6 April 2014

Moment of truth

It was barely 6:30 in the morning. Started my boardwalk stroll with a cup of hot coffee in my hand. The boardwalk was yet to be filled with those teeming pedestrians. Regardless, there were quite a few old couples walking around lazily. And a few runners putting in their run before the sun rose. It was cool and almost eerily calm compared to the hustle and bustle of daytime activities.

I was hoping to catch the sunrise.

Aimlessly strolling along, I was watching the various sights of the morning. The strong winds making all the palm trees bend away from the sea. The really old couple taking small steps at a time. Some early risers sitting on the benches and staring at the limitless ocean. Some coffee shops starting to set up their wares.

Once in a while I would glance into the eastern horizon to make sure the moment did not pass by. And then I would keep walking … taking in all that was happening around me.

And then almost intuitively, I knew the moment had come. Actually, it was less of intuition. More of suddenly things changing around me. Suddenly, you could see everybody dropping their conversations and starting to fish for their iPhones. Everybody’s gaze was in the same easterly direction. Some shuffled from one side of the boardwalk to the other – as if getting a few feet closer to something that is nearly a hundred million miles away was going to make it any better. Instinctively, I looked the same way.

And I could see a bright orange corner of the sun peeping from behind the bluish black waters. Other than the constant clicking of iPhones and light whispering of “it looks beautiful”, nobody was making any noise.

Everybody gazed with their eyes glued to that red fiery ball as it pulled itself out of the watery horizon very quickly. The moment had come. The whole world around me stood still. It was like all beings around me was living in a collective NOW.

Presently, the whole circle came out. The sun was indeed out in its full glory. Somebody must have snapped an inaudible snap somewhere. For, as if on a cue, everybody dispersed at that moment and started merrily on their own way. A voice in me suddenly remembered “you did not take a picture”. Not to be left behind, I hurriedly took out my iPhone too and took a few hasty shots.

And then I started aimlessly walking again. People had commenced on their own ways. Some lingered around, occasionally taking in a few more looks at the sun. Some were reviewing their sunrise pictures on their phones…

As I walked towards nowhere in particular, I was consumed my the enormity of the moment. Sunrise. Here is a moment that happens everyday. Reassuring that regardless of how dark and stormy last night was, a new today is here. Signaling a new start to every hope and aspiration of every human being. Signifying certain constancies you can count in life. And like best moments, it comes free. Only if you care to wake up and be willing to witness the birth of a new New.

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29 March 2014

That is an incredible act!!

Don’t ask me why I had to read up on Rajasthani music early in the morning. (Rajasthan is a beautiful state on the northwest side of India bordering Pakistan and filled with desert land). Was studying and listening to some of their folk songs when ran into this incredible video.

First, I believe this dance is called Kalbeliya performed by a tribe also with the same name. They are actually nomads – Gypsies and originate from a group that left Egypt with Moses. They mostly made their livelihood catching snakes and performing snake charmer acts till India outlawed that. Now they primarily perform traditional folk songs and dance.

Check this video out of such a Kalbeliya dance. Some of the acrobatics of the first dancer should get her into Olympics. The next two girls did something that almost had me scream … They put their finger rings down on the floor, and while dancing, bent over backwards and picked the rings up – two each – simultaneously – with their ….. EYELIDS!!! Holy macro!!! I shudder to even put an eye drop in my eye!!!

26 March 2014

Interesting ad

While driving in Alpharetta this morning, this sign caught my eye! Interesting how when it comes to specifying the total area, they get into the third decimal place but when it comes to the area that you can actually use, it is a very high level gross – ummmm…. plus minus 4 acres 😉

First, to put it in perspective, the third level of decimal place is equivalent to an area about 2 meters by 2 meters. This, when they are trying to sell an area which is more than 10 (American) football fields – including the two goal areas on either side!!

This is also probably symbolic of how we selfishly think about our belongings. When it comes to how much I am buying, I want to make sure the neighbors are very clear where the line goes – I am not going to give even a third decimal place area. When you ask me, “so much are you thinking you are going to use?”, I am like “Mehhhh… four acres? something like that? Why? Why does that matter to you?” 🙂

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25 March 2014

Home they brought her warrior dead…

It was an office meeting. Two of my team mates and myself were going thru some intense discussions about an important professional decision we have to make for our business in the coming months. As we started wrapping up our discussions, we started talking about the passing away of a pet of one of my teammates.

He was particularly affected since he was very close to this pet. But more importantly the discussion was about how stoically his wife had taken to this sad passage….. till an innocuous event like he sharing a very old picture of the pet with his wife got her to completely break down.

Reminded me of an Alfred Tennyson poem – on the importance of crying. After my friends left, I looked up the poem and read it up again. It is a master stroke of Tennyson to convey the importance of crying as a natural way to relieve your inner feelings. And the wisdom of somebody who is ninety years old!!!!

Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead

Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
‘She must weep or she will die.’

Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stepped,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee—
Like summer tempest came her tears—
‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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25 March 2014

Chirag-e-dil (Flame of the heart)

“Jis chirag ko apney dum sey jalayaa hai
Usi chirag ne mera aashiyaan jalayaa hai
Bachata tha jisko hawa ke ek jhonkey se bhi main
Usi ney aaj mujhe gehri toofan mein phansaaya hai”

Translation:

The flame (of love) which I fanned with my breath
Is the same flame that has burnt my world to cinders
She, who I shielded even from the most gentle breeze
Has, indeed, today left me in the midst of a raging storm

(Unknown poet)

23 March 2014

Birthday wishes. It is more than a wish.

After the effusive praises (I am sure I am deserving of far less) Jenny Nash showered on me for wishing her a happy birthday, I got thinking first thing in the morning – how did I even get started? I greet over 2000 people happy birthday every year and sure enough, it had a very interesting beginning.

In 1995, I was promoted to be a manager – for the first time in my life. I was to be development manager of a few UI developers. I asked myself how could I differentiate myself? I already knew – with occasional reminders from well wishers like Bob Hart 🙂 – that I was not much of my developer myself. (I guess that is why I got promoted? 😉 ). I had resolved to see if I could excel in Customers and People. And it was that thirst to be known to be a great people manager that drove me to understand how to recruit talent, build talent, develop talent and so on. And in the process also how to get to know people at a deep level.

One of the tools I had developed was to greet my teammates on two days of the year – their birthday and their anniversary day (in our company). It was fairly uncommon in those days – at least in my company – so much so that most believed that I had a cron job (automated; those days I worked in Unix) that I had set up. Eventually, the feedback to this practice was so overwhelmingly positive that I enlarged to include team members from outside my team, then customers, personal friends and now just about anybody I meet.

I had had some hilarious bumps on the way. One of the early ones – and this has happened multiple times – was when I became a higher level manager. Every time we had a new employee, I would write down their joining date and then ask for their birthday. More than one employee had complained to HR about this. Lady employees were uncomfortable sharing their age and elderly employees were afraid of discrimination if management knew their age!! This, inspite, of clarifying that I was seeking just month and day!!!

This continued for a few years. Year after year, I would send birthday emails out. And no, they were not copy pasted. And then technology like FB came and messed me up. First, everybody started to wish everybody publicly on FB about their birthdays. This had two issues. When I wished somebody, many felt I picked up their birthday from FB – which I thought diminished the value of the effort I was putting. (I write it in my calendar). And the whole unique value prop was under threat.

So, after a year, I had to improvise my strategy. I realized that FB had made it easy for people to send wishes (and also for the recipient to send mass Thank You in one message). To create a niche, I had to focus on quality. And that thought has now started a process where I am moving away from email based wishes to actually calling people up.

I am in transition. I am still settling in the new process. Given my travel schedule and the different time zones in the world, I do not often make it every day – in which case, I will wish by email at the end of the day. Long commute hours is something I do not hate any more!! Also, I leverage FB to send personal messages to wish if email and phone number bounce back. (For whatever it is worth, I hate wishing people publicly. I still think of it as a very personal one-on-one message).

And then FB royally extracted its revenge on me last year. Made the mistake of connecting FB to my address book. It quickly overwrote my painstakingly gathered birthdays with the self-declared birthdays of the person in FB. (Without asking me how to resolve the conflicts!!!! 🙁 ) It is often that people purposely give a wrong birth date. (This is a good practice, in my opinion, given the amount of identity theft in the world). And that started the process of me wishing somebody on a wrong date, finding it the humiliating way that I had messed up and then correcting my address book 🙂 And promising never to connect my address book directly to the social media 🙂 A few of those errors are still taking some time to work out the kinks. My friend from Dallas – Badri – knows very well how I have raised wishing him on the wrong day to a level of fine art!!!!

That said, I have had some positive outcomes too!! In December 2004, a birthday wish to a sales guy I had not met for a long time led him to get me to meet his client and one thing led to the other and that January, he signed a rather large deal. And yes, he, as well as the two key guys on the client side still get birthday wishes from me annually!! Another story – in October 2012, I left a voicemail for an executive at a customer wishing him happy birthday! When he returned the call, one thing led to the other again, and in a few months, he switched jobs to work in my current company!!!! There are numerous such experiences I fondly remember.

So, I am often asked, where do I get the energy to do all this? Well first, I think this is a great way to network with people. Once a year, this forces me to think of my people in the network and talk / connect with them. You never know when I may be of help or they might be able to help me. As Jenny said, “paying it forward”.

I also have found this as an excellent way of keeping my address book updated. Beats the business model of Plaxo 🙂

But the real reason is that I feel indebted greatly to people who have touched my life. In so many ways, I am the end result of all the cumulative influence people around me have had over the years. While I say “Happy Birthday”, I guess, what I am saying is “In this short journey of life of yours and mine, I am delighted that we had the opportunity to walk together for a few steps. Every step in that journey has enriched me and made me a better man. Thank you for that. My call today is to let you know that I have not forgotten you nor what you meant to me. Because today is special to you, it is special to me too. Thank you again and I certainly will seek more intersection points with you in my path.”

And to be able to convey that heartfelt “Thanks”, I can always find the energy to get up a little early to make sure I make time to wish you on your special day!

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I wish you a Happy Birthday!!!

19 March 2014

Crimea: History does not run a control experiment.

First off, I absolutely am of the belief that when it comes to countries, there are no friends or enemies – just interests. Regardless of the geopolitical interest that Crimea itself generates for US (which should be precious little) the issue at hand is letting Russia go uncontested as it increases its power and direct control. This is against strategic interest of US (which is interested in seeing a weaker Russia) and therefore US needs to and should raise hell and try to exact a price for Russia’s actions. Such geopolitical issues are far more complex, interrelated and nuanced than most of us probably fathom.

That said, I was struck by President Obama’s declaration “Russia is on the wrong side of history”.

There is an assumption in that statement that history, in the long term, will “right” this by reversing this action. First and foremost, my observation is that history has never judged “right” from “wrong”. It has only judged victors from the vanquished. Victors then wrote their version of the story. And since history has no ability to run a control experiment, that story, then called history, became “right” and always has looked kindly on the action of the victors and harshly on the vanquished.

The second difficulty is that the history of political ownership and geographical boundaries of that part of the world and by extension Central Europe too is like God’s cruel giant etch-a-sketch. There is an excellent video of this that has gone viral that depicts over time how the boundaries and ownerships have changed (http://youtu.be/nq0KNfS_M44) and thus the definition of “right” and “wrong” has flip-flopped! Out of curiosity, I started reading the history of Crimea and here is the summary:

The following is just in the last 100 years!! Before that Crimea was occupied or ruled by the Greeks, the Romans, the Goths, the Huns, the Bulgars, the Kievan Rus, the Byzantine empire, the Kipchaks, the Mongols… You name them.

1917-1921: Incredibly enough, in these four years, Crimea existed as or part of 10 different countries!!! (Under Tatar govt, Bolshevik govt, German govt, British govt, Anti-Bolshevik govt and so on….)
1921: Crimea became Autonomous Crimean SSR and became then part of the Russian SSR which eventually became part of the Soviet Union.
1941: Crimea devastated by the Nazis. All cities razed to the ground. Crimea ruled by Nazis.
1944: Red Army takes over Crimea and Stalin forcibly moves out all indigenous Tatars out of the country. Half of them died. Greeks and Armenians were ethnically cleaned too. That is how Russian people started settling and overtaking Crimean land.
1954: Nikita Khruschev (President of USSR) unexpectedly “gifts” Crimea to Ukraine!
1991: Majority (54%) in Crimea referendum choose to stay independent of Russia. they become part of independent Ukraine.
1999: Crimea becomes Autonomous Republic of Crimea with its own parliament and constitution.
17th Mar, 2014: Crimea declared independence as Republic of Crimea
18th Mar, 2014: Crimea votes to be part of Russia. Thus making it the shortest lived independent country ever in history!!

It would be interesting to see how we can ever prove or disprove President Obama’s statement.

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17 March 2014

An evening at Milton’s

Every Sunday Sharmila and I have our date night at Milton’s. When you go to the same bar every week for years you tend to get to know the folks at the bar and their families and many of the regular customers (and Sharmila too 🙂 ). And that is part of the charm of our date nights. Without Milton’s our date nights would not be as memorable.

Case in point: Today’s featured singer Jamie was merrily singing and I was focusing on my Bourbon, when a small kid – he could not have been more than three years old – escaped from his parents and strolled into the bar area. As if on a cue, Jamie started singing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. As the kid watched Jamie mesmerized, all the folks in the bar spontaneously gathered around the kid and Jamie and joined in the song. Eventually, the harried dad who must have realized his son was missing appeared on the scene too!! After the song, everybody clapped loudly and went back to their seats laughing!!!

It is these impromptu moments in life that gives you what scripted schedule can never give you – they sense of some unique moments that probably will not repeat again!!

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14 March 2014

Millions “worldwide” do NOT celebrate Pi day today

USA Today Tech Section front page carries an article that declares in its first statement “millions worldwide celebrate Pi day today” (today being 3.14). That led me to the curiosity question – how many countries follow MDY format for dates? Who are these other “worldwide” folks? Want to take a guess? Only USA!!! Okay, I am discounting Belize!

More than 10 times the population of USA in this world write their dates in DMY format. That should mean they would celebrate July 22 (22/7) as Pi day.

China – with more than four times the population of USA – follows another format – YMD.

But then, we will come up with any excuse to eat some more pie!!! 🙂