Sunday, December 31, 2023

Hiring an elephant to do a monkey's job

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Myself: Why are we doing this?
Mr.S: Because right now our company is moving like a slow elephant. We want to make it move like a cheetah.
Myself: The way I see this going, we are trying to become a mad elephant.
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Mr.N: We are not doing rocket science. I don't see anything in this system that we cant achieve via the core tech... The way I look at it, if you do not learn the core tech, you will be out of work in our company within 2 months.
Myself: (Kept quiet, trying hard to not unleash my crude unrefined self..).
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Myself: Why are we doing this?
Mr.G: Because we've hired an elephant to do a monkey's job.
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These are excerpts from some of the many debates that I had with some very well experienced senior folks at my work. These were on a contentious technical initiative at one of the companies that I worked for. Just a disclaimer, my intent here is not to make a comment or form a public opinion about the company. As usual, my intent it to share my experience and understanding of behavior of ordinary people in different situations of life.

In my ordinary career of 14 years so far, I have worked in 6 companies. 5 out of these 6 companies have been Giants in their respective domains of work. At one of my initial few companies, during a post appraisal discussions with my manager, I was expressing my deep discontent over being awarded the next to the best performance rating. My manager told something like - "Neeraj! You are a star resource and an exceptional performer. Resources like you keep yourself floating in the market. Soon some other company will pay you more and you'll be gone. I will be left with these loyal mediocre resources whom I need to keep satisfied and motivated to keep working for me, and keep contributing to my and the company's goals for one more year...". I was startled by the crude honesty and the smartness of the response. At that point in time, I neither had the experience nor the knowledge tools to counter that response. So I accepted the situation. In fact, I re-validated my managers' organizational acumen by floating to a bigger Giant within next few months :). 

The above episode was my first encounter with the fact that an organization is much bigger than the individuals who form it. It doesn't mean that individuals are worthless. It means that when any decision is taken, be it an externally facing business decision or an internal operational decision, the organization's interests stand prime over the individuals' aspirations. Most of the freshers, junior employees, and a good portion of the start-level senior employees, tend to not have an understanding of this fact. This leads them to sound monotonously discontent about their ratings, management decisions, and the oversight of their work or opinions in the organization.

I am lucky to have bettered my understanding of this concept of "organization over individual". During one of my another appraisal discussions (this was many years later to that first encounter), my manager asked - "Neeraj, where do you see yourself in our company in next 5 years?" and I answered "Wherever the company wants me to be..". This time my manager was startled :). There was an awkward pause and an eye contact which told me that I needed to explain more. I told him that this company paid me because I was of use to the company. I gave company what it wanted from me. My individual needs and desires are non-IT, non-technical, and non-organizational. They keep changing as I am ageing and developing better understanding of my life. Money is one of the very important means to meet my individual needs and, "accidentally", I am skilled as well as habituated to get this money from the IT industry. Only clarity that I have for the next 5 years is that I will need constant flow of money for things and thoughts that really matter to me. Right now (then), I am technically skilled to make that money by working for this company. Whatever the company asks me to do, I will do my best. If company asks me to learn some new skill, I will try my best to learn. If I am not able to contribute or align with what company asks from me, neither company (which is my manager in the localized space) nor I can be happy. My manager was shocked. As one of the firsts for him, he had to split the one-to-one appraisal discussion with a reportee for over 2 days. While setting up the follow up discussion he requested me to strictly limit my answers to the organizational context. Few weeks later, in one of our team's daily catch up meetings, the manager announced to the team that he was moving to another company. When asked about the main reason, he told the offer was too good to deny :). I asked him in the meeting itself - "Why, a few weeks back, you were pressing me too hard to visualize my future in this company?". He replied - ".. this is what organizations want managers to ask their reportees, we do not need to answer the same questions .." :). 

Like my understanding of my personal needs and desires, my understanding of "organization over individual" also kept getting better and simplified as I aged. I was able to plant the sapling of my individual growth and aspirations outside the purview of the organizational trees that I gardened. I developed a kind of indifference to whatever my masters at work corroborated in the day to day affairs at my workplaces. I just focused on the little understandable piece that I needed to work on. I kept a check in mind to keep being able to get those little pieces of work for the next "5 years". This individualistic strategy helped me talk just sufficient enough to keep satisfying the demands of my organizational masters. To ordinary IT people, this setup might have looked very less rewarding and non-sustainable. However, this simplistic setup rewarded both "me" and my "organizations" in a decent way. There was one big trade-off of this setup. My masters and I had to prove that we were constantly producing fruits as well as ready-to-age classic wines from those fruits, and made both of them available in bulk for immediate consumption.

While I started writing this post, almost all IT companies were in the middle of a major transition. These transitioning companies included both technology enablers as well as the ones enabled by the technology enablers. Big tech enabler companies were creating products that catered to almost all back-end operational needs of similar businesses. These technology products and their underlying infrastructures were made available over the internet to subscribe and use, like OTT media platforms. Cost of research, development, maintenance, and upgrades of the technology products were borne by the big tech companies. On the other hand, tech enabled companies were subscribing to the easily available technology products instead of developing and maintaining an indigenous technology. The subscribing companies simply paid the periodic subscription fee to the big tech companies, in a pay per use kind of cost model. After buying the subscription to a product, the company would deploy its business process analysts to collaborate with the big tech company's technology experts and tune the tech product to specific business needs. The driving factor for this technological transition was that if the tech enabled companies modeled their business processes around the out-of-the-box features of ready-to-use technology products, then they could modify or grow their businesses in very less time as compared to the earlier times. Quickly enabling new business strategies or models to hit the market was of utmost importance to companies for all practical reasons.

Likewise, one of my tech enabled companies had a very old lineage of tech products in its tech landscape. Let me put a code-name "T" to this company, for easy reference in the rest of the story. The big tech landscape was maintained by an equally big number of "mediocre" resources who ensured that the business ran as usual, without any technical failures. Any tech failure could cause a monetary or a non-monetary impact to the company. New requirements kept coming either for implementing new tech or updating the existing tech to enable new or modified business functions, respectively. Following the global tech transition, the company had subscribed to many enabler tech products. Subscriptions had added to the costs but this was acceptable to the masters since, in longer run, this would set off the cost of operations for maintaining indigenous tech. 

As one of the good "accidents" of my life, I happen to be an expert of a technology product that enables any tech product/application to exchange data with another tech product/application without having to bother about the technical intricacies of the other product. Company T had a mix of 140+ different technology products/applications that  exchanged information with each other to support  back-end operations of its "giant" business. I had implemented and was maintaining 60+ critical integrations for the company. My service boat, like many other "mediocre" resources', was quietly sailing alongside the ship of Company T in the ocean of technology. But then the inevitable change came as some new crew members including Mr.G and Mr.N came onboard the ship, and an old crew member Ms.J was "empowered" to become the new captain of the ship.

As part of business-as-usual, Ms.J was discussing one of the new enabling tech requirements with a big tech company, let us say Company "O". Company O developed and maintained many tech products that were subscribed by Company T, these included the tech product of which I am an expert. While my product enabled tech integrations, there was another "giant" product that enabled workforce management and payroll processing for all employees of Company T. Ms.J requested Company O to tailor its "giant" workforce management product to match Company T's new business requirement. O told Ms.J that these new business requirements required product changes that were not generic and were too specific to T. Product will be changed only if a minimum number of other subscribing companies also demanded similar changes. While a survey would be launched to check for similar requirements, in the meantime, T could go with a technical workaround to enable its specific operational needs. O offered to guide and support the tech implementation of the workaround. This would allow T to continue reaping the benefits of the subscribed standard product and also implement their specific business requirement in parallel. This until the specific business demand matured into a generic one and was added to the standard product offerings.

As per hearsay, from some senior resources, this denial of request caused a major blow to the ego of Ms.J and the Second Officer(s) of her ship. The hearsay was believable as Ms.J and a majority of her crew belonged to a culture which is very high-headed and which cannot easily accept "No" as an answer to an ask. Since O was also a "giant", this plain denial of request from an equal powered partner triggered a perception of being "arm-twisted" in lieu of the big existing dependency of T on O. 

In parallel to the above episode, Mr.G came onboard to manage a group of service boats of core techs that supported many back-end tech operations at T, other than the tech integration operations which were supported by me. He led a group of resources to implement and deliver an indigenous tech solution that claimed to save a huge amount of operational costs to the company. This solution was not an ask to enable a new business requirement. It was a tech initiative to beautify internal operations. It gamified the process of one worker booking extra work hours to back-fill the temporary absence of another worker, to earn an additional overtime payment. To be honest, the initiative and the outcome was indeed an impressive one. Apart from being visibly attractive, this gave Ms.J and her crew, a quick opportunity to showcase their tech strength and smart leadership potential to the super masters at T. With the right mix of technical and communication skill, Mr.G publicized the solution and the associated potential cost savings really well. He got promoted to Officer ranks in almost no time since he came onboard. This was understandably acceptable as per the rules of the game in the corporate IT world. However, maybe because of tasting a big success in almost no time, or maybe out of his basic nature, Mr.G started to first intervene and then dominate all tech strategy decisions in the company. He made everyone feel as if he'd developed a generic formula that could apply to the company's entire tech landscape, and gradually get rid of all dependency of T on the "arm-twisting" "giant" tech partners. If he were asked where he saw himself in the company in next 5 years, I guess he'd have said something like "... the Captain of the Ship" :). And maybe his manager would have happily accepted the answer, just for the synchronicity of the answer with what organizations want to hear.

Eventually, a skilled technocrat with wild individual aspirations colluded with frustrated souls who had organizational powers to take big decisions. An org wide  tech strategy was built and conveyed that T would be moving away from all expensive tech partners, especially Company O. It was decided that T will rebuild majority of its tech products/applications in an indigenous way using Mr.G's core tech. While this strategy seemed unrefined to a lot, not many challenged it or questioned it back because of the seniority of Ms.J and the backing of the dominant Mr.G. Like in any IT company, the strategy and the associated work-plans started travelling down the organizational hierarchy. When it reached the lower levels of the "mediocre" resources, first feeling for most of them was "time has arrived... and we may need to depart soon...". The ocean was otherwise calm, but the crew dropped my and many others' service boats in the turbulent waters that were created by the waves and splashes of the very ship which we were supposed to service.

Waves of insecurity started splashing and rocking almost all service boats. Mr.G marketed his core tech so aggressively that he made everyone believe that he can implement anything and everything within a span of a few weeks. Majority of the back-end tech teams, and almost every "mediocre" resource who did not possess the core tech skill-set, had become unsure of their relevance to the company. They became insecure about their ability to maintain the status quo of their lives, by the fear of losing the salaries and the relatively better work-life routines in T that they had got habituated to. This insecurity and the associated fear suddenly changed the whole vibe of the routine cross-team communications. In every email or every technical brainstorming session, every team tried to hard sell their technology/product and tried to hog the associated implementation work, even if their tech was not the best fit for the implementation. 

I have shared my views about women empowerment at small personal forums. I feel that over its decades-long existence, the women empowerment campaign has actually empowered and produced very capable women in workforce, in both my country and around the world. However, I must say that this major decision at T had come out of a typical high-headed, powerful, frustrated, and an egoist person rather than a capable woman leader. I know, saying or writing such things about any woman might trigger a now-default thought of slander against me. However, I do not understand the hypocrisy of our people who do not mind picking on every bad decision that men make and link it to their gender and its proclaimed dominance in our society. I have come across working women making comments like "... Men are in a habit of over-committing at work...". They do this freely and seldom invite any criticism of unnecessarily bringing feminism into the play. "Men will be men", ".. all men are alike .." - most men have to receive these statements in a playful spirit, accepting two facts - 1. They cannot completely deny these, and 2. They are not strong enough to fight the unreasonable but socially "very empowered" women brigade. When women want to be equated to men, why can't they also be accepting towards the fact that not all women are great leaders and not all women make smart choices. Being a good leader and a smart decision maker are the qualities of a "person", not a "gender". Why can't women accept their basic instincts of being impulsive in times when things go against their expectations. The fact of the matter is that majority of this "empowered" women brigade have actually not come out of any oppression. I can claim this at least in the corporate IT world. They have actually capitalized the opportunities of quick progressions created at their workplaces by this irresistible and now-misdirected campaign.

In terms of both the "women empowerment" and the "avoid unnecessary propaganda" brigades, what happened at T in the next 24 months was a complete chaos created by an "empowered" woman leader who was easily disillusioned by her own impulses and an "over-committing" man who had high individual aspirations. The service boats of the core-tech service-men got upgraded into a service ship that sailed smooth and parallel to the master's ship. The service ship was captained by Mr.G and it sailed honking its bugle of dominance and partnership with T. In his own world, Mr.G must have put a flag bearing a photo of a "cheetah" on his ship. 

In the many years that I had spent at T, I had learnt well one of the important tools deployed by the company for subjective evaluations of key decisions - the "What? Why? How?" trio of questions. My "What" was communicated to me by my immediate manager Mr.S. My immediate question was "Why?". As expected I got a vague answer. "Why" was known to or maybe disclosed to a very few, and "How" was not known to anyone. The "core tech sailors" claimed to hold the only compass that showed the direction to "How". They were not able to explain "How" to the service-men of the techs whom they were trying to replace, but were able to explain it satisfactorily to Ms.J and her group of ministers. They launched into an aggressive campaign to implement some random idea, market it smartly, and keep the core-tech buzz alive. This without investing any time in taking a pause, reviewing, and reassessing what they were doing or where they were leading themselves and the organization. 

Another good "accident" of my life was that I blindly joined a "Big 4" audit firm's IT consultancy practice. I was blinded by the big brand name of the firm and immediately accepted the offer. I didn't assess whether the firm offered any better growth prospects in my technology space or in terms of faster progressions in organizational hierarchy. The firm had a relatively small IT consultancy practice when compared to their Audit practice. It required my tech skills in an even smaller team to implement tech integrations in the IT projects of their many "Giant" customers. The company was not as aggressive in IT consulting as it was in Audit domain. However, because it was an audit firm, there was an unmatched focus on processes, documentation and communication, even for the IT consultancy practice. During my time there, I learnt a lot of good communication skills and practices that gave me a slight edge over my peers in the subsequent companies where I worked. 

First it was my manager whom I asked constantly to give me a convincing answer to "Why". While doing this, I reassured him that I am anyways going to do "What" the company had asked me to do. But the company had also taught me to understand and appreciate the "Why" of my delivery objectives, so I continued to ask. I matured to asking his peers and one level-ups when I kept getting vague answers like T trying to become a "cheetah" from a slow moving "elephant". The level-ups made the cloud of vagueness furthermore dense with answers like "cost-optimization, not cost-cutting", "vendor management challenges", "..rising cloud costs are taking over traditional enterprise systems costs..", and many others from the smart corporate jargon. The "mediocre" sea could not see through the descending clouds, but it could sense the ocean. It could sense more ships coming, more anchors being lowered by the core-tech "pirates".

I was one of the stubborn mutineers. Every time I got a vague answer, I documented the received answer, the masters' strongest points that supported the answer, and my well researched counter points. I updated and used the document as basis for my subsequent mutinies. However, most of the times, my resistance was looked at as being fueled by my insecurities and associated desperation rather than the technical merit. This was understandable since there were many "mediocre" folks making similar noises without strong backings of assertive facts or observations. I kept telling myself to remain mentally calm, reminding myself of my learning and acceptance of "organization over individual". I started working on my plan B, that was looking for calmer seas to row in my service boat. Plan C, which was more aligned with the offer for truce from the pirates, was to quickly learn the "core tech" and become one of "them". 

Another great quality of Ms.J's ages old and well established culture is "Divide and Rule". Some of the great administrators of this culture mastered the art of putting their administered people up against each other, so that they could never collaborate and question the rule. Then they were good at identifying people with extraordinary individual ambitions. They identified these ambitious ones, from among the fighting clowns, and elevated them to become their deputed administrators. The job of these deputed administrators was to keep the clowns disillusioned enough to be not able to do anything meaningful other than what the whip commanded. This is where Mr.N came into the scene. In his very first meeting with me he told me that I would lose everything in my work portfolio within 2 months, if I did not concede my position and agree to his command of learning the core-tech.

I must admit that it was a long stressful phase of my life at work. Like I've mentioned earlier, I do not have any emotional or innate connection with my work or job. In this instance, I was worried about the possibility of the status quo of my otherwise comfortable life getting badly disturbed. In our social intellectual chitchats, we keep preaching that one should not get too used to one's comfort zones. But we say these things only when we are happily enjoying our comfort zones. When uncomfortable, we sob in one corner thinking repeatedly about losing things that are dear to us. When uncomfortable, we do not socialize and do not discuss "Gyan". Establishing myself in a new company, or learning a new skill and competing with younger technical experts, would disturb my meaningful world that existed outside the ambit of my IT work. However, just to be well prepared with my Plan B, I looked out and gained some confidence on being able to find a calmer sea soon in case of an apocalypse. Tired from failed mutinies, and having secured my Plan B, I told myself that I should take at least one serious shot at Plan C. Surrender, play along, and see if there is a chance to sustain my meaningful world with a little compromise in my work-life. This was the end of my pursuit of "Why" in this voyage.

So the work started on "What", without understanding "Why", and without knowing "How". Every time when I asked Mr.S or Mr.N about what will replace my tech, they told me that they did not know that. But they reassured that my tech needs to be replaced. I asked which particular skill/sub-tech in the "core tech" I should learn. They gave me a list of probable sub-technologies which could be chosen by the pirates at a later point in time. In parallel to this, a small design and development team was built which comprised of 4 pirates, Mr.N, myself, and another mutineer who rowed my service boat while I was calling shots at the core-tech ship and chasing my masters for answers. When I asked the pirates what to learn, they told first they need to understand "What" to implement. Replacing 60+ critical integrations with an entire new tech infrastructure required a micro understanding of the existing implementation. Apart from the technicals, business criticality of every integration needed to be understood to ensure that sufficient safeguards were in place to not impact business-as-usual at T. While the core-tech people were at the helm of their ship, Mr.N somehow put the accountability of their success on me. 

By this time I had realized that there is no point in arguing with Mr.N on practical grounds. I quickly finished beginner level courses in one of the sub-techs of the core tech, and formed a very high-level understanding of "How" we could at least try to replace my tech with the core tech. I validated my newly gained technical knowledge with the other 4 core-tech experts in my new team. Of course I had to give some ego-massages to my team members. To reduce Mr.N's persistent pressure on me, I gave him a sense of collaboration and casually pushed the team to do some basic proofs of concepts and implement some of the basic capabilities of my tech. Based on my recently finished courses, and based on the proofs of concepts done by my team, I formed an understanding that replacing the 60+ integrations would take a huge amount of time which would span for at least 2 years. 

In IT, in general, when managers are told that a project is going to take a long time, their most popular response is - "let us increase the number of deployed resources and see if we can finish it faster". Somehow they tend to forget that they are building an information system and not a physical, civil structure. Even in civil engineering, if a pillar has to be conditioned with damp concrete for a week after plastering, the conditioning cannot be completed in 1 day by deploying 7 more civil engineers and putting water of 7 days at once. Mr.N, the deputed administrator, was no exception to this general class of IT managers. However, instead of proposing to add more core-tech resources to the team, he exerted more pressure on me to expedite my learning of the core-tech and become project ready to be the fifth core-tech developer in the team. Now, I had to support the existing 60+ integrations as part of my usual duty, share my knowledge on existing integrations with the core-tech team at a very micro level, learn the core-tech, and also start delivering solutions in core-tech in no time. To add to this, the 4 core tech resources knew how to code but they did not know how to design a technical solution. They were like masons who could build a wall wherever needed, but they could not architect a building. And while building a wall, they could not guarantee that the wall will fuse seamlessly with the other walls at its ends. 

After initial few weeks of progressing on my plan C, I intervened and asked Mr.N how much time did we actually have to implement this. He told that we had 5 months to implement and go live, and we had 2 months to give a final confirmation to our masters that "Yes! We can and we will do it within 5 months". It took a few moments for me to absorb the shock, pull myself back into my senses, and say "Mr.N, I do not see this happening. My this claim is based on my deep understanding of our current integrations and their dependent business functions. And from where our team and its capabilities stand now, there is no way we can hit what we are aiming at". He immediately asked the team to convene and asked a straight question to the core-tech folks - "Guys, do you feel confident of doing this?". As expected from the deputed administrator, his tone was so authoritative that the core-tech folks got scared of saying "No". So they said a "soft" Yes. I am pretty confident that Mr.N, with all the experience under his belt, would have observed the lack of confidence in the team. But he happily accepted the "Yes", because that's what the organization wanted to hear :). Everyone in the room could feel the whip that was passed on to Mr.N from his masters. Also, the core-tech folks could not defy the extreme faith that the captain of their ship Mr.G had sold to Ms.J and other masters.

With full faith in Mr.N's authoritarian rule to get my tech replaced, Mr.G continued hard selling his core-tech to replace other techs. Mr.G had reassured all the masters that any technical use case could be implemented in his core-tech, in a span of 2 weeks. They achieved few minor successes which they showcased as major ones and marketed as guides for all other use-cases at various forums. Whenever a new integration requirement came, the masters' first preference would be to implement it in the core-tech. The requirement would then go around in the sub-groups of the core-tech folks who were busy re-implementing other techs' use-cases. This going around the board on the core-tech service ship was done to just see if there was a matching core-tech solution that could serve as the guide and quickly implement the new requirement. This would waste weeks if not months from when the requirements were identified. But again the delay was pushed under the carpet with the smart corporate jargon like "..inertia before flying high..". More interestingly, the running around concluded with ".. we have not yet matured enough to implement this new requirement..", "..let us implement this in existing tech for now, eventually we will migrate this to core-tech..".

I could see an identifiable pattern for all new integration requirements. Without any master asking for it, I would prepare a solution design and delivery plan for implementing new requirements in my tech. I'd also list the potential risks which were mainly related to the expected very limited time to deliver. As I'd then expect, the masters would finally turn towards my team to casually check if we could do something in the very limited time left. They had a hidden faith in us that they could get a confident "Yes", and that's what we gave to them. I would update and fine-tune my already refined plan and give it to them within a week of their approach to my team. My plan would clearly define the expected overrun from the originally planned time to hit the market, along with the obvious risk of not having sufficient time to manage too many unknowns. Me and my tech team had a track record of managing the risks well and enabling the business teams to hit the market as per their original plans. Mr.S and his level-ups would always be very happy with my team's face-saving efforts but they could not showcase them on bigger forums because the organization did not want to hear any success stories related to my tech. My solutions were published with the label "tactical". They received "soft" applauds with the disclaimers that they will serve as guides to the "strategic" core-tech solutions. This happened many times in the 2 years that followed. In line with my principle of doing whatever my masters asked me to do, I accepted the work every time and kept delivering the highest quality solutions. My every delivery of a new integration solution added ammunition to my subsequent mutinies. Every time I accepted building a new solution, I asked my masters "Why". I captured their answer in the now-very-long log that backed my next mutiny.

So I had a Mr.N and his lost team of core-tech pirates who were promising to deliver, in 5 months, a technical solution of which they did not have an iota of understanding. And then I was implementing new business critical integrations in my tech, which were added to the targets of Mr.N's already lost team. Still there were no change either in the superficial confidence that the core-tech team exhibited or in the authoritarian behavior of Mr.N.

Lost we moved closer to the 2 month deadline to reassure our super masters that we had a fool-proof plan to replace my tech with the core-tech in the remaining 3 months. T's subscription to O's integrations product would end by the end of this period. The final reassurance would mean that T would not renew it's subscription of O's integrations product. If so, within next 3 months, my 60+ back-end integrations would cease to support T's back-end operations. More and more senior masters started getting involved in Mr.N's daily meetings. Being one of the key resources of the outgoing tech, I was also included in these meetings. Everyone on the meeting was at least 10-15 years more experienced than me. So in the initial few meetings I just listened. I listened to Mr.N's concocted stories about the leaps of success that his team had made and the confidence they possessed to pull this off in the minuscule time. I didn't intervene as I knew Mr.N would say anything to paint a very rosy picture of what the organization wanted to see. And its a human thing that we can't accept but ignore the little possibilities of failure when someone promises to give us almost all that we want. However, to my pleasant surprise, one of the super masters, T's Engineering Director, asked a very simple question on the planned tech infrastructure on which the whole new solution would be deployed. Mr.N first paused and then fumbled in his reply. This logged the first doubt in the heads of the super masters. In another meeting, another senior master, one of the Technical Program Managers (TPM), asked me to prepare a detailed pre-mortem report highlighting the business risks if any of the planned 60+ core-tech integrations were not ready to go live within next 6-7 months. He gave a period of 6-7 months considering that we could consider an extension of a few months if Mr.N's plan really had some mettle in it.

This was my last chance and also my last hope. I put in my best effort and created a report with 100% real business risks that I had mitigated, and handled when triggered, over my many years of managing the integrations. I substantiated the business and non-business impacts of all risks. I specified how I had implemented safeguarding measures in my tech solutions to mitigate each of the risks. Whenever a risk was triggered, both tech teams and business teams had to act very quickly, in collaboration, to execute risk-handling measures. Deadlines for successfully closing the triggered risks ranged from 2-24 hours, and it involved managing a diverse set of business stakeholders. At the first sight of my report, the TPM was stunned. In all my prior interventions, I had tried to bring these risks to Mr.N. But he told me that it was not "rocket-science". Similar safeguarding measures could be easily implemented in core-tech as well. He asserted his viewpoints, in his usual authoritarian tone, and asked core-tech folks to confirm. As usual, he'd succeed in extracting the "soft" reaffirmation and then kill my mutiny. 

The TPM had realized that we were dealing with a huge risk to business, and that it would take months just to validate that the new core-tech integrations had the capability to handle all the risks. He asked Mr.N if he had thought this through. Mr.N was still defiant. I failed to understand what was motivating him to not accept the simple fact that this was not doable, especially in the stipulated 5 months of time. The TPM, though senior to Mr.N, respected Mr.N's seniority and showed trust in Mr.N's experience and confidence. So, even though he understood the real picture, he did not challenge Mr.N's defiance. But he set me up to present my report to his next level, that was T's Engineering Director Mr.R. I was nervous for the meeting. Suddenly, I was talking to the masters who I had not thought of talking to in my next "5 years". 

Mr.R was the one who'd earlier made Mr.N fumble while answering a simple question on core-tech infrastructure. So I had some confidence that my report could make as good an impact on Mr.R as it made on the TPM. So the meeting happened and I repeated my now-rehearsed performance in front of Mr.R and Mr.N. Mr.R was a very busy man at T, with maybe a thousand things running in his mind in a given work-hour. So he formed a quick high-level understanding of the situation by the time I stopped talking. He didn't need to deep dive to low-level details in any of the many projects that were running under his leadership umbrella. So he asked Mr.N if he had taken all these valid risks into account and whether he'd be able to deliver the expected new solution ensuring that the risks were handled as well as in the outgoing solution. Mr.N once again downplayed all risks and reassured Mr.R that his core-tech team of 4 resources was "excited and confident" to deliver the solution on time. This was a lie in plain sight, and it was putting the company at an unimaginable risk. It was a very hard test of my patience to not counter Mr.N in the meeting, then and there. There were no better words than "lie", or maybe ".. this is not true..", which I could use to sugarcoat my counter. My any counter would have put Mr.N in a very bad light in front of Mr.R. I felt that would not have been the most sensible thing to do, professionally. So I kept silent for the rest of the meeting. I slept over the unfortunate meeting.

In my general routine, I wake up at around 5 am, make my coffee and sip it peacefully in the quiet "me" zone, almost every day, thankfully. I trust the purity of every thought that comes to me at this time of the day. My mind is super active and receptive of all positive energies flowing around me. Most of my confusions about all aspects of my life get resolved while I simply sit and let thoughts flow through my mind, uninterrupted. Many a times, a simple random thought resolves a technical problem on which I'd have been stuck the entire previous day. Unchecked thoughts at this time of the day act as an auto-pilot and thus, generally, set up the rest of my day.  

In the morning that followed the meeting with Mr.R and Mr.N, my feeling of dejection was peacefully at rest. Refreshed faculties of my mind started understanding the situation. I understood that my Plan C was destined to fail miserably as it depended on Mr.N and the core-tech team whom I could neither understand nor align with our organization's success. So what were left with me were my mutinies and my Plan B. I realized that this was a do or die situation for me and I could not play completely by the books. So I decided that it was time that I did same straight talks at work.

I texted my line manager Mr.S and requested him to set up an urgent meeting with his level-up Mr.M. Mr.M had worked very closely with Mr.R for last more than 15 years at T at that point in time. Both of them were very instrumental in changing the face of technology at T. I had some hidden faith that Mr.M will do whatever it takes to save T from a disaster. Only thing I needed to convince him that what he was looking at was a disaster. Like Mr.R, he also had a thousand active matters at hand at any point in time during his work-day. So, as soon as I met, I launched - "You may see this as my unprofessional behavior, to bypass all hierarchy and say this to you in a direct and crude way. We are subscribing for a big disaster by trusting what Mr.N is promising. There is a huge disconnect between his understanding and the ground reality. You can see this as my extreme pessimism, but I am claiming that our failure is assured if go forward with this initiative..". He intervened and told me that he also got a similar sense but did not question further because of Mr.N's reassurances. He asked me why I would not raise these directly with Mr.N since I was reporting to Mr.N for this particular project. I told him that I have been raising the red flags but, out of some non-understandable motive, Mr.N pulled all the flags down. Then I told what Mr.M always anticipated in his IT industry acumen but which he never expressed freely. I told him that Mr.N's project was an assured disaster and as we'd move closer to the deadline, life would become a living hell for everyone working on it. I continued - "..the max Mr.N or anyone can screw me or any other tech resource at T is for 60 days (which is our notice period). And it is not that the market outside does not need me or the core-tech. What will happen to this project if me or my fellow mutineer suddenly become unavailable, or are available only for a period of next 60 days? We might be at an individual loss, but the organization will be at a much bigger one..". I told him that I did not capture this implicit risk in my report that was now doing the rounds at the tables of many masters. Mr.M ended the meeting citing his another appointment and told me that he'll get back to me on this. 

Next day, Mr.N called for an adhoc meeting of the 4 core-tech folks, me and my fellow mutineer, Mr.R and Mr.M. I had a slight sense of what was expected to come but to others, it was big surprise. Mr.N declared that they were putting the entire project on hold with immediate effect. He sugarcoated the reasons behind the decision, to not demotivate the core-tech folks. The elephant inside me was quietly observing Mr.N's words and expressions, and enjoyed watching the monkey getting leashed.

I hardly had any one-on-one interactions with Mr.M in all my years at T. My integrations work fell under his leadership umbrella but my interactions with him were limited to occasional skip-level meetings and the issue-triage meetings when risks got triggered in the integrations space. I did not do any small talks on the floor and just discussed work that was assigned to me by Mr.S. Accidentally, I exhibited a popular tool of being more effective at workplace - "Talk less, to be heard more". I guess in my uncommon one-on-one meeting with Mr.M, my plain acknowledgement of the possibility of losing key human resources, and my conviction that T's business-as-usual was at great risk, won me his acceptance of the crude facts that I'd blurted out about the nonsensical vision of the project and its assigned executors.

When the news traveled across the floor, everyone in my team and the outsiders who were aware of the matter started congratulating me, terming it as my "big victory". I was pleasantly surprised. I told them that I was nobody in the organization and had won nothing for myself. I was happy that a big disaster for our organization was averted, and I was able to play a key role in that. Mr.S and Mr.M were pleased that I persisted with my efforts and had proven my points despite having no official support from the higher levels and having minimal chances of being heard and accepted. But, again, they could not openly market my efforts, for now obvious reasons. However, the status quo of my work was restored. More implementation work started flowing my way and I got a healthy pipeline of work for at least next "3 years". Whenever Mr.N and I crossed each other on the office floor, I wished him with a smile and a look that said "I am still not out of work here". He sometimes ignored and sometimes just shook his head, with the same old authority. 

My "victory" had given a hope to many other "mediocre" resources and teams. Mr.S also belonged to the under-privileged clan that did not know the core-tech. He was also a little unsettled by the unchallenged organization growth that Mr.G, his peer, was making, by selling promises of huge benefits to T by implementing the core-tech. Maybe he also got some hope from my "victory". So he requested Mr.G to conduct a knowledge-sharing session on what was happening in T's tech strategy space. He was smart enough to give an ego-massage to Mr.G by saying that other teams should also have a high-level idea of Mr.G's team's success story. So the session happened. Mr.G again hard sold his initial project and its associated potential cost savings for T. Then he restated the whole big story around the organization deciding to replace "giant" tech vendors with indigenous systems built in core-tech. I assumed that he'd have had some reflection after knowing about my recent "victory". So I asked where did we stand in terms of the strategic decision to remove my tech. He said that we will do it. I was surprised and once again I asked "Why". He told ".. coz we've hired an elephant to do a monkey's job..". I turned to my fellow mutineer with an angry + tired + mocking smile. After the meeting was over, I told Mr.S and my team that so far I had fought the "monkeys". Now I had to take on the the King Kong who was at the helm of the "ship of monkeys". What I'd won was a small battle, the war would continue. But I decided to take a little break and rejuvenate myself in my just-restored status quo. Now I could answer very quickly and crisply if any of my masters asked "Neeraj! Where do you see yourself in T after 5 years?".. Bon voyage :)

Thursday, July 22, 2021

Our women are empowered, are so our widows?

Recently I came across sad news of demise of my wife's 36 yr old cousin. This happened to be the first Covid-19 casualty in my wife's close relations. Shamshanam Bairagam came back knocking at the door of the house of my thoughts. This time I was able to let it in, spent a short quality time with it, and then let it go. The equanimity can be attributed either to the fact that this was not my first rendezvous with it or to the fact that the person was outside of "my" circles of influence and concern. It took a few days for my wife and her relatives to regain their mental normalcy. After attaining some normalcy, one of the first few things that my wife asked me was - "Do you think that the cousin's wife should do a second marriage? She is pretty young, and has decent looks.". My answer in the moment was "It is not my call and, in fact, nobody else's other than the lady herself. The only thing that I am bothered about is whether she will be allowed to think in this direction. And the block might not be just put by her parents or her in-laws, it might be put by herself.".

The concept of "Women Empowerment" is very close to my heart. It has strong impressions on my mind, in both positive and negative manner. Positive impressions are because of now-so-obvious reasons that every educated person must be knowing already. Negative impressions are because of the wide use of this idea to misrepresent acts, decisions, corporate policies, publicity drives etc. as campaigns that contribute to the cause. This misrepresentation is done in both public and personal social forums, most of the times intentionally but at times subconsciously. So when this question about my wife's cousin's wife came, it made me think if she is really one of the "empowered" women of today. Once again in my experience of life, the question exposed the futility of our superficially modern minds. Every time we are put into an unimaginable, real, and psychologically tough situation, we discover a new kind of shallowness of our minds. We are clueless about our thinking selves. We experience the emotions of being vulnerable, lost, pitiable, helpless etc. But as we spend some time in the situation, our unique human quality of adaptability kicks in and our minds get conditioned to accept, live, and survive this new state of being. So for my wife's cousin, she had to eventually stop crying, accept her situation and survive, survive for her two very young sons. And for her relatives including my wife, they eventually got on with their normal lives as the space occupied by her and the sorry incident was gradually freed up and then occupied again with the imaginable, apparently real, and presumably normal situations.

What I observed in the two months that followed the incident was the change in the behaviors and thought process of the people who were related but did not have a great presence or a role to play in the lady's mundane life. Indian men, elder or young, are always presumed to either be in or achieve a state of indifference very soon. The case was same in this incident as well. However, Indian women tend to spend a longer time, mentally, in such situations. The disturbing thing was that within a couple of months, both the elderly as well as young women-relatives also turned almost indifferent to that lady. Whenever the topic would come up for discussion, they would talk about the mistakes in judgement of the people that led to the incident, and then would end up saying that's fate and we can't do anything about it. I am not disturbed by this human behavior, it is pretty natural. The problem for me is the non-realization and non-acceptance of our hypocritical behaviors.

In the current world, both "educated" men and women feel proud and great in wishing each other on "Women's Day", "Mother's Day", "Family Day" and many such fads. In fact they implicate if someone didn't wish others in the family communication groups, it happened in my family even in the aftermath of the incident. However, many of us won't even be aware that there is an "International Widows Day" which is observed every year on 23rd of June. This recent incident and the just passed "International Widows Day" brought me to the thought that maybe only some of our women are, or can be, empowered. I have not heard about Widows, Divorcees, Single-mothers, Remarried women in any of the presentations and briefings which I have attended in the corporate world. Talking about such women still feels like taboo. I believe that the plight of such women will add many more inspiring perspectives to the already existing now-so-obvious perspectives in this area. Most of the times in our corporate events, it is the already empowered women, who have reached particular levels in management, talking about their journeys and then about bringing up the staff-level women in the organization up the ladder. Or they talk about having bigger percentage of women in the higher management. I see that there scope is often limited to further empowering to elite levels the already better-of women. The scope often excludes the women who can be brought to the initial state of being empowered, which would required much less effort, planning and showbiz. 

I hope that some empowered women understand the need to address this relatively ignored section among the supposed beneficiaries of their campaigns. I will appreciate and have an honest intent to contribute to such real campaign.

Wednesday, May 12, 2021

The 2nd "Good News" !!

Over last few years, I have been very vocal about my reservations against current-day Indian youth deciding to get married at an age between 25 and 30. I consider this age to be a little too small for a person to be able to make the best, or maybe the least painful :), choices for his/her life. Unlike people holding back expressing such un-social thoughts in front of their kin who are getting married, I do otherwise. I don't simply congratulate them. I question them - "do you really understand what you are trying to get into?". Quite expectedly, they neither understand my questions nor my intentions. They start doubting whether I am really one of their well-wishers. They start trying to figure out if something really bad has happened in my life. And finally they use their "Brahmastra", they say "you survived, we will also survive". They don't realize that in actual they are trying to cover these uncomfortable questions with the same wrapper which their parents used to first pack and then suffocate their free thoughts, when they said "Beta! We survived life like this, so will you..". That's a really smooth way to murder the thought of "thriving" life instead of "surviving" it. 

Of late, people in my circle of influence have become comfortable with this rogue side of me. However, as is life's characteristic of not letting this war of thoughts and opinions to be put to rest, a new domain of disharmony of thinking has sprung up in my circle. Recently, I heard two "good" news - one from my friend from college and the other from one of my close relatives. Both of them planned second childs, of course in their respective families :). While the reactions of my other friends and my wife, in their respective cases, were the default "congratulations", my reaction was "Why?" in both of them. The answers that I got were interesting.

My friend said "do bacche toh hone hi chahiye, family complete ho jati hai" (two kids are a must to complete the family). He said that in his typical middle-class, "educated" Indian Baniya tone. Baniya is a caste which majorly comprises of business-doing people in my country. Being a Baniya myself, I gave him a typical Baniya i.e. money perspective of his decision. I recently read one of the research articles that told that the average cost of bringing up a child upto18 years,  in an averagely educated middle-class Indian household, is 1.25 crore rupees. When I told this to him, he was spell bound. He had not even considered the money part in what he claimed as "family planning". I asked him if he felt confident and secure that his current job would last for another 15-20 years, and will be able to continue to pay him the average good salary which he is getting right now. His answer was an obvious No. And I could make out that a question about his happiness quotient would make him even more sad and disturbed, so I avoided it. Well, the beauty of friendship is that such conversations don't spell a bad cast on the core relationship. As I generally say these days, intent is more important than the act. I believe that my friend did get my point, but he could not accept it or express his acceptance. He knew all these unconventional thoughts hold a strong logic, but he was also aware that it is too difficult to break our own casts of conventional thinking which have been conditioned and made strong over all these years of our upbringing. 

My relative's reply was a bit more interesting. This relative of mine is in his late 30s and has a nine year old daughter. He also has these common existential issues of job insecurity, work related stress coz of holding a senior position in company, and not-so-good happiness score. I refined my monosyllabic "Why?" and asked him what was the thought process that went behind planning the second child. He told that he and his wife thought that the second child will be a talking/sharing companion to their daughter once she gets married. Their daughter will have a sibling to talk to when they won't be there. The answer left me thoroughly perplexed. I wanted to argue but in a feeble manner, to respect the sensitivity of our relationship. At our individual levels, he and I have complimenting personalities. But in terms of the societal relationship that we share with each other, I always need to be a lil submissive in the cases of ideological contradiction. In my feeble opposition, I asked him how can he (and his wife) be so sure about the circumstances in which their daughter will be after maybe 10-15 years from now. The answer was abstract and a try to evade the question, but I didn't pursue it further. The conversation ended, but I decided to elaborate on my feeble opposition inside my head. I continued to think that if my relative's daughter will get married in future, she will have her husband to share her feelings with. If not husband, there will be some fast friend built over all these years. If she will not be married, she might be busy exploring her life in realms that we might not be able to even imagine in our conventional view of life. There is a chance that she might not have any confidante, but that will mean that over all these years her upbringing must have made her an introvert or some other type. If that be the case, this planned companion in the form of her sibling will also be subject to the similar cast as she was, in which case I believe that the kind of sharing will anyways not help make the situation better. In my social circle, I have seen many close relatives and friends who are so hooked on to sharing everything with their siblings that there life outside of the act of sharing looks dead. 

In one of the idle afternoons, I brought up my views on these "good news" with my wife. Like a wife of 7 years, she started with a strong opposition to my thoughts, and the temperature of our tones gradually started to rise, as usual :). She told me that I cant expect everyone to be as mentally detached from family and relations, like myself. This was followed by some random arguments to augment her general disgust at my thought process. Like an experienced husband of 7 years, I retained the context but shifted the subject this relative to ourselves. This changed the overall perspective and we started thinking, and talking, in terms of what would be the impact of mothering a second child on her "personal" well-being. The smart move worked :). I told her that with our first child, she already lost her job, her career came to a halt, her health and physical appearance changed for what-seems-to-be forever, and her mental health is no better than before with all the marital, relationships, and social interpersonal misunderstandings, and the related emotional chaos. I told her that with great difficulty and after a span of 5 years she has started, though very sluggishly, on the path of recovery from the side effects of her pregnancy. Now, if we were to plan another child, in her personal perspective, her non-family life will be pushed back by another 2 years. Postnatal recovery might never come in her remaining life, coz of age and other psychological factors. Add to it the practical burden of financially supporting a family of four people, in a higher middle-class social atmosphere. Instead, in the next 2 years, if she focused on picking up pace in her recovery, attain some contentment and associated relevance in her non-family life, she will feel more happy about her life from an individual perspective. Agreed that if we planned a second child our child could have enjoyed the un-interrupted company of his sibling, but he could have also miss out on a lot of other possibilities of life coz of restrained mental and financial health of his parents. A bad mental health of parents would have in fact had an overall negative impact on his life. I told my wife, that 20-30 years back, our parents existed in a much simpler and less stressful world. There was manageable amount of stress from societal existence, and practical existence was much easier with lesser distractions and equally less aspirations. These days, if we compare to the times of our parents, we are under exponential levels of stress. Times have changed, not for the good. Its imperative for us to break our casts of conventional thinking, for the good. We need to assess ourselves, understand our limitations, aspirations, and capabilities, and then decide on such big decisions as planning a second child. When things were seen in her perspective, my wife concurred with my thought process ;).

In current world, a feeling of personal relevance is of utmost importance. Today's women, with a mindset of empowerment, cannot just be contented with the feeling of having parented "educated" children, or having given the lifelong support to their families. I have seen women who try to make themselves feel that way, but I have also observed that they are shattered to the core when they are brought to a rendezvous with their actual reality. The reality in which they are actually consoling themselves every day that you gave yourself up for this family. I believe that a family should never suck any of its member's relevance and importance as an individual. A collective decision which inflicts hurt to any member(s), is a fault of the entire family.

All this thought process does not mean that I am against a second child in principle. I am just of the opinion that such major decisions of life have to be taken from a more realistic perspective of oneself and ones life, instead of just being taken out of an ageing and unjustifiable convention. We boast of our culture being so open, modern, and accepting, yet the noble and very practical deed of adoption feels like a taboo to most of us. Adoption is a very nice and available option in a populous country like ours.  It can help the lady in the family to not go through the physical and related psychological pains of pregnancy, and also give her an opportunity to attain another higher level in womanhood, that of mothering a cute, little, lovable, motherless soul as her own child. Yes, she won't become Mother Teresa, but she won't be any less in her own little world. And that also gives the family an opportunity to have a member with a slightly different DNA than the boring one, which the existing members are already tired of and trying to decode and change for the better :).

So we ought to be very pragmatic and not get carried away by unthought-of traditions and conventions. One bad decision can ruin the life of our family member(s), and that is one thing that we should avoid to respect the scarce humanity. For the "good news", they are floating in the world around us, in very simple and beautiful ways, we just need to tune in to the right news channel :).

Monday, March 15, 2021

Do you love your spouse?

The title of this post could have been "Do you feel Love in all your relationships?" or may be a more simpler "Love, Life and Relationships". However, I came up with this title because of the fact that on most social occasions, and even at times while introspecting, we tend to associate the element of Love in our life only to our spouses or partners. People around us are not curious to know if we love our child/parent(s)/humanity/nature/existence or life as a whole. But almost everyone is interested to know whether Love exists in our relationship with our spouse. Reason probably is that the other halves of all these relationships except marriage are not chosen by us. When a child is born we don't control its form. We don't control or choose the humanity, nature or existence around us. We accept them either as a blessing if good or destiny if otherwise. However, we control who we chose as our or our child's spouse, the supposed-to-be life partner. We make this decision with our "great" human wisdom, the wisdom on which we bet a huge amount of money to treat and declare to the entire world of "wise" people around us, that we have found the perfect companion for our or our child's life journey. When we make this choice we consider that our great wisdom includes a degree in the subject of Love. We then go on to claim that Love will be and has to be an integral part of this chosen relationship. This is where this self-made mess starts, and this is where the culture of checking the crap-density of the mess of our fellow messed-up beings creeps in.

Have we ever imagined any relationship without Love? Or let me rephrase, have we ever imagined a life which need not have Love? 

I believe that Love has not only been grossly not-understood but also it has been misused to defend our full-of-hate stances in arguments that happen quite so often with our so-called-loved ones. We often term these arguments as emotional and try to attribute them to presence, absence or lacking of Love. But I feel that they are actually psychological in nature. They arise because of different and often conflicting interpretations of a particular situation or an incident. These interpretations are based on the arguing individuals' value systems, the value systems which are either not-understood or misunderstood by the individuals themselves. Love is not a value, it an eternal experience that has as many definitions as are the positive human emotions. Ambiguous! We tend to use this ambiguity of Love to elude the ambiguity of our core values. We pick a definition of Love which is in line with what we expect our so-called-loved-one to do for us in a particular context, and then shift the complete focus to judge whether Love exists in our relationship or not. 

Why do we not have an intent to identify our core values? Why do we tend to ignore the values which form the entire basis of our interpretation of situations, and thus lay the foundation of our understanding of life?

I live in a country that has its cultural history majorly influenced by Hinduism, a religion whose origins are claimed to date back to 1500 B.C. It is based on some revered ancient texts like Vedas, whose relevance and importance in current world is acknowledged worldwide. These ancient Hindu texts define principles that still apply to a great extent to our fast-moving modern lives. Hindu principles of life are quite open and liberal in nature, as compared to other religious beliefs and preachings. That's why they apply better to our lives when compared to many other religions. This open and liberal nature of Hinduism leads to two things in terms of an individual's understanding of the religion - first an interpretation based understanding of core values, and second the transcending of this interpretation (with few manipulations) into the individual's circle of influence. Every interpretation defines its own values, and each transcendence adds to a community of people believing in the given set of values. There may be some overlaps between the value systems of two such communities, but sufficient differences are deliberately maintained by the upper managements of each community, to sustain their USPs, and thus keep the follower-ship and associated money-mill running.

Our values form the basis of how we first perceive and then judge things or people around us. Simple chain of human cultural evolution goes something like - individuals form communities, communities form societies, and finally societies form cultures. Our country often boasts of its diverse cultural wealth on international stages. At the same time, it boasts of having the largest pool of intellect that is needed by the world to sustain global economy. Both the claims have some credibility, except for the factual misrepresentation of the diverse culture and the intellectual pool as drugs that have no side-effects. While diverse culture results in conflicting values, "intellect" is a misnomer for "education". What our country has is a very big pool of "educated" people who can do wonders if they are made to operate in an ideal world (which is modeled in the lessons of their curriculum). However, when put into the real world scenario, majority of these "educated" ones lose complete control of themselves and their lives. Of course exceptions are there but they are numbered, and the number is not big enough to put the claims that we do on the international stages.

A value-rich culture and a well "educated" mind, in a globalized scientifically advanced world, produce a confused soul. One of my fellow philosophy-idiot introduced me to the term "headless chicken", while kind-of showing a mirror to me :). I believe that our country has one of the biggest pools of "headless chicken" in the world. We have our own sets of abstract but fortified values that have sustained various evolutionary attacks over ages. Globalization has catalyzed an amalgamation of population from different cultures, bringing into the scheme of things a deluge of abstract values. The scientific advancement has made life so fast that often we do not have enough time, energy, or space to stop, think and move. 

It is like we are driving our modernized life in a traffic of confused values, and there are no yellow lights in the signals at the culture crossroads. We can either stop and park, or keep moving without thinking, like a "headless chicken". A popular strategy that we, confused souls, take in such scenarios is to follow and stick to the visibly safest path. The path often tells us to "study" meticulously but not "learn". It tells us to "believe" in rites, rituals, and ancestral ways of living but not "question" them, and thus restricts our minds to a closed box of "thinking". While moving on this path, we come across various crossroads where we need to take important life decisions that can impact the course of rest of the journey of our lives. There are the opportunities where we can switch over from the current path to a path that shows better life prospects but with a risk of uncertainty. Whether we decide to stick to the already traversed path or switch to a new one, our natural tendency puts us into a constant evaluation of the actual merit of our decision.

If we look at it, this is situation for many people belonging to the educated middle-class of our country, to which I also belong. And in this stressful situation, along with screwing our overall understanding of life, we screw up the understanding of feelings and emotions like Love.

Our main religion has many number of Gods, and equal number of stories that give an elaborate account of social values that we, as humans, should live up to. It just occurred to me that our mythological texts and scriptures give an account of Love life of only one major God, who happened to have loved numerous women, none of whom ended up being his wife. Ironically, we have the photograph of that God and his most beloved woman printed on the invitation cards for solemnizing of a relationship that never existed between the God and his beloved women.

In such a setup of confused values, as soon as we enter our adolescence, we enter into a battlefield where abstract cultural values are fighting our biologically developing psyche. Add to it the pressure of the earning educational degrees to survive in the ever competing world. This leaves us with nil or minimal time to observe and identify our own selves. We get pushed onto the traffic-laden street with no idea about how to navigate through it. So we chose to quickly complete our paper-education and then earn a job that gives meager-but-enough-to-survive salary, and then, just because of the age, start assuming ourselves to have matured enough to find the Love of our life. And what do we know about Love at that stage? Living in a beautiful house with our partner, singing or spending time with him/her in a beautiful scenic locations, dance together and feel Love on social gatherings, travel, party, complete the family with a child and eventually grow old together. We overlook one of the very important aspects of companionship, that is "understanding". And its very natural to overlook this essential aspect. We never tried to understand ourselves, how can we think about a relationship based on understanding. Without identifying our own values, how can we find a person whose values might match to our unidentified values. We choose that person superficially, by looks or surface behavioral traits (mostly in case of love marriages), or by caste, astrology and societal rules (in case of arrange marriages). And then starts the never ending pursuit of aligning our unidentified values in the name of adjustment towards each other, and conformance to the standards of life set by the extremely virtuous people around us.

Big account of the problem, what is the solution?

After trying to clean this mess for many years now, I have learnt that a very important tool to overcome the situation is to first identify our core values, and then understand the relationship of our core values to the societal setup that we live in. Our societal setup is neither an ideological truth nor a practical truth, its a human existential truth. It cannot be judged right or wrong, acceptable or unacceptable. It just exists. I have come across verified researches, that are also in line with life principles defined in Vedas, that we are on a constant path of learning which eventually leads to self-discovery as we keep growing in the experience called life. The learning slows down as we get old but it never ceases. I believe that if we introspect properly, we can form a very "good" (need not be 100% "correct") understanding of our core values. What are my core values?

  • Keep learning while living thoughtfully. Take a mental pause once in a while in the otherwise long running and established daily routines, think about what's happening in my internal and external worlds, and think about how I can achieve or sustain a balanced co-existence between the two.
  • Be open to change that comes along with ever-growing physical and psychological worlds.
  • Control the controllable, in terms of my roles and responsibilities.
  • Appreciate and respect acts of innocence, kindness, compassion, and/or help that happen around me. Try to add to these beautiful aspects of human existence.
  • Respect food, avoid food wastage, and be thankful to almighty for being lucky to get food whenever I feel hungry.
  • Respect sports, understand the sportsmen's spirit. 
  • Respect soldiers and the militia, try to understand and respect the spirit of the nation's defense forces. Try to do something for the soldiers in this lifetime. 
  • Respect dignity and freedom of choice of life of individuals around me.
  • Try to be a good listener. Accept positive feedback with grace, embrace the negative feedback from life and people, and try to respond and not react to the negative feedback.
  • Try to be selflessly selfish or selfishly selfless. At times I speak or act against the common social conventions, in an unsociable manner. That's my maverick self. But I try to leash myself with some restraint so that it does not become anti-social. Generally, the behavior is backed with some value-based reasoning. 
  • Be grateful to the nature and to almighty for blessing me with the material and non-material possessions that make me feel happy.
Some of these values seem very simple when mentioned, and are popularly talked about. But they are not easy to be realized and lived. I make a sincere effort to keep realizing these values in my routine, and keep identifying any new values that I have developed or may develop through the ongoing journey of life.
Our human nature is such that if we find a person with exactly (or almost) the same values, our natural instincts lead us to an insecurity that the relevance or importance of our value system might be superseded by the possibly stronger or better established value system of the other being. We subconsciously start competing and challenging each other in the acts that reflect these values. That's why there is the popular saying that opposites attract, while the actual thing is "likes repel". Ironically, in our typical marriages, we keep trying to mold our "opposite" valued partner, whom we should be actually attracted to (if we go by the popular principle), into a "like" valued partner, so that we can claim to love him/her. So I don't buy this theory of "opposites attract". On the contrary, I often feel getting pulled towards persons who reflect similar or complementing values. When I meet such people, I develop an innate willingness to refine the understanding of my own values, and imbibe from them new values that can add to my growth. These value-aware people can be from either sex. In case of same sex they end up becoming your "friends for life", in case of opposite sex they may become your potentially-perfect "life partner". Such a person of opposite sex becoming your "friend for life" is a theoretically possible aspect, but it has its own set of strong social and biological challenges. I will restrict my current thought process from venturing into this possibility, as I believe this will start another Chautauqua. 
This whole understanding of life, relationships and Love might be "good" or "bad", but it can never be "right" or "wrong" :).

So my solution to the problem is to relieve ourselves and our partners from the stress of trying to find Love within each other. Try to know, and then grow ourselves. Fulfill the responsibilities towards our current internal and external existences, try to achieve a balance, and start/resume on the path of learning and self-discovery. Many values exist in our worlds in many forms, not just in the form of people around us. Once we start realizing values within and around us, the feeling which we might define as Love will eventually fill our lives. Feeling of Love will happen, it will chose us, we can't chose it because it is ambiguous to us.

So what if someone asks me "Do you love your spouse?". My answer is "please share your understanding of Love with me, then I can answer if I love my spouse, based on the parameters that make your definition of Love". I am sure I will get into a discussion that will either unleash the expressions captured in this post or make that person move out of this discussion with a "maverick" :). 

So next time you are in a social gathering/setup and someone asks you "Do you Love your spouse?", what will be your answer?

Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Do we know our parents?

Do we know our parents? This may look like a very stupid and nonsensical question on the face of its first occurrence. But if the obvious answer is "Yes", let us ask another nonsensical question to ourselves, "Really?". There were two recent, otherwise-not-to-be-noticed incidents in my life that led me to put this question to myself. 

First one was my father's retirement ceremony in Sept 2018. In their farewell speeches for my father, his colleagues of more than 30 years told anecdotes from his past. In one of the anecdotes, they told how, during the initial days of their service at Chandigarh, they all enjoyed the tea times at a very small tea stall near their office building in Sector 17. Sector 17 of Chandigarh has been a very popular spot for the people of Chandigarh, well known as a go-to place to check out and appreciate beautiful girls (this was called in Hindi as "Nayan Sukh Prapti", a college slang), who were mostly from Punjab. I was startled at that anecdote, because for the first time I was coming across a story about my father's non-sacramental, non-patriotic, not-so-principle-oriented side. The moment was very light and passed by fast and unnoticed in the grandeur of the event. But the moment was well registered in my mind, waiting to be given its due attention via this post :). Prior to this event, there were extremely rare and very short references of my father's inter-caste love interest before marrying my mom. But in last 2 years post retirement, at least a little more details have come out in that context. My father's then love interest was from the same caste as my wife, and that caste also happens to be the one which my father and his family despised almost throughout their lives. My father's family's reservations against the caste must have been one of the main reasons for that relationship to have not materialized, I can only assume because like I said even now only a "little" more details have come out in the context. However, the irony, which has been stated multiple times at casual family functions and gatherings, is that what my father despised all through his life, his son (that is me) brought it right to the center of the scheme of things of our family :). 

Apart from the light moment from the farewell speeches, the other worth noting piece of information was given by my mother. Dad's retirement was a known but never-experienced-before event in our lives. All of us were feeling emotional as well as anxious about the event. While I was drafting my own speech in my mind, my sister drafted and sent her speech over an email. I also asked my mother to prepare and deliver a speech at the function. I could sense it that she wanted to do that very desperately, but she could not gather the courage to do that. Apart from that day, I guess she had never ever even given a thought to the idea of speaking at a gathering like that, with the spotlight on her. In her own little imagination of how things would be at the event, she prepared and was planning to sing a song for my father, which was very innocent and cute. Being very confused about her own feelings, emotions, and insecurities, she told me to include this second important piece of not unknown but lesser known side of my father. The info was that my father joined RSS (Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh) somewhere in 1960s (I don't remember the exact year which she told, but that's not important), when he was somewhere less than 12 years of age. All this while until this moment, I knew that my father had a very strong intent to serve the society and the country at large, but I didn't know that he started on that journey that early in his life.

The second incident that led me to the question was in Jan 2020, when I traveled to New Delhi to attend Bauji's (my grandfather's) last rites. A few days before my travel, I got a call from my mother while I was in office. That was quite unusual, as for last many years I spoke to my parents over phone only over the weekends, or in case of emergencies. I was in the habit of avoiding my phone for any non-office socialization related work. Without getting into the real context of my conversation with my mother, let me just mention that it was about a not-so-critical money-matter in which my father and my mother had a difference of opinions. My mother presented her thought process which was right in its own perspective and which I understood. I pretty much knew both the parents' individual thought process on the matter, as the matter did not come up for the first time for a debate. Still, I called up my father and talked to him to reassure that he has the same perspective which I assumed he would be having, and which I believed to be correct in his own world of thinking. I discussed this with my fellow-philosopher colleague, and he concurred with my understanding that both my parents are correct in their own perspectives. This is the same colleague whom I mention in my last post "Shamshanam Bairagam", my tea-time was not as happening as my father's during his youthful service days ;). The open end where we finished our tea-time discussion was that why cant these two people (my parents) understand each other's perspectives and be at peace with themselves and with each other. Like any other unanswered open ended question about human behavior, particularly of our close ones, this open ended question kept lingering in my mind for some time. Because of the sudden demise of Bauji in Jan 2020, I traveled to Delhi. While I was there I was talking to one of my cousins who is very elder to me and who has spent more time living with my parents than our any other relative. When I brought up this open ended question in my conversation with him over a local drive in his car, he asked me a question - "Do you know your maternal grandfather did not live with your maternal grandmother for a considerable time of his life? And that's not because of work or professional commitments..". My answer to the question was "No", and I had and still have mixed feelings on whether I want to go to the depth of that question and search for the answer. But I got a very strong realization in that moment - "How much do I know my mother?".

When I thought over these incidents, the nonsensical question started making a lot of sense to me. Following dialogue with self started:

Q: Do I know my parents?
A: Yes, I know them but only as my parent. 

Q: Did I try to know them in their individual perspectives of themselves and their life?
A: No, I know them either in their combined perspective as my parent or in their perspectives about each other and our family.

Q: Can I claim that I understand my parents?
A: No, I might have understood my own life to a great level in terms of metaphysics, I might have an above average understanding of typical Indian middle-class human behavior, but I am a failure when it comes to understanding what my parents actually are in their own individual selves.

Q: Why am I so ignorant about my parents?
A: Because it never occurred to give a serious thought and effort towards understanding them. During and post adolescence, I was too busy exploring and trying to understand my own growing self, finding and then building upon a career path, chasing girlfriend and then love, and finally when some of these pursuits were laid to rest, I got married and within 2.5 years of that had a kid. And then I was "being" a parent myself.

And then the easy to ask but difficult to answer question - "Do I want to know my parents now?". To be honest, the answer is "Not really..". I believe that this understanding can be and should be better established during adolescence and early adulthood. Now, there's too much ground to cover and too many layers of time and human self to peel. I believe that an ideal upbringing is the one in which we are able to introduce our children to at least some if not a major part of our individual selves, other than our family-oriented, responsible, idealistic, parental selves. My upbringing was not based on this open-up-your-self principle. As much as I imbibed and demonstrated the qualities taught to me by my parents' sacramental parenting, I guess I have held back and not presented to them a lot of my individual self which is not aligned with those qualities. I cherish my upbringing by my parents, it has made me into a very stable, self-sustaining man, and a socially acceptable human being. I cherish it as much as I cherish the journey of development of the other features of my self. However, if I ask myself - "Do I cherish my personal connection with my parents?" The answer is "No". Because it is not open. "Has there been an attempt at my parents' side to understand this other side of my self? ". The answer is "No". As a family, we live, exist, survive, feel, care and even thrive practically with each other. But do we understand each other? The answer is No.

This lack of interest in understanding another person is a general human characteristic. How much so ever idealistic we may want to sound by claiming that "I am very open minded, I welcome any perspective and any thought, I am a family man and I understand my family, and so on..", its our basic instinct to keep our perspective above everyone else's, to not give weight or sufficient attention to a counter-perspective, and also to present only the best non challenge-able perspective of our selves to the rest of the world, be it within the family or outside. 

Can we make this situation better? 

Yes, we can. For that we first need to be completely aware of our own selves, and be comfortable with its both good and the bad parts. "Acceptance" is a buzz word these days, thanks to the exponential growth of the spirituality and enlightenment business in India. We must accept that as humans it is absolutely normal not to be perfect or the best. One common mistake that Indian parents do is that they portray a perfect or best picture of themselves in front of their adolescent or just-turned-adult kids. This is done with mainly two intentions - first that the kid should imbibe only what's good in them, and second that their kid should not resisting imbibing that good if he/she comes to know of the not-so-good in them. This is where generation gap is set for a take off, because only good sides of things has been synced. If we think about it, the talks of generation gap mostly initiate with some bad quality of the younger person which counters the good quality of the elderly. The talks seldom initiate from a discussion on a bad quality of the elderly, because it has always been protected and never discussed. 

Another mistake that the parents do is that they don't stop parenting and being "the parent" even when their kid has crossed the teens. A learning, from one of the my recently read books, comes to my mind. The book is about teachings of Chanakya, who is one of India's most revered ancient Indian teacher, philosopher, economist, jurist and royal advisor. In one of the chapters of the book, the author shares Chanakya's following simple and time-tested "Secret of Good Parenting":

For the first five years, love your child unconditionally, for the next ten years, discipline him. From the sixteenth year onward, treat him as a friend.

Towards the end of their teens, we need to befriend our children and stop being a hardcore parent. I know my peers who are 30+ and are still being parented as if they were in their teens or early twenties. I have observed in the corporate world that a senior will never let go of his most sincere and obedient subordinate, no matter what. The same corporate rule applies in parenting. Out of their natural human instincts, parents do not let their sincere and obedient children venture out of the safe cast of idealistic family values that they have set for them over so many years. They direct most of their energies in guiding the kid in who and who not to befriend, trying to find another kid who is inside a similar cast. And they advice to not be with people who defy their set ideals. 

Friends is one of the few human communities which demonstrates acceptance at its best. We must agree that we learn a lot of things in life by being around with friends. Not only do we learn from our friends' stories of idealism and heroism, we also learn from the diversity of the dynamic experiences of their lives, which include some not-so-good side's stories of them. 

Ever since I moved to Bangalore in 2016, I have been fortunate to have friends in my apartments who became my extended family. The difference between extended and main family is that the extended family of friends is temporary while the main family is permanent. Other than this, there is very less difference in the "knowing" aspect of the members of both the families. We do not know the complete life story of this extended family, but we not both good and bad stories. We know much more details of the life story of the main family, but we know only the good stories.

So, what do I conclude?

I conclude that I do not know my parents completely. If our lifetimes and life commitments allow, I would like to know my parents completely but that's not what I seek on a priority right now. But I will ensure that my son knows both my good and bad sides, and his answer to this nonsensical question is a plain "Yes".

Sunday, April 19, 2020

Shamshanam Bairagam

17th January 2020, it was just another busy day of my life. After a hectic day at work, I reached home at around 5:00 PM in the evening and, while settling down at home, I checked my unread WhatsApp messages. I came to know that Bauji (my grandfather) was extremely unwell and had been admitted to the hospital.
At around 2:00 PM on that day, my cousin had shared a video in which Bauji was talking to one of his sons. In the video he looked gasping for breath very badly, he was not able to speak properly, and looked to be in a lot of discomfort. My father saw that video at around 3:30 PM and he sensed that Bauji's health was really bad and it needed immediate medical attention. So my father, who lived approx. 30 Km away from Bauji's place, just rushed to his place and, along with my cousins, took him to a nearby hospital and got him admitted there. When I saw Bauji's video in the evening, I also sensed that his condition was really bad. I immediately called my father to get an update on the situation. It was one of that rare occasions when my father sounded nervous. He told that we should have taken him to the hospital much earlier, one of the private hospitals to which they took Bauji for treatment had refused to give treatment because of his precarious condition. I sensed the apocalyptic news that was about to come.
I became very uncomfortable in that moment. Suddenly, my mind became empty of all mundane things that filled it up, and it was just thinking about Bauji. The WhatsApp group was filled with messages with prayers, queries on his latest situation, and of course the updates. Though some updates were reassuring in the sense that he responded well to the treatment being given to him, I was getting that intuition that we needed a miracle for him to recover from that condition. This was my first experience of being on the verge of losing a person whom I understood, respected, and felt connected with. I talked to my wife and my mother, my father was completely occupied at the hospital. They tried to give me hope and assurance that he might survive. I wanted to believe in them but I could not. However, by their repeated efforts and talks, I settled down a little bit as the afternoon turned into evening and then into the night.
It happens a lot with me that when I have to catch a flight early morning next day, or if I have any other commitment for early morning next day, then I keep getting up at night too often and keep checking the clock to check that I did not oversleep. Similar thing happened to me on the night of 17th Jan. Normally, I have a very light sleep, and that night it was even lighter. At around 4:00 AM on 18th Jan, my son, who was sleeping next to me, took a normal turn in his sleep and ended up touching me. I immediately woke up and ran for my phone and, with my heart pounding fast and praying to not see the unwanted update, saw the WhatsApp message that Bauji had left us at around 3:20 AM that morning.
My mind went blank for few minutes. In those few minutes I probably un-learnt whatever I have been doing for the past many years. The mind was flooded with all the memories and thoughts about Bauji. My wife, who normally wakes up only after 6 AM, woke up at that moment, maybe because of the same apprehension that made me sleep lighter than normal on that night. I called my uncle who lived in Bangalore, and checked with him on the details of the flight that he had booked to go to Delhi. I planned to accompany him for the last rites. The flight was at 10 AM in the morning, so I booked a cab to go to my uncle's place at 6:30 AM. 
Until I boarded the cab, I had some control on my conduct. However, as soon as I sat in the cab, I broke down and I cried like anything. There were 2 types of thoughts going on in my mind. One type was extremely emotional, the moment it pictured Bauji from the past memories it made me burst into tears like anything. The other type observed how I was acting in that moment and tried to understand why that was happening to me. I tried to make the observer type stronger by repeating in mind what it said to me, but emotional type was way too strong to beat in that moment. The observer type reminded me of the article about the human capability of being able to be equanimous in times of such emotional sorrows, it kept telling me that Bauji had lived a complete life and he died with minimal agony from complex medical procedures. But still, the emotional thoughts refused to give way and overpowered. It was only just before I met my uncle, aunt and my cousin that morning, that I could control that emotional outburst. Throughout the 1 hour journey to the Bangalore airport, there were momentary outbursts but I was able to control them by starting some talk with my co-passengers. Until we reached airport, at around 8:20 AM, I was a bit more settled. Then the emotional thoughts took a break because of the overpowering as well as unavoidable airport check-in formalities. Through the episode thus far, I realized that I cried only when I was alone. Another Chautauqua came - is it that in such emotionally demanding situations, it is better to be alone and cry and let it out, or be in some company to control that practically nonsensical emotional outburst and try to come to terms with reality. Whatever be the answer, the time kept moving and so was the travel and the subsequent developments with respect to Bauji's farewell from this world.
It was 3:30 PM when we reached the venue of the last rites of Bauji. Everyone was waiting just for my uncle who traveled with me from Bangalore, to begin the rites. As soon as we reached the venue, we were asked to quickly go to the room where Bauji was supposed to be bathed before being laid on the funeral bier. For the first time in my life I saw the naked body of a man whom I knew and respected for the way he lived his life, lying on earth without life. All the men in the room, including my dad and his brothers, started bathing the body. The emotions again got heavy and I cried. They asked me also to touch the body and rub a small portion of his body slightly, to participate in the ritual. I rubbed him slightly at his shoulder, my hand was shaking, I was touching a dead body for the first time. The bathing ritual got over in few minutes, and then Bauji was dressed in a new white colored kurta and pajama. Then he was laid on the funeral bier which was kept outside in the veranda of the venue, where everybody could see Bauji for the final time and offer their last words/prayers for him.

I cried every time I looked at his face. In that moment, with him in sight, that controlling affect of being among the people did not hold me from crying. Even though some part of me told me to stop crying, I could not. I remembered all his birthday celebrations which I had been a part of in recent years, I remembered how happy he was on seeing all his descendants celebrate his birthday. I remembered him saying "tu har saptah aa jata hai, mil jata hai toh bada accha lagta hai!" (I feel very happy whenever you come and meet me on the weekends), I remembered his teachings like "a beggar never sleeps with an empty stomach. It is easy to earn bread but it is very difficult to earn respect". I remembered when he cried while sharing his grief with me. All that came to me in that moment, when I was looking at that man lying lifeless in front of me.

After everyone had paid their last respects, Bauji's sons and grandsons lifted the funeral bier on their shoulders and took him to the funeral place which is called "Shamshan" in Hindi. There at the Shamshan I got the first and the strongest realization of the ultimate truth of life which is Death. "You will not take away anything with you, you came into the world naked and with empty hands, you will leave alike" - I had heard and maybe said this infinite number of times in my life, but I experience the meaning for the first time when I saw his funeral pyre. When the pyre was lit with fire I could see the stages in which this human embodiment of life goes back to its five basic constituents - air (breath), soil (skin n all body parts), sky or space (the space occupied by the body), fire (the evident constituent at that moment), and water (Ganga, the final destination for the remains). The funeral completed at around 6:00 PM in the evening and, coincidentally, by the end of the funeral my emotions had also settled down a bit. Bauji had dissolved into 4 out of the life's 5 basic constituents, and now his final journey to the 5th and the final constituent was left.

The funeral happened on Saturday and, as per Hindu rituals, the ashes and bodily remains are not flown into the holy Ganga on a Sunday. So it was decided that we will leave for "Asthi Visarjan" (flowing of remains into a holy river) on Monday, early in the morning. It was a very cold North Indian winter morning. On such days, normally, people can't even think of taking a bath early in the morning. They get that chilling feeling just by the thought of it. As per Hindu ritual, all of us who were taking Bauji to his final destination were supposed to take a dip in the Holy Ganga. My father, the uncle who traveled with me from Bangalore, Bauji's 3 other grandsons and I were the ones up for the task. As much as we were happy to be with Bauji on his last journey, we were at the same time scared and already shivering thinking about the dip in the icy cold water of Holy Ganga. However, with the courage bestowed upon us by the almighty, and with the strength of our love for Bauji, all of us took that holy dip to mark the end of Bauji's final journey. It was around 11:00 AM when we took the dip, fog was dense and there was no sign of a sunshine so far that morning. Miraculously, as soon as we completed our bath in the Holy Ganga, the Sun shone just for four to five minutes. With that sudden unexpected sunshine, we got a feeling that Bauji conveyed his blessings to us, and acknowledged that he has reached his final destination happily.

During this episode of never-expected emotional and physical experiences, of extreme intensities, I got around 3 days to spent at Bahadurgarh, with only my parents and myself in the house. This situation of only me being with my parents had happened after a very very long time. I was unwell throughout this episode, and the emotional and physical stress had worsened my health. My parents were taking great care of me, by serving me really good and healthy food, the morning tea at around 6:00 AM, home remedies for acute cough, carrot halwa (pudding) and some other delicious ghee sweets. My wife was busy in Bangalore, taking care of my son and managing household along with her three-hour daily job at a local dental clinic. So there were minimal phone calls from her during this period of 3 days. Those 3 days turned into a kind of an unplanned solo vacation for me. Because of some unpleasant emotional episodes within my family in recent years, regarding differences of opinions, there was minimal effort from both my and my parents' side to get into discussions related to our conducts and other aspects of our mundane lives. (I am yet to unleash my expressions on those). At the same time, we did not have any hard feelings against each other from those past episodes, and we were just around each other in a comfortable space of time and being. This brought to me another realization that sometimes, driven by the emotion of our care for our immediate family members, we just think about potential problems of their lives and then start putting all our mental faculties into an unwarranted thought process to give them advice and extravagant discourses on how they can make things better. Avoiding the start of another Chautauqua on these family issues, I will restrict this one to the point wherein I was feeling very comfortable just being there with my parents.

During those 3 days of unplanned solo vacation, with minimal disturbances of phone, work, and intrusions into my personal space, I had plenty of time to feel bored. I realized that I had not got that feeling of boredom since quite some time in my life. I started looking around in the house, for the changes that had happened since I stopped living there, that was 4 years back. I was looking at a mini-cupboard which my parents had recently got constructed, it was stacked with books and some files and documents. Suddenly, I found my old mine of gold - the books which I had read many years back. These were the books that gave my thinking a new direction many years back. They helped me break free of the conventional cast of thinking, which many of my peers were and are put into through an upbringing based on the copybook style of the Indian middle-class upbringing. I re-read "The Alchemist - by Paulo Coelho" and then hopped on to "Who will cry when you die - by Robin Sharma" which I completed after coming back to Bangalore. These 2 books helped resume metamorphosis of my mind. The metamorphosis had been paused because of indulgence in setting, meeting and achieving some professional, family and society driven, and some other vague material desires. I was happy that it resumed for some reason.

This whole experience started on 17th Jan 2020 and it ended on 21st Jan 2020 when I flew back to Bangalore. I felt like a changed person after this experience. It kept coming back to me randomly during my days, and I kept getting the urge to dive deeper into the fresh as well as renewed feelings that marked the resumption of my metamorphosis. I shared these feelings with one of my colleagues in office. He happens to be one of the few people who shares with me the feeling of the need to break free from the conventional thought process, the thought process which we develop because of external influences that bury our innate senses of realization. Somehow the divine blesses me with one such companion everywhere I go, as if "the universe is conspiring to help me reach where I want to" (The Alchemist) :). He is a South Indian guy. For me he is a kind of a book that gives me fresh perspectives on self realization, along with some insights into the South Indian culture. On listening to my experience from Bauji's demise, he told me that the thoughts that were going on in my mind at the moment can be termed as "Shamshanam Bairagam". That is, when we participate in the funeral of a close one at the funeral site, which is called "Shamshan" in Hindi and some other Indian languages, these thoughts sweep into our minds. These thoughts disconnect us from many, if not all, materialistic things that we do in our daily lives. I thought about it a lot and then also realized the feeling. Along with that realization, I liked the term that he gave me as a possible way to identify these feelings, and that's how I arrived at the title of this post :).

I will end this with a realization that Bauji's demise from this world gave me this experience, these feelings, and the associated learning. I feel blessed to be a part of his lineage.

Monday, May 27, 2019

Chikkamagaluru - this city must have a past of battles..

This post is about a coincidence of similar unexpected things that happened on my two visits to the city of Chikkamagaluru. The city is approx 300 kms from Bangalore, in the Western Ghats. It is known to be the place where coffee was planted for the first time in India and, apart from the vast picturesque coffee plantations, holds some good tourist attractions like Mullayanagiri (the highest peak in Karnataka) and some waterfalls, and has a relatively colder climate in the late night and early morning hours if compared to other places in Karnataka.
My first visit was at the start of 2016, with two of my college friends, one of whom was accompanied by his wife and the other one with his girlfriend. So we were a total of 6 adults along with my son. As is expected in any group of people, there were different personalities and characters in our group. While the married friend and his wife had a so called cool and fun attitude, the bachelor and his girlfriend took a guarded stance throughout the trip. One reason for the guarded stance could be that they were travelling together for the first time and wanted to understand each other better over the trip, to decide on the next step in their relationship. My wife and myself were the balancing agents in the pack, not too bothered about our personal preferences as our focus was on taking care of our son and enjoying with him on our first vacation with him, we had less expectations. The 11 plus hours drive from Bangalore to Chikkamagalur was joyful, the resort we checked in was at a very nice and serene location, and we had a very nice time at the bonfire which started after the sunset and went on till late into the chilling night. All in good mood, we were sitting at the dinner table and were having the normal chitchat while having the delicious food cooked in local style. As we were passing casual comments at each other, the girlfriend said to the married friend "TU ACHAAR KHATA HAI?" (You eat pickle?) with an ew. That did not go well with the wife and she retorted immediately "OH CHHAMIYA! TAMEEZ SE BAAT KAR" (behave yourself you wannabe-small-town-girl). And then there was a pin drop silence at the dinner table, followed by iced conversations through the remaining trip. The coldness continues between my friends, even after more than 2 years of that incident and even when my bachelor friend is single again. While this battle did not affect me much, the next one did.
My second visit was with my entire family, at the start of Jan 2019. My wife, my son, parents, my sister, and one of my younger cousin brothers accompanied me in this visit. This was only our second family trip, after my sister's and my marriages, the first trip was to Kerala at the end of 2017. This trip will be one of the memorable trips of my life, unfortunately because of some painful rather than joyful memories. This time I was one of the parties involved in the battle, the other party being my sister. I plan to talk about the built-up, course, and aftermath of the fight in my future posts, but one of the things that came to my mind after the fight was that there must be something with this city that travelers end up getting into such mood spoiling avoidable battles. Maybe, I will give this city one more shot at proving that it does not happen every time and with every one..

Stay-at-home Dad..

It was just about a few months since we had moved into the apartment. A lot was to be done for a young couple to setup their newly bought ho...