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Ethics in Business


2010
08.31

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.

The Brahmin Thing


2010
01.28

So, for the longest time, I never knew what to answer when someone, anyone, asked me, “Are you Brahmin?”

I started out being stunned. I was naive enough to think that because caste didn’t matter to me, it didn’t matter to anyone.

After a while, I moved on to being judgmental. I always looked down on people who asked about “caste” as people unworthy of my attention. But then, I realized there were people right in my (extended) family who I liked to whom caste mattered a great deal.  This didn’t seem right. How could ordinary sane, rational, “good” people care about something as silly as caste?

When I turned seventeen, I identified myself as “OC” for the first time. Suddenly, it started to seem unfair that there were people who attended the same school as mine who were in no way “backward” who would be chosen over me. The system didn’t seem right. But more importantly, it didn’t seem right that there were people who didn’t mind lying about being  ”backward” just because it meant they received additional benefits.

I went through college with a kind of resentment for those who managed to get to where “they didn’t deserve to be” just because of their caste. Looking back, it seems very hypocritical to me. After all, I benefited from the “women’s quota” reservation myself!

With time, judgment gave way to curiosity. I dabbled with the shadier sides of Orkut  and joined quite a few of the “brahmins unite” groups just to see what the fuss was about. The larger groups were more of a symbol on someone’s profile. The smaller, regional groups played the same role as telugumatrimony.com. Overall, the experiment was a failure. I learned nothing new.

When I moved to the US I thought caste wouldn’t matter given it doesn’t matter to anyone around. But I’ve heard the question on occasion, “Are you vegetarian? Is it by choice or…” Granted, not everyone who asks the question is interested in knowing your caste. But you can tell when the person is interested in learning about more than your dietary choices.

Last semester, I talked about India in my International Business class. The biggest question everyone had was about caste. “How does it feel”, a woman asked, “when you look at each other and know the difference in caste, but we can’t tell the difference?” Something cleared up in my mind after that. I replied, “All societies find ways to classify people. Caste just happens to be the Indian way. ‘Upward mobility’ and ‘financial success’ are not a function of your caste. Caste is just something you’re born with and you choose what you want to do with it.”

What made me think of this today? I just finished checking the “I am not Hispanic” box on all my grad school applications.

Goodbye TV!


2010
01.20

Yesterday, we finally cut cable. Now we only get to watch reruns of Friends, Seinfeld, That 70′s Show and Scrubs in the evening and “Judge Judy” kind of shows in the afternoons. Granted, we still have Youtube, Netflix and a hundred or so dvd’s at home but we still feel liberated.

TV in America is so specialized. There are channels dedicated to Home and Garden (HGTV), cooking (Food Network), real and imaginary catastrophies (The History channel), mating habits of animals (you know which one that is) and reality shows (all of the others). It’s so different from Indian TV where on any channel, at any time of the day, you can only find gaudily dressed women wearing atrocious makeup plotting against each other.

So now we’ve slipped into this little cocoon where we’re cut off from mainstream America. I feel more desi than I ever did in India.

I think the self imposed holiday is finally over. If I don’t find a job soon, I’ll turn into one of those wonderful NRI aunties who do “all housework without help” and also find time to knit and sew.I’m going to go job hunting! Wish me luck!

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