I will be cycling back to Cubeville/ Dilbert-stan after hiding from it in the shady groves of Academia for these past few years, in the next two months. The job I would be taking up is in the field of management consulting, and has a touch of ronin-ism to it. In other words, the predominant aim is to help (and please) different clients on whose projects I will be working on. In this context, I have to think through this important issue of reconciling my personal ethics/ values with the larger company wide goals and aims. For example, I may be required to work for/ advise pharma companies (I will have choices in the sectors I can focus on and specialize in, and I plan to avoid working in pharma) on their problems even though I may personally not like how they market and sell drugs. For this purpose, I have a huge pile of articles on "corporate ethics" that I plan to read in the next few weeks.

My goal is to trend towards Bill Drayton rather than Jeff Skilling; two people who worked for many years in the same setting (and one which I will be a part of) but ended up in dramatically different Dante’s realms. Please do leave reading suggestions in the comments on material that I might benefit from looking at, so that I might navigate such ambiguous waters better.

[1] When you fix your half annoyed stare On my turned back this morning, I recall the Sahara of your body Which pulsed in my arms last night.

[2] Your eyes in mock anger and half sleep, This morning, resemble sunflowers That have turned their petals inwards, Towards their rich dark hearts.

[3] “Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, turning your gaze downwards. How do I point out the waves of those interior Seas which break on the shores of your eyes?!

[4] I watch you read, the pauses
Of your walking eyes as you Turn the pages, the way they circle Over certain words such as proclivity As if they were gathering shells, The quivers and flutters of their lids As if they were flags planted in a meadow As they pass through certain passages, And the very quiet singing heard as words Sink into their luminescent depths.

Note: I came up with a few instant shers earlier today to pepper a conversation. The first three Variations above I derived from the memory of the first three shers - I forgot to write them down on a piece of paper. The fourth is entirely different because I have forgotten that earlier fourth utterance. Also composing such shers explains why the business called dating is/has been such a disaster in my case - women flee or have usually fled in the face of such an assault. Thus, this is not a strategy I reccomend if you are interested in sucessful outcomes.