Middle Management Struggles -Part 2

How meetings between middle management (MM) and upper management (UM) go 

MM: sabzi is ready. All we need to do now is make chappathi 

UM: why Chappathi. You need to make poori to give the wow factor to the users 

MM: but we don't have time to make so many poori. Btw.. Chappathi is healthy . 

UM: no. poori it is.. let's divide the work. You roll the poori and I will fry them 

MM: Okies. Thanks for sharing the work.. here you go.. you can fry these 2 

UM: (frying 1st poori.. it stays flat).. you haven't rolled poori uniformly. You need to add that skill to your development plan 

(frying 2nd poori.. it puffs).. this is how you do it.. I turned the poori over at correct time and made it puff 

MM: but I did roll this poori well.. pls acknowledge and recognize that. 

UM: huh.. but i fried it.. it puffed coz i fried it. 

Takeaway: if the UM decides to screw you.. you get the poori rt.. 

Struggles of Middle Management

How meetings between the middle management (MM) and upper management (UM) go..
UM : this meeting is to understand all your pain points and challenges.
MM: (cries his/her heart out) thanks a lot for your time .
UM: i understand your concern. Can you please put all these in an excel and assign priority and timeline to each item
MM: (highly excited that their issues are getting heard) done and shared . Thanks a lot.
UM: I have assigned those issues to you as your performance goals for this year. Your target would be to fix all priority 1 items by end of Q2.
MM:   SWOONS..

Just one more

Life is a series of "one mores"
Add up all these "one mores"
They will equal our life time.

One more cry leading to smiles
One more bedtime story
One more candy
One more final exam

One more kiss
One more heartbreak
One more opportunity
One more win

Every one more new moment
searching for
One more new path

Till the last one more breath

Love , a memory.. not a dream.

Love is not just kisses
It's also silences
And the words that said themselves.
It's holding hands
While crossing a busy road.
It's a peck on your cheek
Before you get dropped at your destination.

Love is not just cuddles
It's the smell of the coffee
That awakens you in the mornings.
Its the bottle of scotch
Waiting for you, to be opened.
It's the memory brought
By the old song from 90s.

Love is not just gifts and roses
It's the old tshirt
Someone saved for you
for the comfort of summer.
It's old love letters
Stashed away by angst.
Its your name being said
With a smile or a moan.

Just live

Glorify every passing moment
As death is the only certainty of life.
No grandeur can last longer
than the last breath.
People measure us
By everything we didn't do.
You be sure to measure it
By the moments that brought you alive.
Our memories are ours.
To the rest they are but stories
and tales, a once upon a time.
Glorify every passing moment
Make every breath a grandeur memory