Ethics in Business

I think the corporation is one of the most underrated innovations in the history of commerce. Perhaps, to a certain extent, in the whole of human civilization. For the first time in history, we have given an entity the ability to live and grow indefinitely. And being humans, we have defined the only basis for its growth as monetary profit. Just by defining the corporation in the way we have, we’ve set ourselves up for failure.

I was reading the list of ingredients on my hand soap, trying to figure out what makes it smell as good as it does and I realized that soap manufacturers are not required to list all the ingredients on their product if the ingredient constitutes less than 2% of the whole. Since they’re not required to, they don’t. Why should they? The fewer unpronounceable names of toxic chemicals I see on there, the happier I feel and the more likely I am to use it. A lot of people would say it’s sneaky. Or that it violates the spirit of the law. I think it’s to be expected.

If the only thing a company is responsible for is making money, why should it bother about doing the right thing. I’m not saying no company ever does the right thing or that it should not. I’m just saying there are no incentives for a company to do the right thing. Walmart’s the best example I can think of. If Walmart started to care about where it gets the stuff it sells, or how the people who help sell the stuff get by, they wouldn’t sell as much stuff anymore. The only thing that keeps Walmart going is the “everyday low prices”. The lower the prices, the more junk everyone buys, the more profit Walmart makes and the more customers it attracts even in the middle of a recession.

The more I think about this, the more I feel that regulation is not the solution to the problem. It’s time for companies to be evaluated on more than their stock price. It’s hypocritical to want a portfolio that would help me retire by 35 and still want companies to do the right thing so our own conscience doesn’t hurt. We can’t keep hoping that huge corporations will feel sorry for the little people and be nicer to them and the environment they’re trashing. It just won’t happen.

I’ve wondered many times if I’m a socialist. Given how I would like to see a cap on growth, fair distribution of wealth and labor rights and just a generally equal society. I know I’m an environmentalist (whatever that means) given I am all for sustainable growth, less consumption and generally less trash. But now I realize, I’m just an idealist. I keep hoping for a future that rational thinking tells me will never happen.

Because I Know You, Honey!

Hero: I should probably start later tomorrow morning
Me (absent mindedly): Hmm? you probably should
Hero: But I didn’t tell you what time I was leaving!
Me: But I know you, honey. Aren’t you planning to get there by 4:30 (am)?

It wasn’t an exceptional, blogworthy moment. It’s not like it was romantic or that I was being rocket-scientist smart. Moments like these happen everyday. Sometimes I say the magic words and sometimes he does. But we always seem to be able to predict what the other’s going to do and it’s always the same words of explanation. “Because I know you, honey.” That sums it all up. We know each other. Well, enough to not have to explain anything to each other. Well enough to know each other, what was the expression? Warts, moles and all the rest.

I guess it’s time to admit that we’re not newly-weds anymore. Gone are the days when we would find it romantic to finish each others’ sentences. Well, The Hero never found it romantic. I’m the one who’s read too many cheesy romance novels for her own good. So, I would always find it romantic that my husband knew me so well that he knew exactly what I was thinking. For a while, I was convinced it was what true love was all about. After all, how many people can say that they really and truly know you? How many people cannot only accept my eccentricities but also understand, appreciate and predict them?

Turns out, a lot of people can. My best friends can. They know exactly what I’m capable of. And they say the magic words (minus the honey bit) more often than I can count. My parents can predict me. And that’s not just because they know me, but because they know me since I was born. If grad school’s taught me anything in a week, it’s that twenty-seven years ‘ worth of data is not to be sneezed at. Yet, if tomorrow, someone were to finish I sentence I started, I would be flattered.

What is it about people “knowing us” and “getting us” that makes it so important? Is it because we think it’s hard to do? Is it because we like to think we’re super duper complex and difficult to predict? Or is it just comforting to know that someone knows us so well?

Veerana and the Like

Does anyone remember the 80′s horror film called Veerana? Here’s a poster. Does this bring back any memories?

I know, I know. This movie is really old. But you might have caught it on evening Zee Cinema like I did. Perhaps some of you guys remember Jasmin floating in a tub of bubbles showing as much skin as the censors would allow in the “O Saathi” song. Go search for the song on Youtube if you really want to watch it. This is a family type blog. Oh all right. Here it is.

Anyway, this post is not about Veerana, as such. It’s about the fine art of appreciating B-grade Bollywood and in some cases, mainstream Bollywood that’s suspiciously B grade. Yes. This is my shameful secret. I love watching B grade and other assorted masala films. I love Rajnikanth’s fights. I love Balakrishna’s ability to make Tata Sumos fly into the air just by entering the villain’s adda. I love Mithun da when he sings

D se hota hai dancer
I se hota hai item
S se hota hai singer
C se hota hai chorus
O se orchestra

I love songs like Ringa Ringa (from the movie Arya 2). But before you ask, I haven’t stooped so low as to be able to accept Allu Arjun as a mainstream actor yet. Those interested in a translation of the lyrics, email me.

I love Govinda’s clothes. Yes. You heard me right. I love Govinda’s clothes in his early 90′s movies with Karishma Kapoor. Remember songs like Tum to dhokhebaaz ho? And I have a terrible memory that retains the lyrics of songs like “Accha sila diya tune mere pyaar ka“. Yes, the very song that propelled Sonu Nigam into mainstream cinema. While you’re there, don’t forget to read the comments about the song.

So… Coming back to Veerana. The movie has all the classic elements of a B grade horror movie. Bad acting, lots of skin, predictable plot, terrible make-up, evil tantriks, powerful holy men holding up Om signs, and of course, an evil, ugly witch who takes over the bodies of beautiful women who meets her end in a temple. To be able to appreciate this movie or any of my other favourites, you must be a firm believer in the principle of “It’s so bad that it’s awesome”.

Imagine for a moment that you are your driver, or maid or the watchman of your apartment complex. You’ve probably taken more crap from your employer all day than they have from their boss. You know more about inflation than the lady who’s driven around in an conditioned car who shops in the (air conditioned) store that sells Washington Apples. You’ve had enough to deal with all day and you decide to go watch a movie. There’s a Govinda flick complete with slapstick comedy, sexy heroines, songs, fights and villain’s adda. There’s another movie that’s grim, dark and real. Without a happy ending.Which do you pick?

I endorse escapism any day. And melodrama. And horror films that aren’t scary. And oh, Jasmin in the bathtub.

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