He kept seeing the brains dribbling down the wallpaper. It wasn’t the killing that stayed on his mind, it was the spilled talent. A lifetime of honing and shaping torn apart in less than a second. All those stories, all those images, and what came out looked like so much oatmeal. What was the point?

An organisation can neither appreciate nor appraise correctly a bright & talent till the people at its topmost height think that it requires a wrong person over the right workforce to get the job done.

Never follow anybody who hasn’t asked “why”.

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