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That magical time of the year is here! When the three words increase your heart rates, forgotten achievements return from the dead and everyone becomes a part-time archaeologist digging through emails for evidence of productivity. Yes! Appraisal Cycle. Well I have come up with three theories that I believe everyone of us go through during the appraisal cycle. The Great Productivity Paradox, The Corporate Archaeology and the Schrödinger's Appraisal. Read the blog for a hearty laugh and let me know am I right about the theories. Do share if you have few theories up your sleeve as well! And if my style of writing and sense of humour resonate with you, you'll probably enjoy my book too. 📖 The Diary of a Bespectacled 30-Year-Old https://www.amazon.in/Diary-Bespectacled-30-Year-Old/dp/B0DZXNZVQQ

Remember those school essays? "Great leaders are born, not made. Discuss." I used to passionately argue in favour of this statement. After all, it sounded convincing. Leaders, I believed, were simply wired differently. Years later, after working with some exceptional people, I have changed my mind. Leadership isn't forged in boardrooms or defined by job titles. It's built in the quiet moments that rarely make it to performance reviews. The decision to listen before reacting, the courage to stand by your convictions, the discipline to show up when motivation has clocked out, and the empathy to see people as humans before employees. The more I observe, the more I realise that great leadership isn't about commanding attention. It's about earning trust. In my latest blog, I explore the four qualities that, in my experience, separate good managers from great leaders. So do you think leaders are born, or are they made? I would love to know. Read the blog and let me know your thoughts. #Leadership #LeadershipDevelopment #PersonalGrowth #CareerGrowth #Workplace #ProfessionalDevelopment #Management #LifeLessons #PinkTin #Blog

Coming from the text book people pleaser, I thought if I worked hard enough, people will be happy! However, I was wrong. My senior, she had a habit of thinking out loud, and out of habit, she muttered “Why can’t she be more like the girl who worked before her?” under her breath. And I heard it. That was it. One sentence. No dramatic confrontation. No public humiliation. Just one passing remark about what or how she felt about my work. And the job was done. My confidence crumbled. My self-respect took a hit. And the textbook people-pleaser in me responded in the only way she knew hoe – working even harder to prove her worth. Looking back, it was almost funny. I was trying to bribe someone into validating my work ethics with productivity, As if extra work could change her opinion already been formed. Nothing I did was enough, because the problem was never my effort or my work. The problem was I handed someone else the remote control to my self-worth. Now standing on the other side of 30, I want to tell that scared 25 year old, “Bro, other people’s happiness cannot come at the cost of your sanity.! Scr*w that senior! Don’t let her define your worth.”

Well, I have earned the title "PPT Gupta" for a reason. Read on to know why. And if you like my style of writing and illustration, you can read my book here - https://www.amazon.in/Diary-Bespectacled-30-Year-Old/dp/B0DZXNZVQQ Yes, I have written a book.... 🥹

Around 10 years ago, my little brother told me he wanted to be an Uber driver when he grew up.

Luxury isn’t loud. It lingers. Beyond marble and chandeliers lies something quieter — intention, legacy, and spaces that feel rooted. Because true luxury isn’t about what shines. It’s about what stays.

Have you ever let your eyes rest on something for a second longer? Not a glance. Not a scan. Just a linger. I’ve been thinking about how much we miss because we’re always moving — racing office time, chasing deadlines, living in “morning mode.” But when you pause, even briefly, the ordinary begins to reveal metaphors. Children playing hopscotch on broken pavements. The shift in energy between the morning rush and the evening return. Clouds that look suspiciously like spaceships if you stare at them long enough. It’s fascinating how many stories hide in plain sight — waiting for someone to notice. I wrote a short piece about this idea — about attention, pace, pareidolia, and the metaphors life quietly places at every turn. If this resonates, read the complete blog here:

My Writing Routine

Pages over Pixels

If you could give your 10-year-old self one book, what would it be?

Dadu

Raise your voice

The Shiny One

The Shiny One

The Shiny One

The Shiny One