Equal (In) Justice!

Jane is a mother of three adorable little ones, Ben, Stacy and Keith. As is the case with many households across the world, their home is always filled with cries and laughter from the games and fights by the 'darling devils', a name Jane calls them occasionally, half serious and half fun!

Usually when one of the darling devils crosses the limits of fun, Jane reminds them about the rules of the game and generally they fall in line. Rarely when the reminder did not work, she usually bestowed them with minor disciplinary actions such grounding for a day with no access to TV, games etc. But these actions were limited to the culprit which helped in directing the action to the one who committed the mistake. It also acted as a serious reminder for the rest of the kids that their mother meant business and they better get their act straight. The strategy worked all the time.

One of those days, there was an incident when the limits of fun was trespassed by Keith, the youngest of the kids. The offence was committed with the greatest margin of naughtiness till that date. Jane was furious! She was so mad that, shortly the announcement about grounding came through with new set of rules. No tabs, No TV and No games for an entire week. Her fury did not stop there. She declared that the grounding applied to all three kids. No questions asked! Jane even went beyond and got her rules framed and hung them on the wall of kids' room.

Keith tried to revolt but soon accepted his destiny. Ben and Stacy could not initially comprehend why they were getting punished for a mischief by Keith. They raised their voice of dissent. But their concerns died a painful death when their voices hit a solid wall of resistance erected by their mom. They retreated with great pain and a deep feeling of betrayal, something they never experienced before in the family.

Life moved on. Jane found her new way of reprimanding, quite easy and effective. The intermittent voices of dissent were suppressed with authority. Little did she know that her 'darling devils' were slowly drifting away from her. Soon a day would come when they all stopped talking to her. The house was no longer filled with cries and laughter from the games and fights by the darling devils. Only muffled wails and faint sobbing rippled across the walls of once vibrant home.

The rules remained hanging on the wall.

The End.

After story: If you felt a connection to the above narration to what is happening in your office environment, it is not merely incidental. An office is a logical extension of a family. The nature of decisions and its impact on people, are quite similar, whether at home or in office.

Hence if you are in a leadership role, may you be blessed with the cerebral prowess laced with emotional intelligence to take decisions that will unify the extended members of your family at office, than driving them away. Always remember, rules are meant to follow, but if you are the one who is setting them, ask yourself if they make sense, not just logically, but emotionally as well.

Game of Perceptions

It is said that, if you feel you have too many problems, you should look at people who are less fortunate than you, and all of a sudden you will realize, your problems are not problems at all.

But, what if your problems are a result of your affluence? You try to look at people less fortunate than you for solace. It is when reality hits you, that they, do not have these problems at all! You feel even more miserable. What do you do then? It is time for you to look up.

Take a good look at people even more affluent than you. Trust me, when I say, you will be blessed with the most satisfying realisation that greater the prosperity, bigger are the cost of their problems. All of a sudden, a sense of calmness engulfs you.

Life is all about perceptions...

Positively Opportunistic

I am not sure how many of you have heard of the name, Roshan Mathew. For those who do not know, he is one of the youngest actors in Indian cinema industry today who works in Malayalam, Hindi and Tamil films. While a promising actor indeed, what made me a fan, was his awesome ability to communicate, whether setting a stage on fire with an electrifying speech or a subtle way of tackling rapid fire questions in an interview, he just mesmerizes you with his sheer screen presence and an out-of-the-world way of delivering his thoughts.

Earlier in the evening today, I happened to watch an interview he gave, with Johny Lukose, one of the toughest interviewers in Malayalam media world. One of the questions directed to Roshan was about his choice of films and how selective he was compared to some of his peers. The first question was followed with a tail end question as well about whether he did not find it risky to be rejecting many roles and choosing only a few. His answer sounded quite philosophical when he said, ‘You need to be afraid only if you have a well laid out plan for years ahead. If you consider every opportunity you receive as a blessing, then you have nothing to worry’.

What promptly followed was a question about his debut movie. Roshan spoke about his foray into theatres that helped with developing a passion for acting. He received an offer for a movie named ‘Puthiya Niyamam’, a Malayalam crime drama, with lead roles handled by two of the highest paid and immensely capable actors in Indian cinemas today. Mammootty, the mega star of Malayalam cinemas and Nayanthara who is a South Indian sensation. Roshan was offered the role of a villain.

His first ever film and the role was of a villain! That did not go well with some of his close relatives and friends. They all tried to dissuade him from signing up for the movie citing the fear of getting typecasted. That was when Roshan gave an answer which truly resonated his philosophy of life. He said, ‘You need to worry about typecasting only if you are sure of getting a second film. When I am not even sure if I will get another opportunity, why would I let go a dream-come-true moment for an actor to work with stalwarts such as Mammootty and Nayanthara?’

It gave me goosebumps! Who knows? Maybe this young man is destined to be in the leagues of legends such as Anthony Hopkins or Mohanlal who either had debuted as villains or were shot to fame in a movie where they portrayed a negative character!

Opportunistic, is usually considered as a negative trait. But this is when you take away something by hook or by crook what rightfully belonged to others. On the other hand, if you are an opportunist to grab what could be rightfully yours and not being reckless to throw away what could turn out to be a pot of gold, then you are nothing but being positively opportunistic!

Ask yourself, what have you been, when opportunities knocked at your doorstep?

Tail End: Happy to share a personal moment of pride when I got to know Roshan is from Changanacherry, my own hometown in Kerala. If you want to know what really converted me as a big fan of this guy, you must watch the speech he gave at Spoken Fest Mumbai 2020: Every Story Has A House.

A friendly warning: You may want to hold on to your chair while watching the above speech!

Breaking the Bread

When we plan a multi-day trip, we usually choose a good hotel to stay which has breakfast facility. One of the main reasons is that, if you start the day with a good breakfast, that alone will keep your spirits high throughout the day. It is also the time for you as a family to recollect some of the beautiful moments from the previous day.

Considering this, on our first ever trip to Europe as a family we decided to follow the same plan. After experiencing the joy of European breakfast in Germany in a hotel, our next stop was at one of the most enchanting tourist destinations in the world, Switzerland! 

We decided to try something different this time. We found a lovely apartment at Bern through Booking.com with the option of breakfast included. The description spoke about bread, eggs, jams and a few other associated items available for breakfast. We were quite happy with the deal and also the location, as it was perfectly placed to reach the attractions we wanted to cover while being there in Swiss.

After crossing the border of Germany and Switzerland, we made a quick stop at the famous Rhine falls. By evening we reached our place of stay at Bern. It was not dark yet since it was summer. The instruction from the apartment owner was clear on how to access the apartment. We followed that and settled ourselves well for the night. 

We woke up the next day and just like how we experienced breakfast in previous hotels, we were hoping to see a welcoming spread of morning delicacies. Nothing happened. We tried contacting the owner and that was when reality struck. The description in Booking.com apparently meant, breakfast items were available in the apartment, but we had to prepare that ourselves! Bread was placed on the kitchen table. Eggs, jam and butter were in the fridge. Cooking utensils, oil and rest were available at our disposal in the house for us to make the breakfast. Coffee powder, tea bags and sugar were neatly sitting on one corner of the table, and they seemed to be mocking at our misery.

As soon as we recovered from the initial shock, we decided to prepare the breakfast. We got the eggs done. Coffee was also prepared and finally it was time to have them all together with the bread. We opened the packet of bread, which was dark brown in colour, seasoned with wholegrains. Those were the times, when we were yet to be fully into brown bread-based diet. Nevertheless, we were game to experiment this new type of bread. 

That was when shocker number two greeted us. We felt the bread was as hard as a piece of plywood that we thought we will need an axe to break it! Even after we managed to break the bread to pieces, the greatest challenge was to eat it. It won't be an understatement if I said, that was the most tasteless bread we ever had in our life! Since we were getting late and had to have something, we managed to gulp down the thing they called bread and headed out to our destination for the day.

A lesson well learned not to blindly trust and guess everything written on travel sites. When in doubt, ask! 

Happy travels...

Brave, not stupid!

Stand tall, the world tells you.
Corporates speak the same, but do they mean it?
Now that, is a priceless question!

Speak your mind, the world will sit, listen and applaud.
Do that in a boardroom, they may sit, listen, but applaud, will they?
Now that, is a priceless question!

Go the extra mile, the world will walk with you in gratitude.
Try the stunt in office, and without perceived value, will your sponsor even take a step?
Now that, is a priceless question!

Challenge the wrong, the world will march along, with righteous ones next to you.
Similar stories in corporate world, do you not see such people around you with growth stunted?
Now that, is a priceless question!

When all seem to be lost, the world tells you to hang on to the last resort, eternal hope. Strange, is it not?
Now that, is not a priceless question, because corporates tell you the same, but do they mean it?

Ladies and gentlemen, now that, is another priceless question!

Priceless stories galore...

Fearless in Darkness

Picture this. It was well past midnight, and you were at home, the same place where you had been living for the past eight years. You were enjoying a sound sleep, with your sweetheart sleeping peacefully next to you and your kids sleeping in the other bedroom. The time on the clock displayed half past two. You woke up feeling thirsty. The room was pitch black. 

You realized that you forgot to place the water bottle in the room before hitting the bed. This meant, you had to head to the kitchen where the bottle was kept. You had to walk a few feet from the bedroom to the kitchen. The big question is what would you have done? Would you sacrifice the need to quench your thirst or defy the darkness, walk to the kitchen, drink water, come back and continue sleeping as if nothing happened in the world during those moments?

Personally, I never found it difficult to navigate in darkness. While the initial moments after I woke up in the middle of a night were always a bit of challenge, my brain usually got used to the dark environment quite soon. I could then make myself go around the house and helped myself with a bottle of water or anything else I needed at night. 

But one day we had to rearrange some items in the house. Some of the furniture had to be changed places, so were a few plants. That night, around three in the morning, I woke up thirsty. As always, with my usual confidence, I headed to the kitchen. Little did I remember that some of the items around the house changed their locations. Before even I knew, I tripped on a small table and hit my head on the wall after losing my balance. It served as a good reminder not to take anything for granted, even when you are in a familiar environment, with the same set of items placed around you.

Now think about your office space. The corporate world is a big bad jungle. You will see all kinds of people around you, who have different behaviour traits, just like the animals in a jungle. Over a period of time you may develop a level of comfort with many of your colleagues. You may think the same, when it comes to your engagement with senior leaders in your organisation. You may find it quite easy to deal with all of them any given day.

Having said that, just like a jungle, you may suddenly come across a danger that was lurking in one corner that you never noticed before. All of a sudden, that one friendly colleague may reveal the personality of a traitor. The boss whom you deeply trusted may transform into the worst bully you had ever known. The executive leader of your department whom you admired and even revered may display the true colors which really turned out to be nasty. All of these may suddenly sweep you off your feet. Just like how the rearranged furniture made me trip one night, when I thought everything was normal.

All of us, being humans, naturally tend to trust people over a period of time. That is how we are designed. But always remind ourselves that someone whom you considered as a known angel may truly be an unknown devil in disguise. 

Hence, while being fearless in darkness may make you feel like a knight, be aware of the presence of predatorial instincts in the corporate jungle, so that you do not trip yourself and become a prey. You do not need to wait to learn this from your own experience. Watch your seniors, listen to their stories and adapt your own course of journey. This will help you detect potential threats, fight those battles you could win, but more importantly retreat from others which is not worth the fight to win another day. This will ensure that you do not end up on the wall-of-sympathy in your organisation for being the unfortunate prey, who chose not to be careful about the changing dynamics of the office environment. 

Watch out and be safe! They are all out there...

PS: Inspired by Stranger Things and real-life experience of seniors.

When Tipu Sultan got me fired!

One of the best things that happened to us while growing up in India during early 90s was that we were not spoilt for choices. Life was much simpler. We had just one service provider for TV programmes those days called Doordarshan. There used to be two channels, one broadcasting national level programmes mostly in Hindi and the other one with programmes in Malayalam, the local language of Kerala.

Being a boy of primary school age, one of the best series that attracted my attention was an epic portrayal of Tipu Sultan, the fearless warrior king of Mysore who defended the kingdom from British invasion during late 1700s. Episodes after episodes spoke volumes about his valour that I could not watch the programme without getting goosebumps.

I was quite intrigued with many battle sequences portrayed in the series. Nevertheless, there was one scene where the Sultan was seen drawing his majestic sword that he used in many of the wars. The music that accompanied was equally brilliant which immersed the viewers into the real battle itself! All of these happened ages before the world had even heard of the term virtual reality.

As many young kids in those days, I loved to imitate everything that a hero did. Right after one of the exciting episodes, I decided I needed to have a sword. Now, the biggest question was, where could I find a sword?! A real sword was obviously out-of-question for a ten-year-old boy and those were the days, as I mentioned earlier, when the choices were quite limited for everything, including toys. The best thing about those constraints were that you would find opportunities around you and did not need anyone to define it for you. And boy! Did I not find the best available sword in the whole neighbourhood? Absolutely!

Ever since I could remember him, my dad was majorly into gardening. With great difficulty, he must have got a plant named Sansevieria Cylindrica, a succulent commonly known as African Spear. It had stems, green in colour which looked quite a lot like a sword with round base and pointed edges. I promptly cut one of those stems and held it high, even with greater pride than Tipu Sultan himself, admiring my newly found weapon of power!

The next question was how I could hang the sword on my ‘royal armour’ which was a pair of shorts. Innovation came quite easily those days. Mom had kept a roll of jute thread in the kitchen for the purpose of tying cardboard boxes for storage. I cut the thread at a length that was enough to go around my shorts and did a perfect knot so that the sword can be placed right through the loop where it could stay without much support. Thus, a true legend was born, the Sword of Tipu Sultan of Kerala!

The sword lasted for a couple of episodes. That was when the local Sultan faced a major challenge. Being a plant, the stem of Sansevieria Cylindrica started getting dried up. After a few weeks, the sword was quite skeletal in shape. I realised with pain that it was neither good enough to fight the British nor even a stray dog that appeared on the streets once a while. Obviously, a Sultan cannot continue his rule without a sword.  

My eyes went back to Sansevieria Cylindrica. Within a few weeks, a portion of the plant started disappearing. Swords were made one after the other. The reign of Sultan continued without much of an issue, till the time my dad figured out what was going on!

What followed was something you will never come across in the recorded history of India. I vaguely remember running around the backyard of our house holding tightly to the last of my ‘sword’ with dad chasing me down without even realizing that he was chasing the Sultan of Kerala!