never realized it had such criminal consequences.  Was the jury impartial?

Anybody give a thought to what would happen to Dharun Ravi in jail? An Indian in an American maximum security jail populated by a very dangerous crowd. His chances of getting out from there without being battered and raped would be one in a million.  He is just 20 years old.  I just hope he does not become a hardened criminal in those years.

In retrospect, Dharun Ravi should have taken up the plea bargain, but then his attorneys are to be blamed for that.  In retrospect, he shouldn't have spied on his roommate, but then he did.  In retrospect, he should have opened up properly to his roommate when he first heard of the room-change requests. 

All said and done, it is up to the justice system to introspect whether it is making an example of Dharun Ravi and is it not a too-high price to pay?



Monday, March 12, 2012

Failure

No one knows failure like I do.  No one has despised failure like I do. No one has enjoyed failure like I did.

If I am the quintessential lost child in the park, then failure is the kind guy who took me by the hand, promised to lead me to my mother, took me to a bench in the quiet corner, pulled my pants down, forced himself on me, and sodomized me while taunting and whispering dirty-nothings in my ear.  I could feel the acrid smell of his breath on my neck. I could feel my helplessness.  I could feel the hot flushes and the pain.  I could feel my soul being gnawed at and torn to shreds. I cried out loud.  I tried to defend myself, but all in vain.  Failure did his job and left me in shame, a shame that devoured me.

That is how intimately I have known Failure.


I have failed  as a child.  My parents though from a very modest financial background had built high expectations from their son, but I took a wreaking ball to them, dashed them. I was good student, but never did touch the rarefied lofty circles that everyone expected of me. I dashed the hopes of my teachers too.  I failed the first time.

I passed out of college with a first class as did thousands of others.  Most of my friends went on to become Chartered accountants while some took up management studies.  I turned to my parents for money and they did not have any.  I never did pursue other options. I was never aware of student loans.  I was such a fool.  I settled for some no-brainer job.  I then failed a second time.

My sister got married.  I couldn't do a lot of things I had dreamed for her wedding.  I couldn't be a good big brother for her.  I couldn't make things right for her. I failed a third time.

I got married. Whatever they tell you about marriage, it is all true. It's love + compromise + adjustment + desire. It is about understanding your spouse, knowing them deeply, and taking the efforts to keep them happy. It is about learning to live with each other setting aside one's ego, and loving the other person for what they are.  I made lots of promises to my wife and I wanted to do them all for her, but somehow I have not been able to.  I failed a fourth time.

I failed to be a good son, a good student, a good brother, and a good husband.  My failures haunt me, they laugh at me, they taunt me, and they leave me in pain.  Fate has stricken me down and I have turned to God for help, but I guess he was busy somewhere else.  No grudges there.  I know I will stand up again, I know I will fight my destiny, I know I won't give in so easily - I just wish I was not alone.....

    

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

That night

It is a night of darkness, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their loneliness. The immortal one
stirs.

Wisps of death shrouds her gaunt form,
an impatient desire.

Her raven hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I pine.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Morning



Waking up to the embrace
of the morning sun
Caresses me with
its cosmic rays and warmth
Its soulful smile touches
my heart and mind alike

Heaven descends in all
its sparkling glory
Giving birth to a new Opportunity
And it is dawn, when the Supreme
sings his blessingful song
in my ears, purifies my soul

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Hope


 Standing by the tree
Thinking of the flowers
That you took away

How life has turned out
Song without a tune
Flower without a scent

The memories that kept me
Alive in the cold winters
Oh, you took them away
leaving the heart desolate

but somewhere in there
is a bird called Hope
longing to sing
the song of the spring

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Moonlight


Cool moonlight
Colors my heart
In the shades of love

Remember


I remember
How I held your hands by the beach.
Held on to your every single word.
Lingering taste of our first kiss.
Phantom pain of the first love bite.
Waking up to your kisses
Warmth of your hugs
Pain when I could not be with you.
They are the memories I live by
They are the memories I would carry to my grave
They are some of the happiest moments in my life
The life where such moments were very rare

I will argue with you
I will forget anniversaries
I will forget all the small things
I will even forget to smell the roses
Many a curveballs that life will throw at me
I will take a swing at everyone of them
I might miss some

I might even have strikeouts
But I will keep on swinging
For the outside chance that
I will hit a home run
To see your eyes twinkle with joy
and the small crinkles
that form on the sides of your mouth



Friday, January 20, 2012

Pain


My tears are for me to see. Why should the world see them?
My heartache is for me to bear. How it is of concern to them ? 
My pain is my self-inflicted punishment. Why should you be a part of it?
I decide to suffer silently. I decide to implode . 
I decide to keep my sorrows to myself.  Is that a crime?
I never share, try never to hurt, try to accomodate, try to keep you happy, is that wrong? 
You want me to be me, but then why dont you accept me when I am angry? 
Take me as a whole or reject me wholly, but never in parts. I am what I am.
My tears are invisible and my moans are silent, does it mean I am not hurt? Is my pain so worthless ?

Friday, January 13, 2012

My Bucket List - Part 1

  1. Learn archery and then go hunting to get meat for family brunch.
  2. Have a whipped cream fight with friends.
  3. Bungee jump into a river and catch a fish on the way up.
  4. Hug a cobra and express my love.
  5. Kiss Taj Mahal and claim that Mumtaz Mahal kissed me back.
  6. Dress up as Spiderman and go to the office.
  7. Sing "Humpty Dumpty" loudly in a mall.
  8. Learn pole dancing.
  9. Go to China and open a paneer manchurian stall.
  10. Go to Sri Lanka in search of Ravan.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Tears and a bit more

I have fought with myself
All the little battles and the big wars
But all my life have I hoped
for the falling to stop
Wished for my life to move with a place to go
where I don't feel alone

where I won't wonder if there is anyone up above
I have hoped still against hope that I find
the oasis that eludes me, in the shifting sands

But all the Gods that I have believed in
have made my beliefs futile
All I am left with now is a
tear-stained face and a crushed soul
As the nights rush by
without singing me a lullaby
I wonder if there is a solution
or if this life is just an illusion

I cannot tell you how much
I want you here looking out for me
helping me make peace with myself
holding me close to you
and telling me I have a place after all


Wednesday, December 28, 2011

How Walmart sells cheaply....

All those, who believe FDI in Retail is a very good thing for India, should read this classic article by Charles Fishman titled "The WalMart You Don't Know."  I am not saying FDI in Retail is bad, but instead of being all starry eyed about it, we should also look at what it would trigger in the economy.  Read on for the article by Charles Fishman....



A gallon-sized jar of whole pickles is something to behold. The jar is the size of a small aquarium. The fat green pickles, floating in swampy juice, look reptilian, their shapes exaggerated by the glass. It weighs 12 pounds, too big to carry with one hand. The gallon jar of pickles is a display of abundance and excess; it is entrancing, and also vaguely unsettling. This is the product that Wal-Mart fell in love with: Vlasic's gallon jar of pickles.

Wal-Mart priced it at $2.97--a year's supply of pickles for less than $3! "They were using it as a 'statement' item," says Pat Hunn, who calls himself the "mad scientist" of Vlasic's gallon jar. "Wal-Mart was putting it before consumers, saying, This represents what Wal-Mart's about. You can buy a stinkin' gallon of pickles for $2.97. And it's the nation's number-one brand."

Therein lies the basic conundrum of doing business with the world's largest retailer. By selling a gallon of kosher dills for less than most grocers sell a quart, Wal-Mart may have provided a ser-vice for its customers. But what did it do for Vlasic? The pickle maker had spent decades convincing customers that they should pay a premium for its brand. Now Wal-Mart was practically giving them away. And the fevered buying spree that resulted distorted every aspect of Vlasic's operations, from farm field to factory to financial statement.

Indeed, as Vlasic discovered, the real story of Wal-Mart, the story that never gets told, is the story of the pressure the biggest retailer relentlessly applies to its suppliers in the name of bringing us "every day low prices." It's the story of what that pressure does to the companies Wal-Mart does business with, to U.S. manufacturing, and to the economy as a whole. That story can be found floating in a gallon jar of pickles at Wal-Mart.

Wal-Mart is not just the world's largest retailer. It's the world's largest company--bigger than ExxonMobil, General Motors, and General Electric. The scale can be hard to absorb. Wal-Mart sold $244.5 billion worth of goods last year. It sells in three months what number-two retailer Home Depot sells in a year. And in its own category of general merchandise and groceries, Wal-Mart no longer has any real rivals. It does more business than Target, Sears, Kmart, J.C. Penney, Safeway, and Kroger combined. "Clearly," says Edward Fox, head of Southern Methodist University's J.C. Penney Center for Retailing Excellence, "Wal-Mart is more powerful than any retailer has ever been." It is, in fact, so big and so furtively powerful as to have become an entirely different order of corporate being.

Wal-Mart wields its power for just one purpose: to bring the lowest possible prices to its customers. At Wal-Mart, that goal is never reached. The retailer has a clear policy for suppliers: On basic products that don't change, the price Wal-Mart will pay, and will charge shoppers, must drop year after year. But what almost no one outside the world of Wal-Mart and its 21,000 suppliers knows is the high cost of those low prices. Wal-Mart has the power to squeeze profit-killing concessions from vendors. To survive in the face of its pricing demands, makers of everything from bras to bicycles to blue jeans have had to lay off employees and close U.S. plants in favor of outsourcing products from overseas.

Of course, U.S. companies have been moving jobs offshore for decades, long before Wal-Mart was a retailing power. But there is no question that the chain is helping accelerate the loss of American jobs to low-wage countries such as China. Wal-Mart, which in the late 1980s and early 1990s trumpeted its claim to "Buy American," has doubled its imports from China in the past five years alone, buying some $12 billion in merchandise in 2002. That's nearly 10% of all Chinese exports to the United States.

One way to think of Wal-Mart is as a vast pipeline that gives non-U.S. companies direct access to the American market. "One of the things that limits or slows the growth of imports is the cost of establishing connections and networks," says Paul Krugman, the Princeton University economist. "Wal-Mart is so big and so centralized that it can all at once hook Chinese and other suppliers into its digital system. So--wham!--you have a large switch to overseas sourcing in a period quicker than under the old rules of retailing."

Steve Dobbins has been bearing the brunt of that switch. He's president and CEO of Carolina Mills, a 75-year-old North Carolina company that supplies thread, yarn, and textile finishing to apparel makers--half of which supply Wal-Mart. Carolina Mills grew steadily until 2000. But in the past three years, as its customers have gone either overseas or out of business, it has shrunk from 17 factories to 7, and from 2,600 employees to 1,200. Dobbins's customers have begun to face imported clothing sold so cheaply to Wal-Mart that they could not compete even if they paid their workers nothing.

"People ask, 'How can it be bad for things to come into the U.S. cheaply? How can it be bad to have a bargain at Wal-Mart?' Sure, it's held inflation down, and it's great to have bargains," says Dobbins. "But you can't buy anything if you're not employed. We are shopping ourselves out of jobs."

The gallon jar of pickles at Wal-Mart became a devastating success, giving Vlasic strong sales and growth numbers--but slashing its profits by millions of dollars.

There is no question that Wal-Mart's relentless drive to squeeze out costs has benefited consumers. The giant retailer is at least partly responsible for the low rate of U.S. inflation, and a McKinsey & Co. study concluded that about 12% of the economy's productivity gains in the second half of the 1990s could be traced to Wal-Mart alone.

There is also no question that doing business with Wal-Mart can give a supplier a fast, heady jolt of sales and market share. But that fix can come with long-term consequences for the health of a brand and a business. Vlasic, for example, wasn't looking to build its brand on a gallon of whole pickles. Pickle companies make money on "the cut," slicing cucumbers into spears and hamburger chips. "Cucumbers in the jar, you don't make a whole lot of money there," says Steve Young, a former vice president of grocery marketing for pickles at Vlasic, who has since left the company.

At some point in the late 1990s, a Wal-Mart buyer saw Vlasic's gallon jar and started talking to Pat Hunn about it. Hunn, who has also since left Vlasic, was then head of Vlasic's Wal-Mart sales team, based in Dallas. The gallon intrigued the buyer. In sales tests, priced somewhere over $3, "the gallon sold like crazy," says Hunn, "surprising us all." The Wal-Mart buyer had a brainstorm: What would happen to the gallon if they offered it nationwide and got it below $3? Hunn was skeptical, but his job was to look for ways to sell pickles at Wal-Mart. Why not?

And so Vlasic's gallon jar of pickles went into every Wal-Mart, some 3,000 stores, at $2.97, a price so low that Vlasic and Wal-Mart were making only a penny or two on a jar, if that. It was showcased on big pallets near the front of stores. It was an abundance of abundance. "It was selling 80 jars a week, on average, in every store," says Young. Doesn't sound like much, until you do the math: That's 240,000 gallons of pickles, just in gallon jars, just at Wal-Mart, every week. Whole fields of cucumbers were heading out the door.
For Vlasic, the gallon jar of pickles became what might be called a devastating success. "Quickly, it started cannibalizing our non-Wal-Mart business," says Young. "We saw consumers who used to buy the spears and the chips in supermarkets buying the Wal-Mart gallons. They'd eat a quarter of a jar and throw the thing away when they got moldy. A family can't eat them fast enough."


The gallon jar reshaped Vlasic's pickle business: It chewed up the profit margin of the business with Wal-Mart, and of pickles generally. Procurement had to scramble to find enough pickles to fill the gallons, but the volume gave Vlasic strong sales numbers, strong growth numbers, and a powerful place in the world of pickles at Wal-Mart. Which accounted for 30% of Vlasic's business. But the company's profits from pickles had shriveled 25% or more, Young says--millions of dollars.

The gallon was hoisting Vlasic and hurting it at the same time.  Young remembers begging Wal-Mart for relief. "They said, 'No way,' " says Young. "We said we'll increase the price"--even $3.49 would have helped tremendously--"and they said, 'If you do that, all the other products of yours we buy, we'll stop buying.' It was a clear threat." Hunn recalls things a little differently, if just as ominously: "They said, 'We want the $2.97 gallon of pickles. If you don't do it, we'll see if someone else might.' I knew our competitors were saying to Wal-Mart, 'We'll do the $2.97 gallons if you give us your other business.' " Wal-Mart's business was so indispensable to Vlasic, and the gallon so central to the Wal-Mart relationship, that decisions about the future of the gallon were made at the CEO level.

Finally, Wal-Mart let Vlasic up for air. "The Wal-Mart guy's response was classic," Young recalls. "He said, 'Well, we've done to pickles what we did to orange juice. We've killed it. We can back off.' " Vlasic got to take it down to just over half a gallon of pickles, for $2.79. Not long after that, in January 2001, Vlasic filed for bankruptcy--although the gallon jar of pickles, everyone agrees, wasn't a critical factor.

By now, it is accepted wisdom that Wal-Mart makes the companies it does business with more efficient and focused, leaner and faster. Wal-Mart itself is known for continuous improvement in its ability to handle, move, and track merchandise. It expects the same of its suppliers. But the ability to operate at peak efficiency only gets you in the door at Wal-Mart. Then the real demands start. The public image Wal-Mart projects may be as cheery as its yellow smiley-face mascot, but there is nothing genial about the process by which Wal-Mart gets its suppliers to provide tires and contact lenses, guns and underarm deodorant at every day low prices. Wal-Mart is legendary for forcing its suppliers to redesign everything from their packaging to their computer systems. It is also legendary for quite straightforwardly telling them what it will pay for their goods.

John Fitzgerald, a former vice president of Nabisco, remembers Wal-Mart's reaction to his company's plan to offer a 25-cent newspaper coupon for a large bag of Lifesavers in advance of Halloween. Wal-Mart told Nabisco to add up what it would spend on the promotion--for the newspaper ads, the coupons, and handling--and then just take that amount off the price instead. "That isn't necessarily good for the manufacturer," Fitzgerald says. "They need things that draw attention."

It also is not unheard of for Wal-Mart to demand to examine the private financial records of a supplier, and to insist that its margins are too high and must be cut. And the smaller the supplier, one academic study shows, the greater the likelihood that it will be forced into damaging concessions. Melissa Berryhill, a Wal-Mart spokeswoman, disagrees: "The fact is Wal-Mart, perhaps like no other retailer, seeks to establish collaborative and mutually beneficial relationships with our suppliers."

For many suppliers, though, the only thing worse than doing business with Wal-Mart may be not doing business with Wal-Mart. Last year, 7.5 cents of every dollar spent in any store in the United States (other than auto-parts stores) went to the retailer. That means a contract with Wal-Mart can be critical even for the largest consumer-goods companies. Dial Corp., for example, does 28% of its business with Wal-Mart. If Dial lost that one account, it would have to double its sales to its next nine customers just to stay even. "Wal-Mart is the essential retailer, in a way no other retailer is," says Gib Carey, a partner at Bain & Co., who is leading a yearlong study of how to do business with Wal-Mart. "Our clients cannot grow without finding a way to be successful with Wal-Mart."

Many companies and their executives frankly admit that supplying Wal-Mart is like getting into the company version of basic training with an implacable Army drill sergeant. The process may be unpleasant. But there can be some positive results.

"Everyone from the forklift driver on up to me, the CEO, knew we had to deliver [to Wal-Mart] on time. Not 10 minutes late. And not 45 minutes early, either," says Robin Prever, who was CEO of Saratoga Beverage Group from 1992 to 2000, and made private-label water sold at Wal-Mart. "The message came through clearly: You have this 30-second delivery window. Either you're there, or you're out. With a customer like that, it changes your organization. For the better. It wakes everybody up. And all our customers benefited. We changed our whole approach to doing business."

But you won't hear evenhanded stories like that from Wal-Mart, or from its current suppliers. Despite being a publicly traded company, Wal-Mart is intensely private. It declined to talk in detail about its relationships with its suppliers for this story. More strikingly, dozens of companies contacted declined to talk about even the basics of their business with Wal-Mart.

Here, for example, is an executive at Dial: "We are one of Wal-Mart's biggest suppliers, and they are our biggest customer by far. We have a great relationship. That's all I can say. Are we done now?" Goaded a bit, the executive responds with an almost hysterical edge: "Are you meshuga? Why in the world would we talk about Wal-Mart? Ask me about anything else, we'll talk. But not Wal-Mart."

No one wants to end up in what is known among Wal-Mart vendors as the "penalty box"--punished, or even excluded from the store shelves, for saying something that makes Wal-Mart unhappy. (The penalty box is normally reserved for vendors who don't meet performance benchmarks, not for those who talk to the press.)
"You won't hear anything negative from most people," says Paul Kelly, founder of Silvermine Consulting Group, a company that helps businesses work more effectively with retailers. "It would be committing suicide. If Wal-Mart takes something the wrong way, it's like Saddam Hussein. You just don't want to piss them off."
As a result, this story was reported in an unusual way: by speaking with dozens of people who have spent years selling to Wal-Mart, or consulting to companies that sell to Wal-Mart, but who no longer work for companies that do business with Wal-Mart. Unless otherwise noted, the companies involved in the events they described refused even to confirm or deny the basics of the events. To a person, all those interviewed credit Wal-Mart with a fundamental integrity in its dealings that's unusual in the world of consumer goods, retailing, and groceries. Wal-Mart does not cheat suppliers, it keeps its word, it pays its bills briskly. "They are tough people but very honest; they treat you honestly," says Peter Campanella, who ran the business that sold Corning kitchenware products, both at Corning and then at World Kitchen. "It was a joke to do business with most of their competitors. A fiasco." But Wal-Mart also clearly does not hesitate to use its power, magnifying the Darwinian forces already at work in modern global capitalism.


What does the squeeze look like at Wal-Mart? It is usually thoroughly rational, sometimes devastatingly so.
John Mariotti is a veteran of the consumer-products world--he spent nine years as president of Huffy Bicycle Co., a division of Huffy Corp., and is now chairman of World Kitchen, the company that sells Oxo, Revere, Corning, and Ekco brand housewares.

He could not be clearer on his opinion about Wal-Mart: It's a great company, and a great company to do business with. "Wal-Mart has done more good for America by several thousand orders of magnitude than they've done bad," Mariotti says. "They have raised the bar, and raised the bar for everybody."
Mariotti describes one episode from Huffy's relationship with Wal-Mart. It's a tale he tells to illustrate an admiring point he makes about the retailer. "They demand you do what you say you are going to do." But it's also a classic example of the damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don't Wal-Mart squeeze. When Mariotti was at Huffy throughout the 1980s, the company sold a range of bikes to Wal-Mart, 20 or so models, in a spread of prices and profitability. It was a leading manufacturer of bikes in the United States, in places like Ponca City, Oklahoma; Celina, Ohio; and Farmington, Missouri.

One year, Huffy had committed to supply Wal-Mart with an entry-level, thin-margin bike--as many as Wal-Mart needed. Sales of the low-end bike took off. "I woke up May 1"--the heart of the bike production cycle for the summer--"and I needed 900,000 bikes," he says. "My factories could only run 450,000." As it happened, that same year, Huffy's fancier, more-profitable bikes were doing well, too, at Wal-Mart and other places. Huffy found itself in a bind.

With other retailers, perhaps, Mariotti might have sat down, renegotiated, tried to talk his way out of the corner. Not with Wal-Mart. "I made the deal up front with them," he says. "I knew how high was up. I was duty-bound to supply my customer." So he did something extraordinary. To free up production in order to make Wal-Mart's cheap bikes, he gave the designs for four of his higher-end, higher-margin products to rival manufacturers. "I conceded business to my competitors, because I just ran out of capacity," he says. Huffy didn't just relinquish profits to keep Wal-Mart happy--it handed those profits to its competition. "Wal-Mart didn't tell me what to do," Mariotti says. "They didn't have to." The retailer, he adds, "is tough as nails. But they give you a chance to compete. If you can't compete, that's your problem."

In the years since Mariotti left Huffy, the bike maker's relationship with Wal-Mart has been vital (though Huffy Corp. has lost money in three out of the last five years). It is the number-three seller of bikes in the United States. And Wal-Mart is the number-one retailer of bikes. But here's one last statistic about bicycles: Roughly 98% are now imported from places such as China, Mexico, and Taiwan. Huffy made its last bike in the United States in 1999.

As Mariotti says, Wal-Mart is tough as nails. But not every supplier agrees that the toughness is always accompanied by fairness. The Lovable Company was founded in 1926 by the grandfather of Frank Garson II, who was Lovable's last president. It did business with Wal-Mart, Garson says, from the earliest days of founder Sam Walton's first store in Bentonville, Arkansas. Lovable made bras and lingerie, supplying retailers that also included Sears and Victoria's Secret. At one point, it was the sixth-largest maker of intimate apparel in the United States, with 700 employees in this country and another 2,000 at eight factories in Central America.

Eventually Wal-Mart became Lovable's biggest customer. "Wal-Mart has a big pencil," says Garson. "They have such awesome purchasing power that they write their own ticket. If they don't like your prices, they'll go vertical and do it themselves--or they'll find someone that will meet their terms."

In the summer of 1995, Garson asserts, Wal-Mart did just that. "They had awarded us a contract, and in their wisdom, they changed the terms so dramatically that they really reneged." Garson, still worried about litigation, won't provide details. "But when you lose a customer that size, they are irreplaceable."
Lovable was already feeling intense cost pressure. Less than three years after Wal-Mart pulled its business, in its 72nd year, Lovable closed. "They leave a lot to be desired in the way they treat people," says Garson. "Their actions to pulverize people are unnecessary. Wal-Mart chewed us up and spit us out."

Believe it or not, American business has been through this before. The Great Atlantic & Pacific Tea Co., the grocery-store chain, stood astride the U.S. market in the 1920s and 1930s with a dominance that has likely never been duplicated. At its peak, A&P had five times the number of stores Wal-Mart has now (although much smaller ones), and at one point, it owned 80% of the supermarket business. Some of the antipredatory-pricing laws in use today were inspired by A&P's attempts to muscle its suppliers.

There is very little academic and statistical study of Wal-Mart's impact on the health of its suppliers and virtually nothing in the last decade, when Wal-Mart's size has increased by a factor of five. This while the retail industry has become much more concentrated. In large part, that's because it's nearly impossible to get meaningful data that would allow researchers to track the influence of Wal-Mart's business on companies over time. You'd need cooperation from the vendor companies or Wal-Mart or both--and neither Wal-Mart nor its suppliers are interested in sharing such intimate detail.  Bain & Co., the global management consulting firm, is in the midst of a project that asks, How does a company have a healthy relationship with Wal-Mart? How do you avoid being sucked into the vortex? How do you maintain some standing, some leverage of your own?

This July, in a mating that had the relieved air of lovers who had too long resisted embracing, Levi Strauss rolled blue jeans into every Wal-Mart in the United States. Bain's first insights are obvious, if not easy. "Year after year," Carey, a partner at Bain & Co., says, "for any product that is the same as what you sold them last year, Wal-Mart will say, 'Here's the price you gave me last year. Here's what I can get a competitor's product for. Here's what I can get a private-label version for. I want to see a better value that I can bring to my shopper this year. Or else I'm going to use that shelf space differently.' "

Carey has a friend in the umbrella business who learned that. One year, because of costs, he went to Wal-Mart and asked for a 5% price increase. "Wal-Mart said, 'We were expecting a 5% decrease. We're off by 10%. Go back and sharpen your pencil.' " The umbrella man scrimped and came back with a 2% increase. "They said, 'We'll go with a Chinese manufacturer'--and he was out entirely." The Wal-Mart squeeze means vendors have to be as relentless and as microscopic as Wal-Mart is at managing their own costs. They need, in fact, to turn themselves into shadow versions of Wal-Mart itself. "Wal-Mart won't necessarily say you have to reconfigure your distribution system," says Carey. "But companies recognize they are not going to maintain margins with growth in their Wal-Mart business without doing it."

The way to avoid being trapped in a spiral of growing business and shrinking profits, says Carey, is to innovate. "You need to bring Wal-Mart new products--products consumers need. Because with those, Wal-Mart doesn't have benchmarks to drive you down in price. They don't have historical data, you don't have competitors, they haven't bid the products out to private-label makers. That's how you can have higher prices and higher margins." Reasonable advice, but not universally useful. There has been an explosion of "innovation" in toothbrushes and toothpastes in the past five years, for instance; but a pickle is a pickle is a pickle.  Bain's other critical discovery is that consumers are often more loyal to product companies than to Wal-Mart. With strongly branded items people develop a preference for--things like toothpaste or laundry detergent--Wal-Mart rarely forces shoppers to switch to a second choice. It would simply punish itself by seeing sales fall, and it won't put up with that for long.

But as Wal-Mart has grown in market reach and clout, even manufacturers known for nurturing premium brands may find themselves overpowered. This July, in a mating that had the relieved air of lovers who had too long resisted embracing, Levi Strauss rolled blue jeans into every Wal-Mart doorway in the United States: 2,864 stores. Wal-Mart, seeking to expand its clothing business with more fashionable brands, promoted the clothes on its in-store TV network and with banners slipped over the security-tag detectors at exit doors.
Levi's launch into Wal-Mart came the same summer the clothes maker celebrated its 150th birthday. For a century and a half, one of the most recognizable names in American commerce had survived without Wal-Mart. But in October 2002, when Levi Strauss and Wal-Mart announced their engagement, Levi was shrinking rapidly. The pressure on Levi goes back 25 years--well before Wal-Mart was an influence. Between 1981 and 1990, Levi closed 58 U.S. manufacturing plants, sending 25% of its sewing overseas.

Sales for Levi peaked in 1996 at $7.1 billion. By last year, they had spiraled down six years in a row, to $4.1 billion; through the first six months of 2003, sales dropped another 3%. This one account--selling jeans to Wal-Mart--could almost instantly revive Levi.

Last year, Wal-Mart sold more clothing than any other retailer in the country. It also sold more pairs of jeans than any other store. Wal-Mart's own inexpensive house brand of jeans, Faded Glory, is estimated to do $3 billion in sales a year, a house brand nearly the size of Levi Strauss. Perhaps most revealing in terms of Levi's strategic blunders: In 2002, half the jeans sold in the United States cost less than $20 a pair. That same year, Levi didn't offer jeans for less than $30.

For much of the last decade, Levi couldn't have qualified to sell to Wal-Mart. Its computer systems were antiquated, and it was notorious for delivering clothes late to retailers. Levi admitted its on-time delivery rate was 65%. When it announced the deal with Wal-Mart last year, one fashion-industry analyst bluntly predicted Levi would simply fail to deliver the jeans.

But Levi Strauss has taken to the Wal-Mart Way with the intensity of a near-death religious conversion--and Levi's executives were happy to talk about their experience getting ready to sell at Wal-Mart. One hundred people at Levi's headquarters are devoted to the new business; another 12 have set up in an office in Bentonville, near Wal-Mart's headquarters, where the company has hired a respected veteran Wal-Mart sales account manager.  Getting ready for Wal-Mart has been like putting Levi on the Atkins diet. It has helped everything--customer focus, inventory management, speed to market. It has even helped other retailers that buy Levis, because Wal-Mart has forced the company to replenish stores within two days instead of Levi's previous five-day cycle. And so, Wal-Mart might rescue Levi Strauss. Except for one thing.  Levi didn't actually have any clothes it could sell at Wal-Mart. Everything was too expensive. It had to develop a fresh line for mass retailers: the Levi Strauss Signature brand, featuring Levi Strauss's name on the back of the jeans.

Two months after the launch, Levi basked in the honeymoon glow. Overall sales, after falling for the first six months of 2003, rose 6% in the third quarter; profits in the summer quarter nearly doubled. All, Levi's CEO said, because of Signature.

"They are all very rational people. And they had a good point. Everyone was willing to pay more for a Master Lock. But how much more can they justify?"

But the low-end business isn't a business Levi is known for, or one it had been particularly interested in. It's also a business in which Levi will find itself competing with lean, experienced players such as VF and Faded Glory. Levi's makeover might so improve its performance with its non-Wal-Mart suppliers that its established business will thrive, too. It is just as likely that any gains will be offset by the competitive pressures already dissolving Levi's premium brands, and by the cannibalization of its own sales. "It's hard to see how this relationship will boost Levi's higher-end business," says Paul Farris, a professor at the University of Virginia's Darden Graduate School of Business Administration. "It's easy to see how this will hurt the higher-end business."

If Levi clothing is a runaway hit at Wal-Mart, that may indeed rescue Levi as a business. But what will have been rescued? The Signature line--it includes clothing for girls, boys, men, and women--is an odd departure for a company whose brand has long been an American icon. Some of the jeans have the look, the fingertip feel, of pricier Levis. But much of the clothing has the look and feel it must have, given its price (around $23 for adult pants): cheap. Cheap and disappointing to find labeled with Levi Strauss's name. And just five days before the cheery profit news, Levi had another announcement: It is closing its last two U.S. factories, both in San Antonio, and laying off more than 2,500 workers, or 21% of its workforce. A company that 22 years ago had 60 clothing plants in the United States--and that was known as one of the most socially reponsible corporations on the planet--will, by 2004, not make any clothes at all. It will just import them. In the end, of course, it is we as shoppers who have the power, and who have given that power to Wal-Mart. Part of Wal-Mart's dominance, part of its insight, and part of its arrogance, is that it presumes to speak for American shoppers.

If Wal-Mart doesn't like the pricing on something, says Andrew Whitman, who helped service Wal-Mart for years when he worked at General Foods and Kraft, they simply say, "At that price we no longer think it's a good value to our shopper. Therefore, we don't think we should carry it."

Wal-Mart has also lulled shoppers into ignoring the difference between the price of something and the cost. Its unending focus on price underscores something that Americans are only starting to realize about globalization: Ever-cheaper prices have consequences. Says Steve Dobbins, president of thread maker Carolina Mills: "We want clean air, clear water, good living conditions, the best health care in the world--yet we aren't willing to pay for anything manufactured under those restrictions."

Randall Larrimore, a former CEO of MasterBrand Industries, the parent company of Master Lock, understands that contradiction too well. For years, he says, as manufacturing costs in the United States rose, Master Lock was able to pass them along. But at some point in the 1990s, Asian manufacturers started producing locks for much less. "When the difference is $1, retailers like Wal-Mart would prefer to have the brand-name padlock or faucet or hammer," Larrimore says. "But as the spread becomes greater, when our padlock was $9, and the import was $6, then they can offer the consumer a real discount by carrying two lines. Ultimately, they may only carry one line."

In January 1997, Master Lock announced that, after 75 years making locks in Milwaukee, it would begin importing more products from Asia. Not too long after, Master Lock opened a factory of its own in Nogales, Mexico. Today, it makes just 10% to 15% of its locks in Milwaukee--its 300 employees there mostly make parts that are sent to Nogales, where there are now 800 factory workers. Larrimore did the first manufacturing layoffs at Master Lock. He negotiated with Master Lock's unions himself. He went to Bentonville. "I loved dealing with Wal-Mart, with Home Depot," he says. "They are all very rational people. There wasn't a whole lot of room for negotiation. And they had a good point. Everyone was willing to pay more for a Master Lock. But how much more can they justify? If they can buy a lock that has arguably similar qual-ity, at a cheaper price, well, they can get their consumers a deal."

It's Wal-Mart in the role of Adam Smith's invisible hand. And the Milwaukee employees of Master Lock who shopped at Wal-Mart to save money helped that hand shove their own jobs right to Nogales. Not consciously, not directly, but inevitably. "Do we as consumers appreciate what we're doing?" Larrimore asks. "I don't think so. But even if we do, I think we say, Here's a Master Lock for $9, here's another lock for $6--let the other guy pay $9."



Monday, December 12, 2011

Dirty Picture

Every night is a new revelation,
Every cloth that slips off your body,
reveals a new fragment of the unseen,
A forbidden sense of pleasure
that thrives within my soul,
pushes me toward you,
makes me want you, badly

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Rage Within

I have always been the guy on a short fuse, a very very short fuse. I lose it most of the time only to come back and apologize for my actions later. I have thrown things in my rage. I have punched walls. I have struck walls with my head. I have kicked out wildly at things.  My language has hurt people.  I have cursed and been cursed at too.  So, basically I have been the quintessential bull in the china shop.

I know it is wrong. I know my rage hurts me as well as those around me. I know it makes me antisocial. I know the way it tears my soul, but it has been something that has been quite out of control in all my years of existence. Anger consumes me, teases me, pushes me, pokes me, makes me do things that I wouldn't have done otherwise, and then laughs at me when I repent for the things I did. It has been like the devil like you see in those Disney cartoons that sits on your shoulder advising you the wrong things; alas, I did not have an angel on the other shoulder to advise me otherwise.

I now have someone in my life whom I care for and love deeply.  I wanted to change. I wanted to be normal again.  I wanted to change for her and for myself. I had promised myself that I will control my anger.  I decided to change immediately.  A futile experiment? Yes, it was.  I admit that it took a toll on me. I was not my DNA, not who I was.  I was always this angry guy who would lose it for the slightest of things.  Trying to be patient and peaceful made me feel like I was cheating myself. I was trying to be someone I was not. But still, I wanted to do it for her.  I thought I was almost there, but then yesterday I lost the plot again. Uncontrollable rage controlled me again. I was a puppet in its hands again and I knew that it was forcing me to dance.  I knew I was falling into this deep chasm that I thought I had jumped. I was crushed and churned.  It felt like my soul was hammered by a thousand rams.  It burned me, but still somehow after all that, I felt light. I felt as if I am back to my old self again. I felt whole again. I felt exhilarated.  Is something wrong with me?  I would say, definitely yes.

Though I am still not sure what to make of it because it seemed as if I let the devil control me and yet I felt light.  I do not understand the complexities of my reaction. But I have finally given some thought to what I have been doing and what I have been trying to achieve.  I focused solely on changing myself which was a good thing, but then I decided that it should be immediate.  I did not give consideration to the fact that the basic qualities/disqualities* in a person at his/her core remain as is. They never change. The short fuse would always be a part of me. I can suppress it to an extent, but not eradicate it. I cannot stop being angry just like that, cold turkey. It would somehow kill me. Kill the person I knew I was. Kill the person the others knew I am. I have to first respect what I am and then try to control the things I do not want in me, but then that process would have to be gradual. I know now I have to control my anger, more specifically the part where I express it.  I know I will have to try channel it somehow to not cause hurt.  I cannot hope to be a Gandhi and sincerely, I do not want to be.  I will have to understand the value of relations and their depth.  I have to really inculcate the hurt that rage causes to others and only then, would I get some kind of control on this. I am hoping that I succeed. I really want to, not for myself, but for my loved one. May God be with me.