Monday, January 17, 2011

Robots Run the Asylum

Winter was mild and cool

Time for fun& play

But old Mr. Ram was hard at work

 

25 years back on a fine summer day

Mr. Ram opened his factory

So that it never shuts down

 

Within last 5 seasons

Mr. Ram bought or built 6 more factories around the globe

So that his businesses never close & monies flow

 

Last autumn, when leaves were losing colors

Mr. Ram turned 72

He suddenly became young at heart & more adventurous

 

So, on a fine winter morning

He vowed never hit the streets to the airport again

Except visit his oldest factory once a day

 

50 years back

He was the brightest management student around

Now he thinks all management theories are nothing but junk

 

So he decides to muddle the mud on the shop floor

With his own ideas tinged by ‘creativity’

Rejecting all that he passionately knew


One Sunday evening when the moon shone bright

He had one of his brightest ideas

Why not have three Works Managers instead of one?

 

Next morning when employees trooped in grudgingly

They saw the notice board in awe

Henceforth each one would handle 5 bosses


By afternoon, when the sun shone dimly on the wintry sky

Managers were crest fallen – not knowing what to do

Employees smiled clearly knowing the path ahead

 

By Friday evening the air was chill

Productivity went through the floor

Lunatics ran the asylum

 

Darkness fell, stilling everything around

Motion came to a grinding halt.

Robots moved everywhere not knowing where to go

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