A classic one from Gulzar
Sitting out in the dark and the moon blurred by the clouds, a glass of wine and and some old poems were perfect to close out a long week. This one from Gulzar (in Hindi) stuck in my mind :
Nazm uljhi hui hai seene mein
Misare atke hue hain hothon par
Udate phirte hain titaliyon ki tarah
Lafz kaagaz pe baithate hi nahin
Kab se baithaa hun main jaanam
Saade kaagaz pe likh ke naam tera
Bas tera naam hi mukammal hai
Is se behtar bhi nazm kyaa hogi
Roughly translated, he is saying:
A poem is entangled in my chest
The lines are stuck in my lips
The words are flitting around like butterflies
But refusing to settle down on my paper
I have been sitting here for so long
Having only written your name on a white paper
Only your name exists on the paper
And I ask, how can there be a better poem than that?
That was an anticlimax
I had always dreamt that when I become a full fledged CEO, my first big executive decision would be unraveling a world beating strategy or my best in class management team in front of a large gathering. You know, like I see other big successful CEOs do. So I had promised to myself that I will take 30 days before I make my first executive decision. It had to be a totally world beating decision.
Well, that promise came about 26 days short đ I walked into a large office center this morning and realized that in full due mid-western respect to the CEO position, they had kept the rockstar parking spot next to the entrance door for me with my name and position advertised on it. I squirmed in my pants and parked my rental car in the proper parking lot a few yards away with everybody else.
For two hours, I went thru presentations and was completely distracted by what had happened. Finally, I had to own up to who I am, excused myself for a bio break and made a beeline for the front lady desk and sheepishly asked her if she could ensure that never ever would there be a parking lot or a office with my name on it. She was the sweetest lady. This is the Midwest. It was quirky but she immediately obliged.
There! That was my first executive decision that I put my foot down firmly on and was willing to pull rank on to get done. Total anticlimax, but I so feel like being myself again! Phew!!
The Third Eye : companion for coffee
Laws of the lane…
Lessons in life: What a perspective!!!
A few weeks back, one of our teammates and a personal friend of mine – Karthik Mani – took a sudden leave of absence. All of us were aware of the tough times his young nephew was going through. The kid’s liver was destroyed beyond the limit at which the liver could regenerate itself if surgically operated on. (Btw, I learnt that liver is the one of the rarest of rare human organs that can grow back after surgery – provided there is a minimum amount left). The only hope was a liver transplant – and there was a long queue for that. Not to speak of the complications that a large tumor might have on a kid’s liver’s shape and position – thereby making a transplant potentially impossible.
Eventually, there was a donor found and since this had to be done in matter of hours, he took the first flight to be by his nephew’s side as they started the surgery. Almost eight hours of surgery later, it was a grand success.
And that is when my friend wrote to all of us a quick email to thank us for our concerns thru what turned out to be a picture perfect surgery. But that is not what caught my attention. It is how he ended the email that captivated me. With his permission, I have copied his exact words here…
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With most organ transplant, it is always somebody’s misfortune that is your good fortune. All we can do is pray for them and say thank you!
”
I was stunned by his magnanimity. Like everybody else, I was so overjoyed by the good news that I could think no further. And here was my friend, who paused to think the other side of the coin.
And it dawned upon me then that the donor had to be in a age group close to my friend’s nephew. Which would mean some parents lost a young son or daughter. In all likelihood, in a terrible way.
And that it is when I was frozen. I got that lump in my throat thinking about those parents. What an unthinkable loss. And then in a minute my mind went back to my friend. What a great perspective he had.
How many of us really pause to think the other side of the coin? And yet, there is almost always another side to everything. Truly understanding both sides probably gives us the best perspective of anything.
I have always maintained that in life, I have risen to whatever I have risen to because of some strong shoulders people around me have lent me to step on. A couple of weeks back, I realized how broad my friend’s shoulders were.
Thank you, Karthik Mani, for setting yet another example for me. If not anything else, you have made an organ donor out of me. We can be of tremendous value even after we die.






