Passion

Journeying through the fragrance of the evening past,

I play through the entangled boughs of memories and moments,

Searching for the texture of the dreams that faded

And some that fought to last.

I wake up with your touch on my shut lids,

Feeling the traces of tears and the beads of joy,

The thrill of the distance that brings us close

And living the proximity that keeps us apart.

Drawing shapes with fingers on the dust of the times past

I wait for you beyond the cobwebs of shadows and light,

Glancing through the pools of passion

And craving for the silence of the moonlit night.

We count the ticks of taboo and the crosses of freedom,

To transcend that line drawn between “I” and “We”.

As we seek to hear each others voices

Speak through the dull aches of life

And beyond the ecstasies of our self,

Desiring

For just one more moment…

In those beads in the strings of eternity.

Who is a Leader?

This post is not meant to be a personal glorification, rather the intention here is to highlight that the general perception of people who are ‘not’ in academics is that academicians are relatively ‘free’ and academics is one of the least pressure-giving jobs in the world. Well, that is their opinion! Have you heard the “potter” metaphor for academicians? You have the crucial “business” of molding young minds.

It was a particularly busy evening (not that I am free on other days :) ). I was working on my laptop and editing something frantically that a friend had sent me , was simultaneously working on an Introduction, continuously getting calls from the hostel, directing the people there regarding the next course of action, and again running back to the laptop to work, and also reviving from a bout of typhoid. In between there were some calls from a friend regarding her personal issues, and there was the next morning’s classes to be thought of.

My mom who was observing me through her specs,  smiled and said “I thought you needed help, so I came down here but seems as if you have decided to sacrifice your life for the sake of the universe…Book me a return ticket home.”  I smiled back at her from my laptop and said, “except you the entire universe doesn’t know that I need help, precisely that is the reason why you are with me here instead of the universe giving me company” . Some of my senior Professors/bosses whom I have heard as a student used to tell us, “remember you are the CEO of your own life and work — how and what you do of it is a matter of your choice and priority”. Transitioning through the role of a student to that of a teacher, I have also said the same things to my class and my students.

These are some asides and events that have led me to a deeper reflection into the nature of a ‘leader’ and ‘what makes a leader?’ I was reading an article recently on LinkedIn (unfortunately the link got lost because of some major deletions that I was doing on the system) that roughly speaks of multitasking and multi-multitasking, and the necessity of good leaders as people who are willing to go multi-multi tasking. The article gave me chills, because it seemed to be so demanding that the requirement seemed to be that of a bonded-laborer rather than a leader who would be a visionary for a startup/mega institution/ society/ world. I am not sure how much I agree to that kind of an understanding of leadership.

I was thinking, how does one justify a Steve Jobs on the one hand and a Muammar Gaddafi on the other hand in this context of leadership? Both Steve Jobs and Gaddafi have been leaders in their own ways. Both must have been into multi multi-multi tasking, then why is the death of one leader a loss for the world while the death of the other leader a clueless moment even for those who are burying him.  There must be something which differentiates a Gadaffi from a Steve Jobs (apart from their professions)?

Every other ‘Personality Development’ workshop, ‘Pre-placement talk’, ‘Communication Skills’ class, etc. have 10 slides on being a leader that are crafted, presented, and rattofied by the rest of the ‘lower mortals’. I say ‘lower mortals’ because it seems as if we are having a dearth of the ‘thinking questioning reflecting’ homo sapien.  I wonder that how many of us actually attempt to understand ‘leadership’ before we rattle of  the qualities of a leader.

As educators, we keep relentlessly talking about ‘leadership’ and ‘leadership qualities’ to our students through the texts that we teach in the class or through the problems that we give them to solve.

Well here are some of my random thoughts regarding ‘who is a leader’. These are disjointed notes and often narrated in context of a certain book or text in the class.  These are purely random in nature and there is a disclaimer attached regarding their ‘empirical truths’ or that I have personally experienced any success from these aspects. These are only thought-moments in pen, discussed time and again during my sessions with students, open to be debates:

1. A leader is someone who ‘generates’ ideas and creates her/his own platform to execute those ideas. Precisely, leaders are people who think ‘laterally’ and who are not afraid of their own thoughts. We are talking about the ‘creme de la creme’ of the society not the managers who need people management skills rather than leadership virtues. Leaders as per my perception goes are those who ‘design their destiny’ in tandem with the world’s destiny.

2. A leader thinks with the society as well as is beyond the society. Multi-tasking for the society maybe one attribute, but not the entire profile. It is better to do three things well, rather than goof-up five things while trying to multi-task. They can be individualistic in their working styles  (Steve Jobs for example) or might-be great team players (Sergey Brin, Larry Page). Famous painters like Monet or Van Gogh who were essentially individualistic in their life and styles, but their requirement of individualism comes from the demand of the profession they are in.

3. A leader is someone who has a set of ideals, values, and principles that are “basically” (not ‘necessarily’) constructively designed and goes beyond ones personal benefit. These values or ideals do not necessarily ‘abide’ by the demands of the society. Raja Ram Mohun Roy or Vivekananda for instance were not abiding by what the world desired from them. Yet, there was ‘something’ fundamentally constructive in their thoughts.

4. Trust is the keyword for any relationship — personal or professional.  Until you trust people and people learn to trust you back, you will be only abiding by rules and following orders. People say that our trust has been broken, that we face difficulties trusting, etc. However,  I feel until you learn to trust yourself you can’t trust others. If there is one person who breaks your trust there will be ten others who will keep that trust if you have trusted in the ‘right spirit’. At the top institutes of the world, while there is an excessive learning fascination, trust is the major thing that is lacking.

5. A leader is a continuous ‘learner’. People, situations, real-time problems, even as simple as a car break-down  teaches to work-out your own unique set of solutions. Some of the greatest automobile designers of the world, like Giorgetto Giugiaro, the designer of the Ferrari 250 have been influenced by real-time problems  of space, speed, design, accommodation, convenience, etc. If I take an example from literature, Shakespeare is considered to be one of the greatest ‘learners’ of the world. He entered the scenario of English drama coming from a humble grammar school background, when the ruling dramatists of the age including Marlow, Thomas Kyd, Nash, etc were from the ‘University’  (University Wits group). Shakespeare ‘learnt’ continuously by observing and then he reworked+adapted the dramas such that they would suit the taste of the ‘common (hu) man’ for the centuries to come.

6. Leaders are the greatest risk-takers of the world. They take risks with their career, their achievements, their desires,as well as their selves.

7. These are people who learn to ‘live’ with stress rather than ‘coping’ with stress. Stress-factor is a common element in their lives, but their lives are also designed to be ‘re-designed’ as per the requirements of the time. I have observed some of the closest people in my circle leading a particular professional field because they have learnt to take stress and mold it into a strength. I have observed one of my mentors, his life is full of the stress that comes with being in an institute of high-repute. However, he has found his way by letting go through music. In addition to being a leading Professor, he spends maximum of his spare time practicing and teaching Hindustani Classical music and writing on music.

8. This is my invention of ‘leadership’. Somehow, I have an intuitive feeling that leaders are not only deadline keepers, they are aware of the necessity of slowing down and then picking up the pace. Present day technological studies are known to be deadline keepers, but the necessity of also understanding the need for ‘slowing down’ in the right place at the right time is as fundamentally  essential. It is not about ‘time management’ but about ‘time strategizing’

Ultimately, leadership is about being “aware” of yourself and of the “world around you” and of being “honest” with your individual traits. Whether you are the ‘leader’ of a family, an institution, a country, or the world, what makes you unique is — YOU! :)

Why am I suddenly turning Iris into a gyan-giving platform? Well, I was just sanitizing my class notes. You might find this article “just another” self-motivation subject. Yet, I nurse a deeper and more sinister ambition. Perhaps, Prof. Rajeev Motwani would have empathized with it — had he been alive (will not clarify it to you ;) ).

(This post is dedicated to some of the great thinkers of our times including Steve Jobs and Rajeev Motwani)

Shefali…

As eyes mist over the remnants of the past,

Lids drooping through the clearings of the rain-washed skies,

As I hum aimlessly the songs of my soul

Waiting for a rare tear drop to melt and to dry

As I dream of the first droplets of Shefali

Flooding my verandah, stuffing my doors,

Question my self — is it time to get back ‘home’?

 

As the fragrance of the white Velvet soothes the sense,

Filling the heart with a longing for someone dear

As the moments of  the languishing year,

Begin to close and start to get dense,

As I watch the droplets of Shefali

Drying in the pages of my old diary,

Sense the passage of moments and feel the echoes of time.

 

As I witness the flowers weeping down the boughs of the morning

With a vague promise of the coming of a starry-eyed evening

As the chapters of  life twists and turn

A faint wish stealthily lives where I wish that hope returns

As I touch the droplets of Shefali

Tingling my fingers and filling my world…

I know the time of Your coming is close at hand….

(P.N.: For those readers who are not acquainted with the term ‘Shefali’ — it’s a particular kind of tiny star-shaped white flower found in Eastern India. October-November is typically the time when these flowers fill the night-sky. They have an amazingly soft and delightful fragrance.  There is a philosophical dimension to these flowers, because they only bloom in the night, and fall off the boughs the next morning — as if reflecting a slice of life itself.  These flowers are known by several names like “Ganga Siuli” , “Jhara Sephali” in Odisha and “Siuli” in Bengal, “Shefali” in Bangladesh)

Monsoon

Through the seams of the cloud-laden skies

Blurring visions and dampening sights

A new monsoon comes

Softening the vacuum of  life and time.

 

The fragrance of the  freshly-ruptured greens

Melting the blinding dust down the leafy screens,

A new monsoon comes

As the soul searches for its lost reasons and lose rhymes.

 

Through the hums of beaten cassette-recorder melodies

Tired eyes feeling the heat of a cup of ginger tea

A new monsoon comes

Igniting passion when thunder plays the mime.

 

Through the smell of old novels in tattered book-cases

Struggling to be heard through the rattle of the computer’s key-board

A new monsoon comes

Soothing the soul when it regrets time.

 

Lashing through nights on the tin roof of neon-lit homes

Misting glass windows and misting eyes

A new monsoon comes

Mixing desires and dreams as the rain drops tinkle and chime.

Not Our Times… :(

Does this happen to you too?

We went watching “Jaane tu ya Jaane na”… the new movie released a few weeks back. Some thirty minutes after the movie began, I turned to look at Hemant’s face — it had grown pale and distant. “What happened? Not feeling well? Don’t like this movie? Let’s go back” – I bombarded him with questions concernedly. He nodded and said; “no I am well! completely well! I am just thinking” …”Thinking what?” I bombarded back…”No I am thinking that we are growing old…The movie shows that it’s no more my time. I want Madhuri Dixit dancing, Shahrukh Khan or Govinda or Amirkhan, not finding any one whom I know, …this is not our time”. He looked really-really sad and lost. Not that we didn’t enjoy the movie…we loved that. But, it made us increasingly uneasy about our existence in the scheme of nature’s ageing factor and the new social fad of one generation gap no more in ten or twelve years, rather in 4-5 years.

There were certain things in the movie that made us uncomfortable a little bit: (a) each young boy has to have a young girl as “girl-friend”/ “girlfriend” ; (b) everyone has to have a mobile phone in the group (funny? but true) and (c) how handsome/beautiful your companion is (the character rotlu is no match for the beautiful heroine Aditi even though he is the sweetest)? and so on …

Back in my hostel room, one whole night we sat gossiping about the life of film stars — as if we were just their family members. Pragyan suddenly said — “seeing Amir Khan now makes me nostalgic — I crave for our times– I saw him in Akele Hum Akele Tum or in Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikandar or in Rang de Basanti and it made me feel so connected and so very part of the movie”… for her not only Amir was growing ol’ but also reminded her of the little fantasies she had for the characters on the screen…she couldn’t explain more than that… there was no need for explaining more, since I too felt the same…not our times! We were quiet for a few moments before the next piece of gossip began.

But why? Why don’t we feel connected to the things shown in silver screen now? We ARE NOT THAT OLD :) … I mean seriously, not trying to hide my age ;) , but then why is there this gap between the visual experience and personal experience for some of us? Was hardly seven or eight years when QSQT was released, was in my 10th when DDLJ was released, but why do we identify more with those movies than with a movie of 2000s when we actually grew up to adulthood and understood the meaning of relationships? QSQT or Maine Pyar Kiya for that matter still flairs my imagination and fills me with nostalgia.

I mean it’s not about movies only…art also reflects human life and thinking to a certain extent. Have been thinking about it for sometime now…There is something strange and new about this generation — kids are completely independent (they have to own their personal mobile phones, bikes, gizmos) , parents are no more than silent witnesses to the drama of their children’s’ lives, complex inter-personal relationships in friend circles and many-many more new “occurrences” which are hard to be explained in words.

Last January I was in Bhubaneshwar, stayed there for a longer duration than usually do. What I saw in the city was appalling — the so called new generation comprised school kids who carry high-end mobile phones, wear “interesting new designer pieces” (caught this phrase in a discussion between two teenagers) and spend their time window shopping in the new mushrooming malls. What was a little upsetting was the time that these kids spent sitting in the malls — one day I observed a group of five sitting outside the Big Bazar complex, in the lobby area for more than six hours! We had come shopping for a wedding and had found this group sitting there from around 2′ o clock in the afternoon and they were still there when we left at 8′.15 in the evening. None of the group members as I could make out was beyond 15-17years and each of them had bikes which they sometimes took out to get the female members of the group to their adda (that’s what they were referring to the place). I was shocked to see the amount of time that they wasted admiring the neon-lit corners of these malls and the amount of money that must have gone into the dressing up of each of these kids.

But not just kids, I recently heard that an acquaintance who is around 38 years of age was getting married to a nineteen year female, daughter of a very rich shop owner. Why? Because he has friends who own large cars and land cruisers. This group went out lady-hunting in these cars; impressed younger rich-only-daughters spoilt by parents; took them out to discotheques, Icecream parlours, long drives — and finally short bedroom drives. Some of these lead to marriages and some don’t — but who cares! It reminded me of the movie Jane tu… where the group of friends use the same tactics to meet “new interesting people”. “Life is there to enjoy”, was told by that acquaintance himself…. I still am not clear about the new-emerging definitions of enjoyment.

So what was “Our times” ? I mean how do we define our times? Am sure each of us has a separate definition of “our times” — but to me our times meant the times when we didn’t have the conception of a necessity to have at least one “BF” or “GF” (short for Boyfriend/ Girlfriend) — and when the group meant “friends” and only “friends” irrespective of their sexual or financial status. It also referred to a time when relationships were a strictly private affair — the story revolved around “ONE” girl and “ONE” boy or at best a “LOVE TRIANGLE”. But what one gets to see both in movies and in reality these days are not just one or two or three people, but a “LOVE HEXAGON/LOVE PENTAGON/ LOVE QUADRANGLE/OPEN RELATIONSHIPS” and so on.

The younger generation is a mobile phone addicted generation — they just can’t live without their phones. And not just any phone, their choices are highly competitive while the companies are always ready to cater to the changing demands. For us, there was not only a fear of parents but a fear of teachers, relatives and neighbors too. I remember when we used to go out to the nearest market in Bhubaneshwar to shop in my MPhil days, the news used to reach my parents, staying 180 kms away in no time. We were slightly deviant from our generation by choosing to study and remain single, whereas most of my friends got married just after their graduation or engineering — either to boys of their own choice or to people whom their parents chose. For us, watching the silver screen with Madhuri Dixit dancing, or Amir/Shahrukh/Salman romancing, was a kind of “wish-fulfillment” for things which we could imagine. But now the movies show things which people would say : “arre yaar bilkul apne life ki carbon copy hai! They have stolen from our lives to make this movie”.

Well, I am not blaming the past, the present or the future! We are also to be blamed for not being able to cope-up with the changes which are so rapid that it takes a wink to register one epochal movement. We are slow and therefore feel uneasy in the heat of movement. The “Great Indian Middle Class” is in the midst of these whirlpool of transitions and that which we had earlier thought as the priviledge of the upper classes has slowly penetrated the middle class lives. Some of it is good no doubt, but maybe some of the changes are so overpowering that the balance is topsy-turveyed.

You can see these generation gaps blatantly in IITs between B.Techs, M.Techs and PhDs. Recently something funny happened with a female friend doing PhD who went to a party dominated mostly by B.Techs. One of the B.Tech guys who was a little tipsy came up to her and told her on her face: “aunty you are really very nice. Friends! aunty acchi hain…I like you maam.” :) Poor girl she was completely embarassed and rushed out of the party with tears. That’s how it is sometimes…

There are many-many such instances where one sees mind boggling gaps in thinking. It’s not always funny and neither always grim. There must be a new crop of researchers/psychologists who should be documenting this fast track change in our society.

But for the time being keep your fingers crossed for “more” … all that can be said is “not our times”… It’s 2 am and I listen to Bob Dylan’s fantastic number “The Times They Are Changing’” where he prophesized in 1960′s the changing times :

…Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’…

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

:)