As I mentioned in my previous post, I was stuck in London for 6 days on account of the unpronounceable Icelandic Volcano.
It is no small miracle then, that I find myself, a week later, at home writing these series of posts from the comfort of my home. This was one of the most stressful events ever in my life, not because I was in any immediate bodily danger, but because I was not in control of my return trip. The trip to London was meant to last 2 days, but when the European airspace was closed indefinitely, it calamitously brought my world to a halt. I was rendered helpless by the turn of events around me. I could no longer choose how I wanted to leave, let alone choose when I would leave. The stoppage of air traffic meant that I could be stuck in UK for weeks, or even months. It's this helplessness that caused me much grief. And I wasn't alone.
Speaking with other folks from my company who were similarly stuck in London with no exit options, I found that they mirrored my state of mind almost exactly. Neither of them was looking at this sudden shock as a "free vacation", where they could take time out to enjoy London, or to just focus on work. Each one of my stranded compatriots were looking at ways to escape from this island jail, and to reach home where the families are. As one colleague joked (wryly, no doubt) to his wife, "Why don't you buy two ads in the India news papers...one should be my Obituary, and another should be a Matrimonial ad for yourself"! No jokes were off color!
No choices were too undesirable, as we share alternate means of return. We heard that Paris airport was open one day, and Madrid and Barcelona were open on other days. We heard that the British Royal Navy was sending ships to Spain to get their citizen back from Spain...and the ships may have room on the ride out. Eurostar trains to Paris ran on a certain schedule, and may have room in a couple of days. We found out that a taxi ride to Paris was 5 hours, and Madrid was 24 hours. We even discovered that in the event of a complete shutdown of European airspace for the next few months, there were cruise ships (a la The Titanic!!!!!) that ran across the Atlantic.
The media circus was not helping at all. In the six days I stayed extra, I became quite familiar with the British press- print, online and television. The press was tossed between reporting on the Volcano disaster, and the forthcoming elections. The reportage on the air travel chaos was full of "breaking news" that was essentially regurgitated across all media. Authentic news was mixed with rumors, opinion and conjecture.
I experienced firsthand that there is a clear link between the mind and the stomach. It's called psychosomatic stress, and it's a not a pleasant roller coaster to be riding. The stress and anxiety in the mind affects the stomach, where the stomach is made to create excess stomach acid. Now, the stomach is upset for days. On day 2, when the external anxiety has abated (after all, there was no immediate risk to me or my family), but the stomach is still producing excess acid. This trips the brain into thinking that, "Hey! The body is upset about something. What could it be upset about"? Conveniently, the brain finds much to be upset about, and the whole show gets into it's second season. This cycle worsened every day, until I realized that the only way to fix the mind is to fix the stomach first. A couple of days of Zantac later, I was ready to take on official conference calls with the ferocity of a tiger.
(Look up books by Robert Sapolsky to learn more about stress in human beings and other animals. Here's a starter lecture on youtube).
Count your blessings. The benefits of a devout early education is that I still remember the morning assembly prayers about "Count your blessings, name them one by one...". Very clearly, if I HAD to be held up for an indefinite period, London would be the best place to be at. I had friends and family in the city, was put up in a hotel, had an office to go to, and was personally quite safe and happy.
Even more importantly, it was clear that there were much larger entities at work that would get me out of London quickly. All the airlines were losing money every day they didn't fly, and there is no way they would give up their battle to open up the airspace. Also, there were more people stuck OUTSIDE the UK trying to get in, than there were INSIDE the UK trying to get out. Which means that it would be easier to get out of the place than it would be to get.
I am treating this episode as a wake up call. Maybe the global jet-setting lifestyle needs to be re-thought. There is a price we pay, every time we fly away from our family and loved ones. Should we have stayed home?
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Lava + Ice = Fear + Longing in London
As a rule, I don't watch disaster flicks on long flights. To me, being inside a metal tube high in the air while breathing recycled air and continuously fed insipid pseudo-food, is like carrying around a can of highly flammable vaporized liquid in my right hand. Adding a bad disaster flick (of the type of, say, "2012" or "I am Legend") is like holding a lighted match in the left hand. Bring the two together, and the combination is explosive. No thanks...I'd rather watch "The Men Who Stare at Goats" or "Sherlock Holmes".
Ironical, then, that I should find myself in London last weekend. The volcanic eruption of Iceland had just taken place, and the entire European airspace shut down for an unspecified period of time. Here I was, alone on a crowded island, with no means of escape, and no way of getting to my lovely wife and adorable kids. No idea when I would see them next. Maybe next week, maybe next month, maybe next year...
"This is how it was in '2012'," Mojo said helpfully, "all we have to wait for is a large earthquake in California". Oh No! I thought. Not California!!! My family is out there. They don't know where the disaster recovery kit is in the garage. They will need less drinking water (since I'm not home), but cellphones won't work in that case, and the water mains will need to be closed along with the gas valve...The frenzied imagination of a troubled mind continued late into the night. I slept very little that entire week, worrying incessantly about worst cases, and praying for an escape route to get back home. Being amongst friends was hardly a consolation, let alone being with friends who wished to share their fore-knowledge of forthcoming disasters.
I will write a series of posts about the time I spent in London agonizing about the life I once had, and the meaning and impact of this incarceration. For now, treat this as a starter post...
Ironical, then, that I should find myself in London last weekend. The volcanic eruption of Iceland had just taken place, and the entire European airspace shut down for an unspecified period of time. Here I was, alone on a crowded island, with no means of escape, and no way of getting to my lovely wife and adorable kids. No idea when I would see them next. Maybe next week, maybe next month, maybe next year...
"This is how it was in '2012'," Mojo said helpfully, "all we have to wait for is a large earthquake in California". Oh No! I thought. Not California!!! My family is out there. They don't know where the disaster recovery kit is in the garage. They will need less drinking water (since I'm not home), but cellphones won't work in that case, and the water mains will need to be closed along with the gas valve...The frenzied imagination of a troubled mind continued late into the night. I slept very little that entire week, worrying incessantly about worst cases, and praying for an escape route to get back home. Being amongst friends was hardly a consolation, let alone being with friends who wished to share their fore-knowledge of forthcoming disasters.
I will write a series of posts about the time I spent in London agonizing about the life I once had, and the meaning and impact of this incarceration. For now, treat this as a starter post...
GodMen Chronicles Part 4 (of 4)
The Ignorant Spokesman(Fictional. Continuing The GodMen Chronicles)
A scandal had broken out the previous night. Some es-Mishtiqiyas had gone to the media with printouts of bank transcripts, land records, and a video that showed someone looking like Swami Mishtick in, shall we say, "a compromising position" with several female, blond sanyasins. The story had traveled like wildfire, trending into the top of Twitter overnight. TV channels were all over the story, some endlessly streaming an old BBC expose documentary on Swamiji and the "dark mishtiqiya cult", as they put it. The 24-hour news cycle was relentless, and late January is one of the slowest news periods of the year. Most business news channels too diverted their attention from the annual Davos love-fest, and featured stories about this new scandal instead. It made for great television.
(originally posted at http://rustus.blogspot.com)
By 8am, the ashram gate was surrounded by TV crews, their satellite connections beaming out images into homes all across India, and perhaps, out into the wider universe. The mela outside the ashram had taken a festive look, with reporters competing for square footage that covered the maximum of the "Himalayan Retreat" building behind them.
"Built like something out of Disneyland, this grotesque building is testimony to the massive extent of this swindle. Our sources estimate that this building was built with Twelve Million Dollars worth of donations. Donations that were meant to go to the poor and needy in India, but were spent on these luxuries for the fake Swami and his troupe. For KGB-32, this is Lakshmi Jain".
And another...
"The rumors of mis-management and mistreatment of inmates have surfaced every few months around the 'Mishtiqiya' community. Our anonymous sources, some of whom were high ranking officials inside this mysterious cult, have tipped us about the murders of four young men, and six young women at this very ashram in the last four years. It is said that the orange building that you see inside..", and here the camera zooms out to reveal the super-specialty hospital, " is the site of these crimes. The local police has refused to register the cases, and are said to be hand in glove with the ashram authorities...".
By 10am, quite a crowd had gathered. Some of the protesters were members of the local Satrang Bal, under the control of the local strongman. Very deliberately, and under the watchful gaze of the 24-hour TV crews, the protesters burnt effigies of the Swami, and started to tear down one of the walls of the ashram. Local police had arrived at the scene, but seemed to be under instructions to do nothing on camera. They watched on as well.
Unaware of the developments at the ashram gate, or even the news storm since previous night, Deva Ananda walked over to the ashram office inside the Himalayan Retreat at noon. He walked over to Andaracharya's plush office and smiled gently, "Shal-Aum Andaracharyaji. Swamiji's blessings on us".
Andaracharya turned off the 60" LCD television on his wall, and turned towards Deva Ananda. "Shal-Aum Deva Anandaji. Swamiji's blessings on us. Please come in and sit here". He gestured towards the deep orange sofas inside his office, as he himself sat down on his black leather sofa. "You are very lucky. Swamiji has chosen you for a very special task. Are you ready?"
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At 12:30pm, Deva Ananda nervously touched his glasses, as he entered the MishTV media room. He looked again at the paper in his trembling hands, trying to memorize the text before him. He had never faced a live news camera, and this seemed like a bad time to start. He walked over to the center of the media stage, and took one last look at the crowd around him. Cameras had started flashing as soon as he had opened the door, and now the whirring of two dozen TV cameras filled the room. The room went quiet as he settled into his seat, the silence punctuated with the flash of still cameras, and the background hum of the TV cameras. They waited.
"
Hello. I am Dr. David Freeman, and I am the official spokes-person for the Mishtiqiya Ashram.
We would like to say that we are dismayed by the baseless allegations made recently in the press, and deny them completely. We would like to assert that Swami Mishtick is a divine soul and a renunciate. He does not have any earthly belongings.
We would also like to deny Swamiji's connection with any form of bodily involvement with any member of the community. We are aware that there are some videos claiming to be Swamiji, and would like the public to know that Swamiji is celibate. These videos are obviously fake propaganda created to sully Swamiji's name and good work.
The Mishtiqiya Ashram is a public service community. We would like to remind the public that the community runs 39 state-of-the-art hospitals, and 12 institutions of higher learning. We have a record of service to the community that cannot be tarnished by these baseless accusations.
Swamiji himself is away for his Maun Vrat, a vow of silence, in the Himalayas. He will not be available for comment on this matter until his meditation is over.
Copies of this statement are available on the table to my right. We will not take any more questions.
Thank you, and Shal-Aum".
GodMen Chronicles Part 3 (of 4)
Swirling Rumors
(Fictional, continuing the GodMen Chronicles)
Next morning, Deva Ananda set out for the hospital for his daily duties at 6am. As Deva Ananda walked the ashram, he was in the habit of looking at the granite paved pathway and silently reciting Swamiji's "heart calming mantra". Today, he heard someone call him from behind. Shal-Aum, Deva Anandaji! Folding his hands, he replied back instinctively "Shal-Aum to you brother! Swamiji's blessings on us!". He turned around to look for the source of this greeting, his greeter was walking towards him. It was the white-robed Swami Andaracharya, the head trustee of Swamiji's public service organizations.
(Originally posted at http://rustus.blogspot.com)
Thinking that he might get a few answers from Andaracharyaji, Deva Ananda waited for him to catch up. Swamiji's blessings on you, Deva Anandaji. You look unusually worried today. What is on your mind?
"Andaracharyaji, with Swamiji's blessing I live a contented life. However, I have been troubled by the mischief that some outsiders are making, and their slanderous accusations about Swamiji. How could it be true that Swamiji has crores of Dollars in Swiss bank accounts? Swamiji has renounced the world, and he doesn't even own more than one robe."
Andaracharyaji looked calmly at Deva Ananda, as if to size him up. After a long pause and a sigh, he said with a studied and measured tone, "Deva Anandaji, this is all part of Swamiji's leela. He had said many years ago that he will create such a situation, where the true belief of his followers will be tested. He is trying to test us. The truth is what it is. We have to pray to Swamiji that we have the courage and belief to ride through this. He had said that only his true followers will find the path to eternal heaven. Do you want to pass this test, Deva Anandaji?"
"Of course, with Swamiji's blessings, I have been with him for many lives," Deva Ananda said, "but I worry about so many of our brothers and sisters who have left the ashram after falling pray to these vile and vicious rumors. Before she left, Sister Prema Carol had told me that she met some people who Swamiji had met...er...intimately." Deva Ananda hesitated as he said the last few words, not sure if even repeating these things would be proof of his lack of belief.
What he didn't tell Andaracharyaji was that Sister Prema Carol had told him many other things about Swamiji. She told him that Swamiji's real estate empire was now worth $1.2 bn, and that the hefty donations from international and rich devotees to the hospitals far outpaced the value of the medical service the specialty hospitals were giving out. She also said that the rumors of murders on campus were true, and that some ex-Swami followers had set up a website to expose the truths about Swamiji's business and carnal affairs.
She had also told him that Swamiji had hand-selected him to be initiated into the ashram because he was looking for a free cardio-surgeon! Deva Ananda could not believe this at all. "I am cardiologist, not a surgeon!", is what he said at the time. The connection he felt to Swamiji was real, and there was no doubt in his mind that he had known Swamiji for many lives. This must all be a pack of lies, he had thought to himself as he waved goodbye to Sister Prema Carol at the golden gate on the south side of the ashram. That was 2 months ago.
"Deva Anandaji, this world is Swamiji's leela! We mustn't give in to these temptations. Let us pray to Swamiji for courage." Andaracharyaji smiled benignly as he said this. Now he put his right arm on Deva Ananda's shoulder and leaned forward- "Swamiji has blessed you with a new mission. Please come into the ashram office today afternoon".
Not sure of whom to believe, Deva Ananda walked on to the hospital. "I should call Sister Prema Carol and seek her counsel as well. Maybe in the evening when it's morning on the east coast". He had cut his connection with his past life, and his new, invented life seemed to be moored next to fictional buoys. Exit was not much of a choice.
Continued here...
GodMen Chronicles Part 2 (of 4)
The One Who Brings Joy to the Gods
(continuing The GodMen Chronicles)
Bespectacled, thin and tall, Dr. David Freeman looked every part the respectable cardiologist that he was. He had a very successful practice in New York before he attended Swami Mishtick's Meditation Retreat in northern California. He had spent his youth fascinated by eastern mysticism, and had dabbled in Buddhism for a few years. He had come across Swami Mishtick's followers a few times in his trips to India, and one of then convinced Dr. Freeman to attend the Retreat. Even at the time, $5,000 seemed a high price to pay, but he found the session absolutely worth it.
(Originally posted at http://rustus.blogspot.com)
Swamiji had the clearest eyes, clear as the bright blue New Mexico sky. His long flowing hair were a reminder of his previous birth as the Buddha and Krishna. His smile was radiant and disarming. And his words...oh! His words made easy the wisdom gathered over a thousand births. His voice could make time stand still. He talked about the time he spent meditating in the Himalayas. 12 years of silent contemplation gave him an inner fire that burns only in the most enlightened. He had the power to heal the sick, and bring back the dead. Such was his meditation in the Himalayas. There he discovered his past lives, and his future lives. He divined the reasons why his soul had descended to the Earth into this body. He had work to do in this life.
After he came back from his self-imposed exile from humanity, he took the name of Swami Mishtick, and he declared that he was an incarnate God, a true Avatar of the Buddha and Krishna. His duty in this life was to take humanity back to its' glorious ways, and show the world the true way to eternal bliss. He got busy setting up his first ashram in southern India. Then, he took his message internationally. When Dr. Freeman first met him, Swamiji's community was present in 32 countries, with 43 ashrams. About 21 million people counted themselves lucky to be Swamiji's followers.
"Shal-Aum", Swamiji had said to him. At first Dr. Freeman thought this was a little reference to his Jewish heritage. Later, he realized that this is the greeting Swamiji used with everyone. The Mishtiqiya community had it's own language, it's own customs, and it's own lifestyle.
Those 21 days were bliss-filled for Dr. Freeman. Swamiji paid special attention to Dr. Freeman, recognizing within him his old disciple from a previous birth. It was there, right there, that Swamiji inspired him to give up his earthly ambitions and join the ashram. "You will become 'Deva Ananda', the one who brings joy to the Gods", Swamiji said. Dr. Freeman sold off his practice, renounced his family ties, dedicated his entire life's savings (about $3.1 million) to Swamiji, and became Deva Ananda, the one who brings joy to the Gods.
Once in India, Deva Ananda was pleased to learn that Swamiji has recently blessed the creation of a super-specialty hospital in the very ashram he had been ordained at. Being a cardiologist, he could resume his practice at this ultra-modern hospital. This time, he would work for free, and his services would be available to the lowest strata of the society- the sick, the tired, the needy.
Soon, Deva Ananda settled into his ashram routine. Five years had gone by. Ashram life was all consuming. Swamiji was a strict disciplinarian and a hard taskmaster. The day began at 5am with meditation and prayers to Swamiji, and went on without stop until 10pm. There was no moment to rest. Swamiji wouldn't tolerate it in his ashrams.
In Swamiji's absence for meditation and travel, the affairs of Swamiji's trust and ashrams fell onto Swami Andaracharyaji. He had been a banker in his past life, until he was taken in by Swamiji, and initiated into the secret yoga. Swami Andaracharya was no ordinary Sanyasi- now dressed in flowing white robes, and a gray beard that were a sign of his years and his purity. It was Andaracharyaji who had Swamiji's blessing and a capacity to organize and manage the trust's community activities. He managed the flow of funds, and the build out for new ashrams.
Continued here...
GodMen Chronicles Part 1 (of 4)
The Restless Sanyasi(Fictional, continuing the GodMen series)
Deva Ananda Mishtiqiya was distraught. Late January in southern India is as pleasant a time as you can get on the plateau. Nights are nippy, slightly cold, and the days smell of Valentine roses. Deva Ananda had been sleeping fitfully for the last three nights, and had been restless and sweaty all day. He couldn't think of anything specific that was causing this. Like an unexplained itch that scratching won't relieve, this restlessness was gnawing away at the serenity that had become his cloak at the ashram.
(Originally posted on http://rustus.blogspot.com)
His sanyasi's (one who has renounced the world) quarters at the ashram were spartan. Bare ochre walls, adorned only with 3x8' photos of Swamiji (smiling in one, blessing pose in another), a small television perpetually tuned into Swami Mishtick's MishTV channel, a single bed, small desk fan, a dark blue BeeTel phone, and a wooden chair. Deva Ananda mindlessly turned the TV on. He didn't feel like listening to the "Shal-Aum to You" program that was on MishTV. Out of habit, and not really hoping to see anything more interesting, Deva Ananda changed the channel. Business news on CNBC. "...Every attempt made to eliminate the gap failed. As the promoters held a small percentage of equity, the concern was that poor performance would result in the takeover, thereby exposing the gap. It was like riding a tiger, not knowing how to get off without being eaten...". They were discussing another depressing financial scandal, this time in the Indian IT services industry. Nothing Deva Ananda could relate to. Never ridden tigers before.
He turned off the TV and picked up an old magazine...“It’s all just one big lie,” Madoff told his employees on Dec. 10, according to a statement by prosecutors. The firm, Madoff allegedly said, is “basically, a giant Ponzi scheme.” "That's great! More crummy news..." Deva Ananda muttered to himself, "all the world needs is more crummy news about cheats and swindlers". He decided to go out for a walk in the ashram.
The ashram was set in a 67-acre area, surrounded by trees and giant granite boulders, and 15 kilometers away from the busy industrial city nearby. Kept clean by an army of workers and resident sanyasis, the ashram was a modern day architectural wonder. Looking as-if dreamed-up by yogi on a soma-induced high, the ashram had all the trappings of a modern corporate campus. The "Himalayan Retreat" was designed like the lofty mountains that Swamiji was said to have spent 12 years of his youth meditating in. There was a super-specialty hospital on the ashram, as were the living quarters for the 500 or so sanyasis who lived and worked at the ashram. This was paradise. And where there's paradise, often comes trouble.
There had been rumors about Swamiji in the past too. The usual chin-wagging by self-righteous left wing types complaining about the "luxury" ashram, the expensive hospitals built on donations, and the "excesses" of the $6000 retreat that Swamiji held for the new initiates. No. These new rumors were far more sinister. New allegations were swirling around like dry leaves on a hot summer day. A redux of rumors of an unexplained series of disappearances and deaths in the ashram. Some new stuff had come up about Swamiji's sexual escapades and Swiss bank accounts. Don't they know, Swamiji's inner circle said, Swamiji is God incarnate! He doesn't need their money- he's here to show us all the way to heaven!
Deva Ananda reached back to his room, and picked up the phone to call his mother at her Jewish old age home in Parsippany, NJ. Please leave a message for Mrs. Freeman... "Mom! It's me- David. It's been years since we spoke. I'm fine. Just wanted to hear your voice. Love Deva A...er...it's David. Bye!"
Continued here...
A few Godmen!
It is divine intention, then, that as I started my next set blog-meditations on the subject of "belief", I am blessed by the coming out, so to speak, of several all-too-familiar shock-news stories about Godmen in India. And thus, this post was written, by the will of the creator!(Originally posted on http://rustus.blogspot.com)
If you've been following me, I had posted a few weeks ago about my deep resoaking in traditional India. There, I realized just how deep is our urge to connect with something divine, and how far each of us is willing to go to believe. In my many recent trips to India, I have continued to be surprised by the prodigious rise of the Godman culture. There are TV channels, billboards, posters, pocket-calendars, internet darshans, blogs, temples, satsangs, and Youtube channels that proclaim the divinity of an alarming number of self-styled Babas, Gurus, Mahants, surplus Shankaracharyas, Swamis and other ochre-robed manifestations of divinity.
Not one to make fun of someone's faith- and risk eternal hellfire and internet flames- I kept my opinions to myself so far. However, I suspect it's well within reasonable limits to think about the reasons behind this phenomenon. What is driving it?
Let me anticipate my future posts here, briefly, and then leave you with a snapshot of the week-that-was in the much loved serial: "GodMen...plyng evrywhrTM".
Believing in something is easier than knowing everything: First off, there is too much information in the world around us. I'll research just how much in a future post, but we know that the scientific and information revolution in the last couple centuries has expanded the "information quantity" by several orders of magnitude. The human brain, unfortunately, has not kept pace. Hence, we have to limit ourselves to knowing only a fraction of the stuff that's out there, and we have to believe the rest. That means, if someone is simplifying reality for me, he's doing me a favor, and I must call him my Guru. Problem solved, no!
Everyone's doing it: Belief is like the swine flu- it's infectious. If my neighbors have it, and their neighbors have it, then I would be foolish not to have it! I start believing partly to fit in, and partly because it helps simplify my life (see above). Then, I become a vector of this belief and through my inspired anecdotes and miracles, I infect others with my belief.
A few good Godmen: Like honest politicians, not all Godmen are out to cheat, swindle, and defraud (Gawd! I love the Thesaurus). There are quite a few Godmen who are honest, and are interested in the public good. That's what keep the engine moving. I think.
The long tail of spirituality: Think about it- with so many channels of information, you can find just the guru that you were looking for. You can get a north Indian guru, a south Indian guru, a pan-hindu guru, a post-hindu guru, a cancer-curing guru, a cute kid guru. There are all types of gurus out there, and with the information distribution that's possible with TV and internet, each small niche will be fulfilled.
GodMan-liness is a scale business- big is better: If you read the news articles about the fake gurus, you will conclude-as I did- that there is a lot of money and power at stake here. All those lavish ashram's need money to build, and all those news channels need content that they can play. The bigger a guru's following, the more money they have, and the more they are likely to attract new followers and crowd out the smaller, local types. You know, the ones who cared about spirituality and other soft stuff!
Escalation of commitment: And finally, once you have taken a ride on a guru band-wagon, there's no getting off. You have learnt their lingo, you have got into their community, you have attained the Guru's blessings, and you have brought your friends and family into this circle. Now, what would you do if you found your Guru was a fake? You'd hush it, because there's no way you can get off that juggernaut without getting trampled. You've joined into the lie.
Mo' Money: As India gets richer, people (a) have more money to spend on spirituality (!), and (b) have more reason to try to prevent a slide back into the cesspool of poverty they recently climbed out of. This means good business for those that promise continued good fortune because, ahem, they have a direct line into you-know-who.
In sum, I would say this whole business is a Ponzi scheme. Think about it.
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Here's some news feeds to tell you more about the state of this business. No peeking, kids. This stuff is PG-13.
A long journey with breaks
Originally posted at http://rustus.blogspot.com
"How would I know it's you?", I remember asking the Monarch desperately, as he was about to disappear into the wind. "I will know you..." were his last words.
The month of February had been unusually cold and rainy in northern California, and the sun barely peeked through the clouds all month. The day the Monarch left with his followers, the winds were blowing at a breezy 10-15 miles an hour, much calmer than the storm in January that had brought in the clouds. He was headed east, towards the Sierra Nevada mountains. He had this calming effect on people, making them smile and reminding them of sunshine, warmth and love. Now, he was gone with no forwarding address.
The Monarch taught us that a journey worth taking, is a journey worth taking over many life-times.
His life was an example of his particular form of mysticism. "This body is a colorful cloth", he often said, "but your soul is even more luminous. You learn to love your clothes, but you are ready to discard them when they get old. Just like that, learn to love this physical body, but be ready to discard it and take on another one. The endless cycle of living and dying will continue. Your soul has to take a journey over many life-times to reach it's end state. Don't stop moving forward".
We went east to the Sierra Nevada to look for him, but he was gone. Some had heard that he had died there. Distraught and disbelieving, we kept watch for signs of him all over the mountains. Some said he lived by the fragrant milkweed plant, and we should go look there. Others said that he had reincarnated in a small, hapless little hungry creature. Still others remembered his talk of his insatiable thirst for the nectar of life that nourished him. No sightings, and certainly no way that I could find him now.
Months later, we got word from some friends in Oregon, just north of the California border. We rushed over to the grove where the Monarch was rumored to have gathered. As we got there, the air was aflutter with orange banners, floating freely in the sky. This was a familiar gathering. My heart jumped with joy at the thought of meeting the Monarch again. But how will I know him?
Like a floating angel, I could see his new form appear floating in front of me. "You are here, my friend", he said as he lightly dusted my shoulder. "You look a little different", I said weakly, "but it's always good to see you. Is this your final stop"?
"My soul will go on in this endless cycle, until I learn to break this cycle and stop this journey", he said. "Maybe that's something you should learn from a butterfly".
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The Monarch butterfly is famous for being beautiful in orange, not different from the color donned by Hindu and Buddhist monks. This butterfly has a 4 generation annual migration. The generation that heads out from California goes to Sierra Nevada to have children and then die. The children then proceed on their migration to Oregon, where there give birth and die. The grand-children of the California monarchs spend two generations in Oregon and Washington states, whence they start their return trip to California.
My family was lucky to view the Monarch grove one winter in the Ardenwood farm in Fremont, CA. These memories have a big role in this story.
There are a lot of web resources to study these beautiful souls. My favorite is the PBS:NOVA program, and these couple of links. My original post on afterlife is here. Enjoy.
"How would I know it's you?", I remember asking the Monarch desperately, as he was about to disappear into the wind. "I will know you..." were his last words.
The month of February had been unusually cold and rainy in northern California, and the sun barely peeked through the clouds all month. The day the Monarch left with his followers, the winds were blowing at a breezy 10-15 miles an hour, much calmer than the storm in January that had brought in the clouds. He was headed east, towards the Sierra Nevada mountains. He had this calming effect on people, making them smile and reminding them of sunshine, warmth and love. Now, he was gone with no forwarding address.
The Monarch taught us that a journey worth taking, is a journey worth taking over many life-times.
His life was an example of his particular form of mysticism. "This body is a colorful cloth", he often said, "but your soul is even more luminous. You learn to love your clothes, but you are ready to discard them when they get old. Just like that, learn to love this physical body, but be ready to discard it and take on another one. The endless cycle of living and dying will continue. Your soul has to take a journey over many life-times to reach it's end state. Don't stop moving forward".
We went east to the Sierra Nevada to look for him, but he was gone. Some had heard that he had died there. Distraught and disbelieving, we kept watch for signs of him all over the mountains. Some said he lived by the fragrant milkweed plant, and we should go look there. Others said that he had reincarnated in a small, hapless little hungry creature. Still others remembered his talk of his insatiable thirst for the nectar of life that nourished him. No sightings, and certainly no way that I could find him now.
Months later, we got word from some friends in Oregon, just north of the California border. We rushed over to the grove where the Monarch was rumored to have gathered. As we got there, the air was aflutter with orange banners, floating freely in the sky. This was a familiar gathering. My heart jumped with joy at the thought of meeting the Monarch again. But how will I know him?
Like a floating angel, I could see his new form appear floating in front of me. "You are here, my friend", he said as he lightly dusted my shoulder. "You look a little different", I said weakly, "but it's always good to see you. Is this your final stop"?
"My soul will go on in this endless cycle, until I learn to break this cycle and stop this journey", he said. "Maybe that's something you should learn from a butterfly".
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The Monarch butterfly is famous for being beautiful in orange, not different from the color donned by Hindu and Buddhist monks. This butterfly has a 4 generation annual migration. The generation that heads out from California goes to Sierra Nevada to have children and then die. The children then proceed on their migration to Oregon, where there give birth and die. The grand-children of the California monarchs spend two generations in Oregon and Washington states, whence they start their return trip to California.
My family was lucky to view the Monarch grove one winter in the Ardenwood farm in Fremont, CA. These memories have a big role in this story.
There are a lot of web resources to study these beautiful souls. My favorite is the PBS:NOVA program, and these couple of links. My original post on afterlife is here. Enjoy.
Notes from a short life!
Originally posted at http://rustus.blogspot.com
Lokesh's diary: Summer 2009
"Today is a hot day in the peak of summer in this great land of ours, where we have lived since time immemorial. The sun will be out early, and the wheat fields will be ripe, golden and wavy.
Brothers, we swarm tonight!
For the glory of our race, we will go out in our thousands…no we shall go out in our hundreds of millions and show them what we were born to do. Our might army will come down like the rain, bringing darkness from the sky to level their fields down to the earth. Our feast will last many days and, when we are done, the devastation that will be left behind will bring nothing but hunger and death to those men who think of us as their enemies. Alone, these men think of us as mere insects that can be crushed under their feet. Together, we can bring them destruction they will remember for generations.
Brothers, our time here is short. We have to be together in this life and the next. Some of us will not survive the day- they will become martyrs. Gone to bring glory to our race, our lost brothers will join us in the after-life, where we will feast forever. In the other life, our fallen brothers will find endless fields of wheat and rice that will feed them for eternity. When it is our time, we will join them too in our endless celebration.
For the glory of our race, we have to be ready to strike first. Those that fall behind in our group, those that refuse to do their share of work for our race- we must slay them. We must slay them and consume them with our anger and our hunger. We must show no mercy. That is our way. We must remove all signs of weakness from our race. That is what we are born to do.
Ours is a short life. Our glorious afterlife will be forever. For the glory of our race, Brothers, let us go out in our hundreds of millions and show them what we were born to do.
"
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Lokesh is a member of a desert locust swarm. Driven by hunger and fear, the swarms of hundreds of millions of locusts can strip fields and bring disaster to farmers that are unfortunate enough to have their fields on the swarm's path. Scientists are studying how the fear of cannibalization (of being eaten by another locust from the same swarm) drives the ferocity and intensity of the swarm's movement.
It could be said that a locust prepares to die when it joins the swarm, but we suppose this life is only a prelude to an everlasting, and glorious, afterlife for this creature.
(Links for more research on desert locusts, their eating habits, locust swarm damage, and scientific research on cannibalization and swarming). My previous post on a belief in afterlife is here.
Lokesh's diary: Summer 2009
"Today is a hot day in the peak of summer in this great land of ours, where we have lived since time immemorial. The sun will be out early, and the wheat fields will be ripe, golden and wavy.
Brothers, we swarm tonight!
For the glory of our race, we will go out in our thousands…no we shall go out in our hundreds of millions and show them what we were born to do. Our might army will come down like the rain, bringing darkness from the sky to level their fields down to the earth. Our feast will last many days and, when we are done, the devastation that will be left behind will bring nothing but hunger and death to those men who think of us as their enemies. Alone, these men think of us as mere insects that can be crushed under their feet. Together, we can bring them destruction they will remember for generations.
Brothers, our time here is short. We have to be together in this life and the next. Some of us will not survive the day- they will become martyrs. Gone to bring glory to our race, our lost brothers will join us in the after-life, where we will feast forever. In the other life, our fallen brothers will find endless fields of wheat and rice that will feed them for eternity. When it is our time, we will join them too in our endless celebration.
For the glory of our race, we have to be ready to strike first. Those that fall behind in our group, those that refuse to do their share of work for our race- we must slay them. We must slay them and consume them with our anger and our hunger. We must show no mercy. That is our way. We must remove all signs of weakness from our race. That is what we are born to do.
Ours is a short life. Our glorious afterlife will be forever. For the glory of our race, Brothers, let us go out in our hundreds of millions and show them what we were born to do.
"
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Lokesh is a member of a desert locust swarm. Driven by hunger and fear, the swarms of hundreds of millions of locusts can strip fields and bring disaster to farmers that are unfortunate enough to have their fields on the swarm's path. Scientists are studying how the fear of cannibalization (of being eaten by another locust from the same swarm) drives the ferocity and intensity of the swarm's movement.
It could be said that a locust prepares to die when it joins the swarm, but we suppose this life is only a prelude to an everlasting, and glorious, afterlife for this creature.
(Links for more research on desert locusts, their eating habits, locust swarm damage, and scientific research on cannibalization and swarming). My previous post on a belief in afterlife is here.
This is the life
Originally posted at http://rustus.blogspot.com
"You're obviously doing it wrong", said CC with contempt, "when the light blinks red, you have to press with your foot HERE! You guys have no sense of timing at all, do you! You deserve to go hungry". With that he turned around, with the smug look of someone who's on top of his game, and scurried back to his living quarters .
The first time I saw CC, he was rushing back from the room with the blinking red lights, grinning ear to ear, and with food crumbs still stuck to his unkempt whiskers. He stood out from the others, with his pink skin and athletic built. "Life has been good to me", he said with pride, "ever since I figured out the secret to finding food. Now I have my own place, stockpiles to last several generations, and my kids are doing great. Is life good, or what?!"
CC had been busy all week chasing that red light. He had good breeding- his parents were hand-selected for the task of having him, as were their parents and their parents, going back 20 generations. CC's athletic build was a result of this good breeding, as was his pink skin. Life had become more interesting since CC discovered his secret power. He has discovered that he could control the food supply.
Every time that red bulb lit up, he had to press a lever in the next room which, if he did it right, would earn him some more food. This didn't work all the time- "sometimes I don't press the lever hard enough, and sometimes the conditions aren't right". But what CC knew was that ever since he figured out how to control the food supply, there was no stopping him. "I live a busy life. I have to work hard at keeping my stockpiles up, and making sure I have enough to last for the next 10 generations. My brood is growing fast, you know!".
With this much success, CC was not given to unnecessary reflection and philosophizing. "I don't have time for all that navel-gazing. That's what you guys are for. All I know is that if every lab mouse worked as hard as I did, they would be successful and happy. This is all there is to life. I keep busy, have a massive stockpile and I have a lot of kids that will continue my tradition".
This is as good as it gets for him. Many living creatures don't need to believe in afterlife to enjoy their life fully.
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CC's full name was CC_Little_27777. He was the latest in a series of highly inbred laboratory specimen mice. He was named after the inventor of the laboratory mice- CC Little. His lab's research was around perceived control and mice stress.
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(Links for more research on laboratory mice, their inventor CC Little, the research on "perceived control and stress", and the WIRED article on Inbred Mouse.). My previous post on belief in afterlife is here.
"You're obviously doing it wrong", said CC with contempt, "when the light blinks red, you have to press with your foot HERE! You guys have no sense of timing at all, do you! You deserve to go hungry". With that he turned around, with the smug look of someone who's on top of his game, and scurried back to his living quarters .
The first time I saw CC, he was rushing back from the room with the blinking red lights, grinning ear to ear, and with food crumbs still stuck to his unkempt whiskers. He stood out from the others, with his pink skin and athletic built. "Life has been good to me", he said with pride, "ever since I figured out the secret to finding food. Now I have my own place, stockpiles to last several generations, and my kids are doing great. Is life good, or what?!"
CC had been busy all week chasing that red light. He had good breeding- his parents were hand-selected for the task of having him, as were their parents and their parents, going back 20 generations. CC's athletic build was a result of this good breeding, as was his pink skin. Life had become more interesting since CC discovered his secret power. He has discovered that he could control the food supply.
Every time that red bulb lit up, he had to press a lever in the next room which, if he did it right, would earn him some more food. This didn't work all the time- "sometimes I don't press the lever hard enough, and sometimes the conditions aren't right". But what CC knew was that ever since he figured out how to control the food supply, there was no stopping him. "I live a busy life. I have to work hard at keeping my stockpiles up, and making sure I have enough to last for the next 10 generations. My brood is growing fast, you know!".
With this much success, CC was not given to unnecessary reflection and philosophizing. "I don't have time for all that navel-gazing. That's what you guys are for. All I know is that if every lab mouse worked as hard as I did, they would be successful and happy. This is all there is to life. I keep busy, have a massive stockpile and I have a lot of kids that will continue my tradition".
This is as good as it gets for him. Many living creatures don't need to believe in afterlife to enjoy their life fully.
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CC's full name was CC_Little_27777. He was the latest in a series of highly inbred laboratory specimen mice. He was named after the inventor of the laboratory mice- CC Little. His lab's research was around perceived control and mice stress.
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(Links for more research on laboratory mice, their inventor CC Little, the research on "perceived control and stress", and the WIRED article on Inbred Mouse.). My previous post on belief in afterlife is here.
Continuing the previous post with three stories...
In my previous post, I talked about how the belief in afterlife can alter behavior in this life for many people. I had left the ideas out in an abstract manner.
Now I have written short stories that will help bring more color to those abstract ideas. Putting these stories together has been a lot of fun- right from thinking about how these ideas could be brought to life, and then researching each of the themes.
I have used a combination of anthropomorphism and surprise to create these short stories. Hope you'll like them.
Now I have written short stories that will help bring more color to those abstract ideas. Putting these stories together has been a lot of fun- right from thinking about how these ideas could be brought to life, and then researching each of the themes.
I have used a combination of anthropomorphism and surprise to create these short stories. Hope you'll like them.
Sorry Gallup....people don't really quit their bosses (despite what they tell you)
This is a continuation of my earlier post about why people leave their jobs. As you'll read in that note, I had stated that people leave their jobs as the equation between self-worth and net-worth goes south. From the comments that people left on the post, people seem to believe Gallup's finding that "People leave their managers, not companies".
I disagree.
Some people depend too much on their manager...for both self-worth and net worth. That is what I believe to be true. It's of course, true that one's manager is an important player. However, as I argue below, there are other sources of self-worth and net-worth, and most people would do well to find their true source of joy and wealth.
What brings joy... and satisfaction? You might get your jollies from any of the following people -your colleagues, your family, your community, clients your manager. If you have a bad manager you can just as well defocus from the manager and focus on your clients, for example. Treat the manager as an interesting (and irritating) side-show, and nothing more.
What adds to self-worth? Depending on your personality, your sense of self-worth could depend on your work, your social environment, your ideas (the ecosystem inside your head), and your moods. Maybe you like to engage people in stimulating conversation. Maybe you like to work hard and play hard. There are many things in this list, and the manager is just one of these items.
What adds to your net-worth? There are many ways in which your networth can increase- through your salary, your bonuses, your investments, and even "gifts" from other people. If you are too dependent on your company (and therefore your manager) for your networth, then you will be more sensitive to your manager. On the other hand, if your net-worth increases are not too dependent on your manager's largesse, you may as well not worry about how happy your manager is with your work.
The real question is...How much are you dependent on your manager for your sense of self-worth, and your increases in net-worth? If the dependence is high, you will have to figure out a way to reduce it, by adding other sources.
And now...the obligatory 2x2. Nuff said.
I disagree.
Some people depend too much on their manager...for both self-worth and net worth. That is what I believe to be true. It's of course, true that one's manager is an important player. However, as I argue below, there are other sources of self-worth and net-worth, and most people would do well to find their true source of joy and wealth.
What brings joy... and satisfaction? You might get your jollies from any of the following people -your colleagues, your family, your community, clients your manager. If you have a bad manager you can just as well defocus from the manager and focus on your clients, for example. Treat the manager as an interesting (and irritating) side-show, and nothing more.
What adds to self-worth? Depending on your personality, your sense of self-worth could depend on your work, your social environment, your ideas (the ecosystem inside your head), and your moods. Maybe you like to engage people in stimulating conversation. Maybe you like to work hard and play hard. There are many things in this list, and the manager is just one of these items.
What adds to your net-worth? There are many ways in which your networth can increase- through your salary, your bonuses, your investments, and even "gifts" from other people. If you are too dependent on your company (and therefore your manager) for your networth, then you will be more sensitive to your manager. On the other hand, if your net-worth increases are not too dependent on your manager's largesse, you may as well not worry about how happy your manager is with your work.
The real question is...How much are you dependent on your manager for your sense of self-worth, and your increases in net-worth? If the dependence is high, you will have to figure out a way to reduce it, by adding other sources.
And now...the obligatory 2x2. Nuff said.
Why people leave their jobs?
Like I noted earlier, the trickle of friends who have left my company seems to be turning into a torrent (perhaps it just feels that way). This leads me to wonder why people leave companies in the first place.
Like any good consultant, I will present this in the form of a two x two. All you MBAs can relax and feel at home reading this note! ;-)
You'll need to click once on the attached picture to see a larger (and clearer) picture.
My hypothesis is that there is a constant tussle between net-worth and self-worth.
Honeymoon phase: So when people are doing well in a company, and the job is financially rewarding, both net worth and self worth are growing. There's no real reason to leave. Self worth continues increasing as one's capabilities are utilized and extended, and one's social network continues to expand. Companies that give stock options, of course, give a nice little kicker to net-worth too.
"Love my job, the pay sucks" phase: This happens to people who are lucky enough to be in jobs that are intellectually and socially stimulating. You're, like, "I'm lucky that they pay me to do my job". The pay/stocks are in steep decline but, hey, you're learning so much and having so much fun that you don't care. After a while, if the difference between net-worth and self-worth becomes too large, one might consider "being in the market".
Golden Handcuffs phase: The job's a dog, but the money's too good to leave. You might know this tribe as the "retired on the job" brigade. Very popular in bureaucratic companies where incompetence and demotivation can be hidden away for long years. You're not employable elsewhere, and you're too bored to want to leave anyway.
The Dog ate my Job phase: The pay's bad, the stocks are under-water, you hate your colleagues, and you haven't learnt anything in years. You're probably too demotivated to leave, and your self esteem is lower than Radiohead doing "Creep" (lyrics: "I'm a creep, I'm a loser, What the hell am I doing here, I don't belong here." See what I'm saying?!)
Here's the story in the form of a line chart for the visual thinkers.
Many Me's
Personality is usually defined as a relatively enduring set of traits that make an individual unique and produces consistencies in thoughts and behavior. It is, by definition, a static concept. Once a person is known to have A personality, he is expected to show behavior consistent with that personality.
Needless to say, the fact that I am copying a Google definition in my opening paragraph means that I am going to refute it. How predictable, isn't it! ;-)
I think I have the potential to have multiple personalities. No, this isn't an invitation to sign me up for a 10-session-trial-program with a shrink. What I mean to say is that I can display consistent patterns of behavior under different conditions, such that the behavior is inconsistent with my own behavior under other circumstances. Heavy stuff, eh! Let me tell you more...I think all of us have the potential to have multiple stable personalities. Take that to the bank!
Allow me to clarify- Condition 1...sunny California. Condition 2...angry, hot Delhi. Imagine yourself driving down the freeway (or Ring Road, in Delhi), and this jerk in the white SUV cuts into your lane in the front. Under condition 1, I slow down my car, smile at the nice guy in front of me, and think about how the guy is probably in a hurry and needs to get ahead. Under condition 2, the Delhi sun is beating down the roof of the car, the car's puny airconditioning is barely able to keep up, and I am already bristling with anger at the slow pace of the traffic. Now, when this guy cuts ahead, I begin foaming with rage, my forehead prickles with sweat, choice vernacular "colored language" climbs up to the tip of my tongue, and I begin to honk at the insolence of this #$%. I am ready to drive over this guy now.
Same stimulus, different conditions...completely different response. Bay area guy, please meet Delhi guy.
So, in my book, a personality is a SET of consistent behaviors that are stable over time, and may not be at-all consistent with each other.
This is great news, Really! What that means is that if I am able to (1) identify my various personalities, and (2) control which state I am in right now, I will be able to do things far beyond what I do currently.
It's called method acting. Actors do this all the time - they channel completely different personalities by not faking it, but by really feeling the emotions that their characters are going through.
Politicians use this all the time. One time they will channel a benign, charming, baby-kissing personality. Another moment, they will unleash the fires of hell. Check out this photo of a Soviet premier banging his shoe on the UN table. Is that angry, or what?
So what are my stable personality types- let me count the ways. There's the kind and gentle me, the foaming-mad-Delhi-me, the brilliant-ideator-me, the-timid-mouse-me, the-teamplayer-me, the-world-citizen-me, the witty-silent-killer-me, the-kindly-friendly-smiley-me, the-yogi-gyani-me, the-lonely-depressive-me, and the-confused-jetlagged-me. Then there's the Mii I created on my Wii-game-console, but that's not even real!
Be aware, be very aware. I'm now going to be aware of who's playing me at any moment, and why I'm in that particular personality at the moment.
Watch and Think. Then I'm going to see which me would perform best in a given environment/situation. Going to Delhi, but don't want to be mad? Call the "kind and gentle" me. Going to a business meeting, and want to hold the upper hand in the negotiations? Avoid the "timid-mouse" me, and instead invoke the "witty-silent-killer" me.
Switch. Then I'm going to see if I can - through will power - command a different me to take over on demand. Just like snap.
Snap!
Hello there!
Needless to say, the fact that I am copying a Google definition in my opening paragraph means that I am going to refute it. How predictable, isn't it! ;-)
I think I have the potential to have multiple personalities. No, this isn't an invitation to sign me up for a 10-session-trial-program with a shrink. What I mean to say is that I can display consistent patterns of behavior under different conditions, such that the behavior is inconsistent with my own behavior under other circumstances. Heavy stuff, eh! Let me tell you more...I think all of us have the potential to have multiple stable personalities. Take that to the bank!
Allow me to clarify- Condition 1...sunny California. Condition 2...angry, hot Delhi. Imagine yourself driving down the freeway (or Ring Road, in Delhi), and this jerk in the white SUV cuts into your lane in the front. Under condition 1, I slow down my car, smile at the nice guy in front of me, and think about how the guy is probably in a hurry and needs to get ahead. Under condition 2, the Delhi sun is beating down the roof of the car, the car's puny airconditioning is barely able to keep up, and I am already bristling with anger at the slow pace of the traffic. Now, when this guy cuts ahead, I begin foaming with rage, my forehead prickles with sweat, choice vernacular "colored language" climbs up to the tip of my tongue, and I begin to honk at the insolence of this #$%. I am ready to drive over this guy now.
Same stimulus, different conditions...completely different response. Bay area guy, please meet Delhi guy.
So, in my book, a personality is a SET of consistent behaviors that are stable over time, and may not be at-all consistent with each other.
This is great news, Really! What that means is that if I am able to (1) identify my various personalities, and (2) control which state I am in right now, I will be able to do things far beyond what I do currently.
It's called method acting. Actors do this all the time - they channel completely different personalities by not faking it, but by really feeling the emotions that their characters are going through.
Politicians use this all the time. One time they will channel a benign, charming, baby-kissing personality. Another moment, they will unleash the fires of hell. Check out this photo of a Soviet premier banging his shoe on the UN table. Is that angry, or what?
So what are my stable personality types- let me count the ways. There's the kind and gentle me, the foaming-mad-Delhi-me, the brilliant-ideator-me, the-timid-mouse-me, the-teamplayer-me, the-world-citizen-me, the witty-silent-killer-me, the-kindly-friendly-smiley-me, the-yogi-gyani-me, the-lonely-depressive-me, and the-confused-jetlagged-me. Then there's the Mii I created on my Wii-game-console, but that's not even real!
Be aware, be very aware. I'm now going to be aware of who's playing me at any moment, and why I'm in that particular personality at the moment.
Watch and Think. Then I'm going to see which me would perform best in a given environment/situation. Going to Delhi, but don't want to be mad? Call the "kind and gentle" me. Going to a business meeting, and want to hold the upper hand in the negotiations? Avoid the "timid-mouse" me, and instead invoke the "witty-silent-killer" me.
Switch. Then I'm going to see if I can - through will power - command a different me to take over on demand. Just like snap.
Snap!
Hello there!
Speed and severity...the fine art of corporate conversations
The downside of being a gentle mannered (though tall and menacing looking, etc) person is that meetings and conversations in the corporate world can happen on different time scales for different participants. Most times, it can be frustrating! Some times, it can be hilarious. Today was one such day...hence this post!
Versus: Person A (the other guy, basically) has the meeting in real-time, where he is expecting a rat-a-tat-a-tat of combative responses and engaging in a game of mind-numbing intensity. Person U (that is, you) is expecting this to be a game played over several meetings, and is therefore not interested in countering any argument in this very meeting - what's the rush, after all this isn't getting solved in a single meeting! Therefore, the meeting looks more like a sitcom situation, with one guy moving at videogame pace, and the other at an elaborate game of strategy - doing a lot of sparring in his mind (cue blurb on the screen) or after the meeting is over (cue meeting flashback and responses from Person U). Twitch speed Versus Chess. Rabbit Versus Tortoise. Twitch Game Versus Turn-based-strategy games.
Culture clash: In an aggressive - and increasingly - alpha male corporate culture, niceness is seen as sign of weakness. In other - more influence oriented - corporate cultures, niceness is celebrated as being a "measured response" and the true signs of an influential leader. Neither is right or wrong, in themselves, but the perspectives and utilities of these responses greatly differs.
Mr. Nice Guy: In my case, my preferred style is the nice-guy style, though I like to come in first! Now, I am increasingly faced with a situation where twitch speed matters more than strategy. Question is, can I fake it or, alternately, add a new personality to my repertoire?
Not just speed, also severity: The issue is not just about speed, but also the severity of response. Being a multi-player game, any response must be measured to have the desired impact on the other party. Now Mr. Nice guy would try to couch things in a way that seeks to maintain the ego of the other party, and look for a synthesis of ideas.
Mr. Twitch, on the other hand, is looking for gains on every transaction, and is therefore looking for one up on every situation. It doesn't matter if the other guy is right - just counter with a severity that the other person cannot comprehend, and is therefore forced to back off. There, another point to Mr. Twitch. Screw you, other guy!
Personality: Of course, tit-for-tat is a great strategy (and apparently the best strategy in iterated prisoners' dilemma type games), but it requires a certain type of personality - one that seems more arrogant, more selfish (or less altruistic), zero sum, and less interested in synthesis, "convergence" and "emergence".
Question is, can I fake the twitching, while keeping the nice guy interior? That's the fine art of corporate conversations that I have to master!
Versus: Person A (the other guy, basically) has the meeting in real-time, where he is expecting a rat-a-tat-a-tat of combative responses and engaging in a game of mind-numbing intensity. Person U (that is, you) is expecting this to be a game played over several meetings, and is therefore not interested in countering any argument in this very meeting - what's the rush, after all this isn't getting solved in a single meeting! Therefore, the meeting looks more like a sitcom situation, with one guy moving at videogame pace, and the other at an elaborate game of strategy - doing a lot of sparring in his mind (cue blurb on the screen) or after the meeting is over (cue meeting flashback and responses from Person U). Twitch speed Versus Chess. Rabbit Versus Tortoise. Twitch Game Versus Turn-based-strategy games.
Culture clash: In an aggressive - and increasingly - alpha male corporate culture, niceness is seen as sign of weakness. In other - more influence oriented - corporate cultures, niceness is celebrated as being a "measured response" and the true signs of an influential leader. Neither is right or wrong, in themselves, but the perspectives and utilities of these responses greatly differs.
Mr. Nice Guy: In my case, my preferred style is the nice-guy style, though I like to come in first! Now, I am increasingly faced with a situation where twitch speed matters more than strategy. Question is, can I fake it or, alternately, add a new personality to my repertoire?
Not just speed, also severity: The issue is not just about speed, but also the severity of response. Being a multi-player game, any response must be measured to have the desired impact on the other party. Now Mr. Nice guy would try to couch things in a way that seeks to maintain the ego of the other party, and look for a synthesis of ideas.
Mr. Twitch, on the other hand, is looking for gains on every transaction, and is therefore looking for one up on every situation. It doesn't matter if the other guy is right - just counter with a severity that the other person cannot comprehend, and is therefore forced to back off. There, another point to Mr. Twitch. Screw you, other guy!
Personality: Of course, tit-for-tat is a great strategy (and apparently the best strategy in iterated prisoners' dilemma type games), but it requires a certain type of personality - one that seems more arrogant, more selfish (or less altruistic), zero sum, and less interested in synthesis, "convergence" and "emergence".
Question is, can I fake the twitching, while keeping the nice guy interior? That's the fine art of corporate conversations that I have to master!
Hermit
It's very difficult to be alone in this connected age. There's always phone, sms and emails to keep you company. But it is possible to be lonely.
Wife and kids are away. Office is dull and listless...when did working-from-home become the default standard? I find it difficult to work from home - there's no human contact!
Have been trying to reconnect with all the old-school chums. Met folks in Bangalore, Bombay, Pune and Delhi last month. Amazingly, it takes an outside "guest" to bring all the folks together. Everyone's doing well in their careers, so there's no competition or jealousy like the olden days.
The network of people in elite positions is thriving. Not so all other connections...
Are we losing contact with each other as a society? People in the office, the neighborhood, and everywhere in between are just nameless, faceless agents who could be sub-human for all I care? Were human beings designed for this sort of non-verbal, non-physical interactivity?
Wife and kids are away. Office is dull and listless...when did working-from-home become the default standard? I find it difficult to work from home - there's no human contact!
Have been trying to reconnect with all the old-school chums. Met folks in Bangalore, Bombay, Pune and Delhi last month. Amazingly, it takes an outside "guest" to bring all the folks together. Everyone's doing well in their careers, so there's no competition or jealousy like the olden days.
The network of people in elite positions is thriving. Not so all other connections...
Are we losing contact with each other as a society? People in the office, the neighborhood, and everywhere in between are just nameless, faceless agents who could be sub-human for all I care? Were human beings designed for this sort of non-verbal, non-physical interactivity?
Men in White Coats
This weekend I saw the documentary on Enron again, and was reminded again how even normal people can do the worst crimes if they are directed to do them by "Authority figures".
The documentary has a segment on how its energy traders bankrupted the state of California - and apparently quite enjoyed doing this - all under the instructions of the authority figures in the form of the Chairman, CEO and CFO respectively.
Men in White Coats: Through a stark experiment, called the Milgram Experiment, Stanley Milgram showed that ordinary people were willing to inflict immense physical damage to complete strangers, when instructed to do so by serious-looking authority figures in white coats. A small note on the study is here, while the stark video (45 mins) is here. Go watch it, it's very very interesting.
In the news: In a shocking real-life replay of the Milgram Experiment, a hoax caller called into several fast food restaurants and , pretending to be a police officer, managed to order the manager to strip search junior workers.
In your office: The corporate world is full of pretenders who, claiming the authority vested in them through a title or position, drive their firms to do inhumanly stupid acts.
It could be the bean counters driving the HR policies (claiming that The Market wants higher margins, so to hell with the employees), or the CEO who tells his team to cook the books.
Use your head - don't just do it if someone BIG says so. They're human too.
The documentary has a segment on how its energy traders bankrupted the state of California - and apparently quite enjoyed doing this - all under the instructions of the authority figures in the form of the Chairman, CEO and CFO respectively.
Men in White Coats: Through a stark experiment, called the Milgram Experiment, Stanley Milgram showed that ordinary people were willing to inflict immense physical damage to complete strangers, when instructed to do so by serious-looking authority figures in white coats. A small note on the study is here, while the stark video (45 mins) is here. Go watch it, it's very very interesting.
In the news: In a shocking real-life replay of the Milgram Experiment, a hoax caller called into several fast food restaurants and , pretending to be a police officer, managed to order the manager to strip search junior workers.
In your office: The corporate world is full of pretenders who, claiming the authority vested in them through a title or position, drive their firms to do inhumanly stupid acts.
It could be the bean counters driving the HR policies (claiming that The Market wants higher margins, so to hell with the employees), or the CEO who tells his team to cook the books.
Use your head - don't just do it if someone BIG says so. They're human too.
Has it begun?
This has been a strange year so far, weather-wise that is. It's been sub-freezing in northern California (enjoy those oranges while supply lasts, Mister), while there's been snow in southern California.
If you're thinking what I'm thinking, you're wondering if it's started already. Is the globe warming now? Considering the facts, it's getting tough to argue that the world is not changing fast. I say, leave that question to the experts.
What if this is just noise? Freak snow and storms don't necessarily imply a global phenomenon is underway. It could just be that this is a usual statistical aberration. A blip, and nothing else.
The problem with trends is that they're easy to spot in hindsight, and difficult to establish when you're in the thick of things. I don't think people have the statistical savvy to know what's going on, until much later.
The ability to distinguish signal from noise is a very critical one. In hindsight, of course, everything is clear. But in the present moment it's very difficult to determine if a blip in data is the beginning of a new trend. Most people make the mistake of assuming that two distinct data points constitute a trend (they don't, they just constitute a line) or, worse still, that two separate pieces of data are linked causally.
I recently read a wonderful and opinionated book called Fooled by Randomness that talks about this and other follies of the human mind when it comes to looking at statistical evidence. I'll write more on this later...just wanted to get back into the blogging habit.
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PS: Hi there - friends in Bangalore. ;-). Please comment on the blog so I know you're there!
If you're thinking what I'm thinking, you're wondering if it's started already. Is the globe warming now? Considering the facts, it's getting tough to argue that the world is not changing fast. I say, leave that question to the experts.
What if this is just noise? Freak snow and storms don't necessarily imply a global phenomenon is underway. It could just be that this is a usual statistical aberration. A blip, and nothing else.
The problem with trends is that they're easy to spot in hindsight, and difficult to establish when you're in the thick of things. I don't think people have the statistical savvy to know what's going on, until much later.
The ability to distinguish signal from noise is a very critical one. In hindsight, of course, everything is clear. But in the present moment it's very difficult to determine if a blip in data is the beginning of a new trend. Most people make the mistake of assuming that two distinct data points constitute a trend (they don't, they just constitute a line) or, worse still, that two separate pieces of data are linked causally.
I recently read a wonderful and opinionated book called Fooled by Randomness that talks about this and other follies of the human mind when it comes to looking at statistical evidence. I'll write more on this later...just wanted to get back into the blogging habit.
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PS: Hi there - friends in Bangalore. ;-). Please comment on the blog so I know you're there!
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