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Old Lessons on a New Dawn

I started working in the early 1990s, and unlike many of my peers, I never took the path of steady, secure jobs and a career because it was never an option for me. This was because I had always been restless. Steady meant static, secure meant fear, and career meant loss of freedom due to conformance. By this time, I had enough data from within my family, family-friends and their family-circles to conclude that I had to find my own path. Please note I use the term family-circle – in today’s parlance this would be network. Most (more than Pareto’s 80%) of the people I knew of were in careers. Of the remaining, 15% were self-employed, craftspersons or business people, and a minuscule percentage (5%) were artists, of which less than half (so overall let’s say 2%) were making a living only of art (the others did art and held day jobs.

Stepping out of college – I went to a “professional” college for hotel management, the benefits of which education was a cornerstone of my entire life) – I stepped right into the living room of my family’s one-bedroom apartment in Mumbai and I stayed put there in front of the TV, contemplating life (MTV and Star Sports were very instructive). Keeping me company was Dmess, my friend and classmate from hotel management, and the four months that we spent watching TV were for all purposes the only four months we have spent doing nothing (from an outsider’s perspective) in the past 25 years.

In the subsequent two years, I travelled to (some times working, sometimes looking for work, always staying a few months) Bengaluru, Mumbai, Nashik, Delhi, Shimla, Chandigarh, Delhi, and back to Mumbai travelling by train and bus over Rajasthan, Uttar Pradesh, Madhya Pradesh, Maharashtra, Gujarat, Punjab, Haryana and Himachal Pradesh. This was 1992-94 and it was a difficult time in some ways, globalisation had started in India, there were political changes underfoot, terrorism made its first attacks, there was turmoil and churn in the job markets, but what I discovered was that life goes on. Throughout the parts of India I travelled to, hungry multitudes continued to toil every day come rain or shine, restless youth continued to stumble into their purpose in life, seasoned veterans provided assurance, stability and became the loud voice of caution against reckless abandon, teachers taught, students learned, fathers and mothers toiled and worried about their children, the children played wherever they could find space, criminals did what they always did, politicians argued on how to come to power, government tried to keep it all together and shepherd the nation, opposition raised performance issues against the government insisting they had alternatives … and meanwhile, the sky was blue, grey, purple, red, yellow with seasons as it aways had been; the wind traveled at its own pace, the rains came and went as they pleased, the mountains stood tall, the rivers flowed and ebbed, the animal kingdom continued its progress as per Darwin’s theory, the plant kingdom waged its lonely war against a shrinking area of existence. I learned that life was happening all the time, everywhere – this learning was important and I had to evolve a mechanism eventually to keep reminding myself that my problems and I are just a tiny part of a whole, enabling me to find solutions in the broader experience of the world. 

Since May 1992, I have been out of job, out of money, out of support, out of favour in jobs, cornered, up-the-wall, down-the-creek (literally), up-the-mountain-with-no-way-to-climb-down, several times, but I have never been alone because in those two years, I learned to walk with myself. And I learned that when you learn to walk with yourself, you get closer to God, and you learn not to argue about the form or shape of God with others, but just to talk to God, the God that resides within you, guiding you. And I learnt that when you find God, you find people walking with you, people from all walks of life.

Seemed like a good lesson to revisit in a new year.

Appocalyptica … Inky Pinky Ponky — thebengali

The other day I was walking about aimlessly, looking here, looking there, generally in a lethargic mood, undecided about what I would do next, what I wanted to do, and very aware that in the meanwhile, work and errands and chores were piling up. It felt good to just take a walk without purpose – […]

via Appocalyptica … Inky Pinky Ponky — thebengali

Finding The Real Me

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A tiny young lizard makes its way across the pebbles, gravel, and sand on the banks of Pangyong Tso in Ladakh, Jammu and Kashmir; Photo: Suresh Narayanan.

The first time I saw this photograph by Suresh Narayanan, I immediately recognised myself in it.

Let me explain.

Once upon a time, long long ago, I found myself a job as the manager of a restaurant. So I put on a suit over formal clothes and tie, and went to work the first day. There I found 17 people segregated as follows: one accountant cum cashier, seven waiters, two captains, one bus-boy, one kitchen supervisor, one chef (he preferred being called a cook), three cooks, one bouncer (for the attached pub), and two cleaners. The Consultant and the Owner had both assured me that the staff would be thrilled to see a qualified and experienced manager, and that I just needed to focus on growing the business and increasing clientele. So I spent the first couple of weeks being the suit: planning, projecting, looking at the revenue trends, thinking of ways to increase clientele and revenue. I maintained cordial and back-slapping terms with the supervisors, chef, and cashier; and cordial communication with the staff. Once, the bus-boy sneaked up to me and asked to be trained as a waiter. Naturally, I pointed him to the captains and asked them to consider his request. Another time, the senior-most waiter came grubbing about not getting bigger tables which meant more tips, and how he had to run a family of 4 children. I nodded sympathetically, and spoke to the cashier and the senior captain and asked them to address his genuine challenges. In short, I smoothly slipped into the role of manager as defined by the people who hired me, because I figured that’s where they and the staff wanted me to belong.

On the third Tuesday, it all fell apart … and came together. Tuesdays were the day the restaurant ran on 30% staff since it was the traditional low-turnout day of the week (vegetarians stayed away initial work week, and so on). That Tuesday, the 200-seater restaurant did two turnovers for lunch, and one full turnover for dinner. Long story short, I promoted the bus-boy to Waiter, the senior-most waiter took on additional charge of order-taking (which gave him captain tips), the lone captain on that day quit because he couldn’t take the pressure, the cashier doubled as captain and customer manager, and I stood and cooked all orders for Chinese food alongside the chef who ran the Indian and Continental orders. From that day, the suit stayed in the cashier’s cupboard except during dinner sittings, and staff meetings included the entire restaurant. In short, I became the manager the staff needed, shedding my camouflage and they in turn, shed theirs and turned the restaurant around in the next three months, coming up with simple new ideas (e.g.: catch-of-the-day fish sold at higher prices, on-demand off-the-menu preparations at higher prices) and raising customer satisfaction levels, which in turn led to more customers and more spend per customer per visitor.

The camouflage cost me and them four months. But if I had stayed with the camouflage, it would have saved my job in the long run – I eventually got into conflict with the management because they did not want changes, and I walked away.

I kept donning facades and external personalities in many subsequent jobs because it was the easiest thing to do but it never improved anything. It took quite some time to muster up the courage to be myself first time, every time, in every situation. And even then, I still had to put on camouflage, this time for employees: because I learned that managements, managers, and employees are all wanting a great environment and amiable work atmosphere, but all three parties act on the assumption that the other parties don’t care and won’t change.

The Oxford English dictionary (am currently using the Eleventh edition from 2013) defines the noun “camouflage” as: “the natural colouring or form of an animal which allows it to blend in with its surroundings”. But this is the third meaning it defines. The primary meaning (more relevant to human behaviour) goes as: “The painting or covering of soldiers and military equipment to make them blend in with their surroundings”; additionally: “”clothing or materials used for this purpose”. If you are interested in history, this delightful article might engage you: A Brief History of Camouflage.

I believe I first came across this English word in secondary school, in the context of science studies, in relation to animals and their survival mechanisms. At about the same time, I was reading Commando, a series of comic books that illustrated specific events and situations and individual stories during the World Wars, and the Commando books introduced me to the nitty-gritty’s of camouflage in a much more accessible, albeit visual, manner. (Later, during graduation studies on history, I had occasion to think more deeply about camouflage). But it wasn’t until I started working as a journalist in my late-20s (when I was formally studying people, social behaviour and writing about various aspects of culture), that I started looking at the deeper interpretation of camouflage in everyday human behaviour. Later, exposure to different corporate environments led me to marvel at the extent of camouflage used by all of us, and the inherent, deep-rooted lessons on survival that we are all hard-wired with.

Of course, even after all the learning, I spent many years believing that camouflage is what other people do. Naturally, in my mind, I was transparent and a you-get-what-you-see kind of a person. Today, I know otherwise and here’s what I have learnt so far:

The most-frequent instance of camouflage that I come across is my Conditioned Behaviour when I am thinking of interaction with other people or when I am with other people (including family); This is probably as frequent as once every waking hour.

The second most-frequent instance of camouflage I come across is the Conditioned Behaviour of the people I meet. This is probably as frequent as once in every 4-5 hours a day. Which means, I am hiding myself four times more frequently.

The third most-frequent instance of camouflage I come across is the spotting of a grasshopper in our terrace garden (this is maybe once in a week or two).

The grasshoppers I see are usually bright green in colour, a finger to half-a-hand-palm in size, and yet it takes great concentration to spot them among the plants.

I can not, in all honesty, describe how difficult it is to spot the real intent of human beings from layers of social camouflage. Which is why I now focus only on spotting my own camouflage and dismantling it.

PS: Did you know that there are something called Tettigoniidae (leafhopper), which are very much like grasshoppers except that their antennae are much longer (at times, the antennae may be longer than their body length)?

The Leader

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LEADER ON THE MOUNTAIN: Inspiration can be found anywhere; Photo: sanjay mukherjee

Some time ago, I met this guy and he asked me, “Who do you turn to when you need inspiration?”

So I looked at him and said, “I get inspiration from anyone and anything.”

He thought about it, but was not satisfied with the answer. So he said, “There must be someone who you can always depend on to inspire you.”

“No, there isn’t. But tell me what’s troubling you?”

“I was just wondering how to cope with the meaningless routine of my work. No one gives a damn whether I am here or not. No one takes the trouble to appreciate the work that I do. But everybody pounces on me whenever the slightest thing goes wrong. I have spoken to other colleagues, but they don’t have any answers either. Who do I turn to for guidance? Who do I turn to for inspiration? If I have inspiration then I can really work. But I see nothing around me that is inspiring.”

“Do you see the sun every day?”

“Yes.”

“No, you don’t. In fact, I am quite sure you don’t look at the sun for days, probably weeks – you just know it is there.”

“I guess that’s right. I consciously look at the sun only when it is too hot or when it is cloudy.”

“But the sun rises every day.”

“Yes, it does.”

“Isn’t that reason for inspiration?”

“How can that inspire anyone?”

“The sun rises… everyday. It does not bother whether there is someone to rise for or not. It does not bother whether there is any need to rise or not. It does not look for inspiration to rise. It rises because it has to.”

“That’s too simple an explanation. The sun is not a person. It is part of a system.”

“That is true. And you are part of a system too.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know that viewpoint. I am part of the organisation; the organisation is an organism, blah, blah, and more blah.”

“Well, yes. You have a role to play like everyone else. So long as you are doing your part, your boss has no reason to say anything to you. So he or she doesn’t. The moment you don’t do your part, your boss pounces on you because the overall work is affected. That is probably how his boss behaves and how his boss’s boss also behaves… maybe that is why in some organisations no one appreciates anyone as a matter of habit. It’s not because they don’t want to appreciate you – they just don’t realise that they have to.”

“But I can’t work like that.”

“Are you unhappy with your role or your salary or work hours?”

“I am unhappy about the environment in which I work. I think it is fair to expect appreciation and inspiration.”

“But why should your boss inspire you?”

“Then why is he my boss?”

Now that question stopped me completely in my tracks. I don’t remember looking for inspiration in any of my bosses or workplaces. But that is because I had decided that it is too heavy a burden to place upon the shoulders of frail human beings. I have realised that people are able to inspire me to great heights if they don’t know that they are an inspiration for me.

But it is also true that I am always looking for inspiration.

I have thought about this matter for long and I have thought about this matter really hard and I have spoken to quite a few people and read was studied several works of art and philosophy as well. It seems to me that many of us look for inspiration every now and then. And at the work place, we look for this inspiration in bosses, peers, environment, maybe the leaders of the organisation and so on. What we tend to forget is that very few people are capable of consciously inspiring others. Let’s be honest: how many leaders do you see among our elected representatives? I see too few. But I see quite a few leaders in corporate fields. I recognise some in the field of literature, a handful in civil services, some in the field of social work and a host of potential leaders among common folk. I am troubled that I am unable to identify more than a handful of capable leaders in politics, entertainment, sports, and education – I am sure many people will beg to differ like most of my friends do. But I only see icons in sports and entertainment – I don’t see any leaders.

So who is a Leader and what is leadership? To me, leadership is a matter of investing the same amount of respect in others that you invest in yourself. Leadership is about keeping the arrogance of your ego aside and then looking at people and situations. It is about trusting other people. It is about nurturing other people till they rise to their potential. It is about giving direction when there seems none. It is about standing back and letting people do their own thing when required. And it is about having a vision that not only looks ahead but also understands the role of each individual in that future ahead and the trials and tribulations that the organisation or community or society would face before that future comes alive. A leader is someone who helps shape the future of others in a constructive manner for the common good so that the future of the society is secure.

That’s a really tall order. In all the while that I have been working in professional organisations (24 years now), I have found only one such leader: A lady going by the name Sherna Gandhy, the city editor of a newspaper I used to work for at an earlier time. She wasn’t talking and inspiring people, or nurturing or motivating them; she just got on with her job, defined what others ought to do, and gave everybody confidence simply by taking decisions and empowering her team to function fearlessly. She stood and led at all times. She was firm and clear at all times; jovial and amiable when occasion required it, flexible and decentralised in decision most of the time, demanded discipline and top-quality work from others at all times, took time to relax and play, and was respected by one and all throughout the tenure.

 Along the way I have worked with a few good managers, and some more good-hearted people who were in leadership positions. I have read about people and followed the careers and conduct of many others who seem to be good leaders. I see and hear about good leaders in various organisations around me. But leadership is not a size that fits one or all. And to my mind, there is no template that defines a leader nor one that can be followed to create one – my apologies to all those great institutions around the world that are evangelising programs that create leaders: it’s a fool’s errand or a very cleverly constructed business opportunity.

Leadership has some universal qualities and an ability to customise at the local level. And contrary to set notions, one need not have a following to become a leader. One can just stand up and be one by taking the lead in something no one else is willing to do or follow.

Of course I understand that we live in an age which is really corporate in nature and one has been taught to think of leaders. For such environments, I have always found it handy to think of people as:

  1. Leaders
  2. Managers
  3. People in leadership positions
  4. Icons
  5. Individualists
  6. Followers

 So what do you do when you need inspiration? I say, don’t wait for it. Take it from wherever you find it. If you are unable to find it, then you become the inspiration and lead others down the right path. The inspiration always comes from within your own self. While you are waiting for someone to inspire you onto greater deeds, someone else – maybe a whole nation – is waiting for you to inspire them.

But if you really cannot function without having a leader, then the following verse might be helpful when you are evaluating an individual as a leader that you may want to follow:

The Leader

Makes it look effortless, when it’s not.

Rolls up their sleeves, when others are stuck

Smiles and makes others believe it’ll be better, when it’s rough

Is humane when others would be tough

Is firm when others would crack

Is some times wrong and admits to being so

Is often right and does not brag about it around town

Grooms people by just their mere being

Follows, inspires and leads every hour every minute.

RedstoneSummerhill ties up with Glossaread

Pune, October 30, 2016:

RedstoneSummerhill is pleased to announce that it has signed an agreement to use Glossaread‘s proprietary platform for distribution of its specialised content.

The tie-up is a first for RedstoneSummerhill and it is aimed at enabling the company to provide more visibility to the works of writers and content creators that are engaged with RedstoneSummerhill.

The detailed press note is available in our newsroom.