Sunday, July 29, 2007

Maverick

When Ricardo Semler inheritted his father's company, Semco, the employees expected a dyed-in-the-wool Semler Senior clone who navigated his ship with absolute authority and control. Ricardo Semler turned every rule in the book on its head and finally threw out the rule book tself to make Brazil's Semco the world's most "unusual workplace" which has a 2000-long recruitment waiting list.

Semler's overhaul hinged on workplace democracy, a concept that is ad-libbed by most big organizations but is little more than hot air. In most immature companies, workplace democracy functions pretty much like Indian democracy: I'm the boss so regardless of how stupid I am in my head, you will do what I say. You're free to disagree but that's where your freedom ends. I give you the right to disagree and reserve the right to ignore you.
Semler started by talking to his employees and listening to them - really listening to them, forgetting for a moment that he is the boss - and then taking every single critical decision that he had to make, to a democratic vote by his employees. He trusted that his workers knew more than him because they actually worked. He also knew that for employees to trust him, HE had to trust THEM first. Building trust slowly, distributing decision making democratically, practising absolute transparency in every single department, and finally literally throwing away the verbose company manuals that dictate an employee's every breathing moment within company premises, Semler built an organization from which he could ultimately fire himself: He had so completely delegated decision making that most of his employees were jacks and masters of all trades having worked in many different Semco departments.

He never pretends the journey was easy. People mocked his vision, many were scared to empower their subordinates, some of his managers told him that the employees were not mature enough for such an experiment. Needeless to say, there were plenty of nay-sayers. Some ideas weren't as successful as he'd hoped but Semler tried them all; he jettisoned unsuitable baggage and hauled aboard those that could withstand the long haul. Ricardo Semler converted those he could; those he couldn't, he let them go and they ultimately found organizations that were more suited to their style of functioning in which they thrived.

Semler believes that true capitalism is true democracy. He is aware that workers are a company's biggest and almost only asset and every bit of profit the company makes belongs completely to the people who toil for it. Semco's profit sharing plan is devised by the employees - they decide who gets how much; employees set their own targets, their own bonuses, their own salaries and even have a say in choosing their bosses! Semco's books are completely open (and they don't have too many of them) and to show how serious Semler is about transparency, he has ensured that every single Semco employee down to the janitor knows how to read a balance sheet. Shunning cabins, hangers-on, ego massages, and other frills, Semler has ensured that he and his managers never lose touch with the people who make Semco what it is.

Semler realized early into his transformation exercise that managers typically dislike sharing information with the employees. This is true of most organizations. Supervisors feel their powers will somehow diminish if their subordinates know as much as they do. Semler's greatest challenge was to address this sense of insecurity among his managers. He did whatever was necessary to address the issue - talking to stubborn managers, convincing them to experiment with his ideas before rejecting them outright, converting some, hiring new thinkers, and throwing out those who didn't fit in.

The result is Semco, Brazil's most sought-after company by job seekers. Can there be a better tribute to an organization? Organizations must have the will and the vision to decide what their culture is going to be regardless of their size. Whether it has 10 employees or 10,000, the organization's culture cannot and should not change. For this to happen, employees must be involved and the only way to involve them is to simply involve them.

Semler says throughout his book how easy it is for big organizations to make a killing at the cost of their employees' health and happiness. These organizations typically follow a top-down heirarchy that always runs parallel to each other and never seems to meet at any point. They are inhabitted by people with different goals, different ideas, different interests. While this is desirable, Semler says it is absolutely imperative for everyone to be aligned at some point for the organization to grow in a healthy way. Unlike companies that obssess with all the trappings of democracy but never follow any real democracy though they constantly preach it, Semco walks the talk. Their idea of democracy is not limited to allowing employees to call their bosses by their first names and keeping their cabin doors open but discouraging anyone from walking through the doors by isolating themselves in their beloved cabins.

Organizations may argue that it is impossible to sustain Ricardo Semler's concept of worker empowerment as the organization grows. Semler has demonstrated that when it comes to using common sense and being a good employer, size doesn't really matter.

Ricardo Semler's "Maverick" is a must-read for all company bosses who are serious about workplace democracy.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

When God Winks

In "When God Winks," SQuire Rushnell talks about the "power of coincidence" that "guides your life." Having "interviewed scores of people and researched hundreds of coincidence stories in hopes that a new perspective on such synchronistic events would help others enrich their own lives," Rushnell is convinced beyond doubt that through the course of all our lives, God winks at us a million times - a God wink is what we call a "coincidence."

Rushnell's introductory chapter in "When God Winks" ends with a section titled "My promise to you"
"First, you are under the influence of a cosmic guidance system, and every day you receive little nudges to keep you on your chosen path.
Second, tracking the coincidences in your past will create an astonishingly lucid account of your life, while providing clarity to the grand possibilities on the road ahead.
Third, you can learn to harness the power of coincidences to enrich your future and to strengthen your inner convictions that the life path you've chosen is indeed the right path for you.
Lastly, you'll see that coincidences happen for a reason, and that's to let you know one thing: You are not alone."

Over the course of the book, Rushnell relates numerous career coincidences, relationship coincidences, spiritual winks, Holocaust survivors' tales, lost and re-united stories that happened because of an amazing series of God winks, "the winks of dates," "the winks of numbers," nick-of-time winks, even "cosmic humour"! Rushnell has recorded a treasure of serendepities that God generously sprinkles on our paths in our life journey, most of which we even fail to notice. Rushnell tells his readers: "As you embark on this marvelous process of discovering the winks in your life, I ask you to keep your mind open to possibilities you have never imagined and to be prepared to take action steps toward goals and dreams that may now seem distant."

Do that and read "When God Winks" by SQuire Rushnell. If nothing else, it's comforting to know God has a sense of humour!

"What we think we become."

Humanity's greatest thinkers have saluted the power of the mind. The Buddha said "“All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become.” All through mankind's history, philosphers, statesmen, even scientists have told us that the most powerful instrument available to human beings is their minds. It's scope is quite literally limitless. We don't need to look far to know this truth. We're surrounded by greatness and excellence - the man who first landed on the moon, the billionaire's empire built from scratch, demi-God sportpersons, inventors, those who achieved excellence in art - they're all people like you and me. They just stretched a little longer. ""What we think determines what happens to us, so if we want to change our lives, we need to stretch our minds," says Wayne Dyer a "life coach" and motivational speaker. What keeps us from achieving our own greatness is our zombie-like everyday motions of existence which we have to come to believe and accept as our life. We exist in suspended animation, and one day--too soon--it's time to go home. We're scared of our dreams because we don't believe we can achieve them, so we clutter our mind with frivolous trivialities, argue for our limitations, nuture them carefully, and go from one failure to the next with a stoic stupidity that would be laughable if it weren't so tragic. We draw negativity to ourselves because we refuse to believe that good things can happen to us. If you constantly tell the Universe that you are its greatest liability, the Universe will agree; but if you free your mind completely of your self-perceived limitations, if you refuse to accept your own negativity and the negativity of others around you, if you constantly believe in your dream and work towards achieving it, if you just never ever give up, the Universe will respond to you in astonishing ways. Think about it! Nothing, absolutely nothing, is impossible to you! There's no obstacle that doesn't hide a piece of the sun behind it, there's no failure without a lesson that you need to learn, and there really is no human weakness--not one--that you cannot quash if it stands in the path to your dreams. "Your mind is an instrument, a tool. It is there to be used for a specific task, and when the task is completed, you lay it down. As it is, I would say about 80 to 90 percent of most people's thinking is not only repetitive and useless, but because of its dysfunctional and often negative nature, much of it is also harmful. Observe your mind and you will find this to be true. It causes a serious leakage of vital energy," says Eckhart Tolle, best-selling author of "The Power of Now." Believe it! NOTHING IS BEYOND YOU. Believe it completely. Drench your subconscious with this thought. Dare to dream your wildest dream and watch the Universe open its doors for you. But even for the Universe to do that, you have to be ready and you have to know when to walk through the door when it opens for you.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

That 70's Show

When she was yanked out of obscurity and nominated as the UPA's presidential candidate, no one was more surprised than Pratibha Patil herself. Take a look:

Millions of Indians wrote in to newspapers, journals, magazines, blogs demanding a second term for Dr. Kalam, India's most popular President. Some went on air with their appeal. We were simply ignored. Democracy in India means giving us our right to express our opinions while reserving the right to ignore them completely; decision-making lies in the hands of the IMFH (Indian-made foreign husky).

A jellyfish will have more spine than our "Honourable" Prime Minister. With his watery face and bleating vocals, Manmohan Sing (does he need the 'h'?) has ensured that we will never be taken seriously in any international political forum even if we're now recognized as an emerging Asian economic power.
What we needed to complete the picture, of course, was a controversy-ridden, half dead, one-foot-in-the-grave, the-other-in-mouth fossil whom our unfortunate defence heads have to salute. Look at her again, ladies and gentlemen. Doesn't it make you swell with patriotic pride at our Commander-in-Chief! Then again, our defence minister is a dhothi-clad 5-foot nothing. There must be some karmic justice in all this somewhere. You just have to find it.

Friday, June 15, 2007

ABHOSTTBBLO continues...

Multi-tasking - A euphemism that means an inborn or acquired talent to ruin as many tasks as possible simultaneously. A multi-tasker is someone who can talk on the phone while cooking, watching the baby, and working on the computer. Obviously this someone is a woman who has the ability to watch milk boil over very calmly as she--again very calmly--tries to prevent her baby from eating a knife while her PC quietly self-destructs in a corner and her significant other watches WWF in a semi-conscious state. A man’s idea of multi-tasking is watching TV AND eating potato chips.

Indian National Congress - The Grand Old Party of Indian politics, INC Inc., is now a privately owned enterprise run by an IMFH (Indian made foreign husky). An organization of living debilitated fossils with virtually all of its young leaders 6 feet under, the defining character of INC Inc., is dementia.

Bollywood - A 5000-old Sanskrit term from India’s rich cultural heritage that means ‘dance,’ Bollywood is the name of the biggest movie-making industry in the world – the Hindi movie industry. It is also the only movie industry in the world where 5782 directors have used the same script to make 10,865 films with 50,847 songs, 50,847 dances in 3498 locations with 85,432 costumes. This script was written in 362 B.C. by a man who wore bearskin, had long straggly hair, and regularly clubbed women to death.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

"Falls alarms, do not picnic"

The shrieking fire alarm made me jump out of my skin. RRRRUUUNNNN, RRRRUUUNNNNN, RRRRRUUUUUNNNN, it screeched urgently. Around me, people stared intently at their computers, chewed gum, chatted, laughed – they were oblivious to the fire alarm. I’ve always been intrigued by this: if they were caught in an unexpected downpour, the same people who now sat through the fire alarm chewing gum, would run out of the rain like they were heading for a bomb shelter. We treat a silly shower like an air raid siren and a fire alarm like a coffee break bell! We’d rather be burnt toast than be wet!! Had anyone ever heard of "priorities"!?! Did they expect the fire to walk up to their workstations, tap them on their shoulders and say "Hello! Shall we sizzle on the dance floor?"!?!?!? Had everybody gone MAD!?!?!?! (Did anyone notice the gradual upward rise in punctuations??????!!!!!?????)
As I worked myself up into a righteous fury, a message flashed across our screens: “Falls alarms, do not picnic.”
Then, a few seconds later: “FALSE ALARM, do not picnic.”
Well, well….and then: “Sorry, PANIC.”
“Panic, people, panic!” I yelled and bolted like a bat out of hell screaming “Fire!! Fire!! Run!! Run!!”

It was only after I had clattered down a full flight of stairs at supersonic speed that I realized
a) No one else had picnicked…or panicked…or whatever.
b) There was no fire alarm blaring.
c) My left hand was attached to someone’s right.
I turned and met a pair of icy eyes. “Whoa!” I yelped and staggered backwards, “Who are you?”
“My sentiments exactly,” the owner of the hand replied frostily. “Thank you for saving my life. Now, if you don’t mind….” she yanked her hand out of mine and turned on her heel and stomped out.
“You’re welcome,” I croaked.
I tried to slither back in unnoticed--I crouched and duck-walked but someone spotted me and called, “Welcome back!!” and I got a standing ovation. Where is that damn earthquake when I need it...!


MORAL OF STORY: 30 minutes a day 4 times a week, practise duck-walking.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Champagne anyone?

A workaholic, unabashedly right-wing and dubbed "nakedly ambitious" by the media, with an intriguing mix of Hungarian-Greek-Jewish blood. Five years ago, Nicolas Sarkozy would've got nothing more than a sniff and a raised French eyebrow. Even 2 years ago, when France voted an emphatic 'non' to the EU constitution, it's unlikely France would've been kind to Nicolas Sarkozy. Not today. In the frenzied debates over the now-on-holiday President elect's next move, what has perhaps excited the EU most about Sarkozy's election is the French electorate itself. It's a remarkable transformation - for a people who are used to demanding cake from the government when they can't earn their own bread. Almost alarmingly leftist with their comically funny 35-hour-week, France's stagnant economy has dulled EU's promising challenge to a growing U.S. and Indo-China economies.

In a world of muted tones, chic tastes, self-deprecating modesty, and fierce national sentiment, Nicolas Sarkozy's amazing run to top slot in a referendum that saw historic voter turnout has raised more than just France's eyebrows. Sarkozy typically doesn't possess any of these above qualities except of course French pride. Clearly France is ready for change and the French think Sarkozy is the man to turn it around for them. In his campaign, Sarkozy has unhesitatingly admitted that he intends to crack the whip where it needs cracking. He wants to send France to work. He wants the French to shape up or ship out. That couldn't have gone down too well with France's notorious labour unions. For a country that proudly wears its "socialist" tag on its sleeve while struggling with double-digit unemployment rates, is in a perpetual love-hate battle with its immigrants and frowns on raw ambition, Sarkozy's win reflects perhaps not just the yearning for a change but also France's turmoil as it tries to find its place in a world that's not so familiar anymore. Sarkozy's challenges will be very difficult to navigate and very closely watched by the EU.

Listening to Sarkozy's acceptance speech, you would think the whole world voted for his presidency. In an inspiring speech where he promised to be the President of "all the French" Sarkozy urged his countrymen to help him build an economy with greater free trade and cooperation with France's friends and neighbours that would help cement France's importance in the EU. Along with Germany and Britain, France is the most powerful member of the EU both economically and politically. Sarkozy has been largely inward-looking throughout his campaign. He has enough problems at home to worry too much about foreign policy but in his acceptance speech, he reached out tentatively to the outside world. Even then, his message was typically French: You can be my friend, but don't tell me what to do. Knowing what we do about Sarkozy, it's unlikely that his Jewish ancestry will in any way affect France's foreign policy toward the Middle-East - traditionally, France has treated all conflict everywhere with the same hands-off, bored diplomacy: We want peace and we want everyone to be happy. But that's not enough or even possible anymore even if most European countries now feel cushioned inside the Union and reluctant to follow any sort of aggressive foreign policy. Increasingly, every nation has been drawn into events like the Iraq war and climate change that have forced countries to have more than just an opinion about an issue.

Sarkozy, largely believed within France to be America's friend, was quick to emphasize in his speech that friends can and should have the right to differ in thought. Never a supporter of the Iraq war, Sarkozy called on America to take the lead in reversing global warming trends. His message was unmistakable - that the U.S. can no longer act exclusively in matters that concern itself and the rest of the world. Sarkozy was a lot more graceful in vitory to Segolene Royal than she was to him in defeat, but that's always been easier - the victor's grace.

Many leadership changes across the globe over the years have been termed 'exciting' but never has it been more true than with Nicolas Sarkozy's victory, making him France's first President born after World War II. For France, the EU, and indeed for the rest of the world, the Sarkozy presidency will be an exciting show to watch.

Monday, April 23, 2007

ABHOSTTBBLO continues...

Cell phones - mobile devices with which you can take pictures, listen to music, record events, send messages, play games, check your email, calculate sums, and watch a cricket match (if you're still interested). You can also make calls.

China - an Asian country that's so big, it's everybody's neighbour and nobody's friend. Having gotten a foot in the door of the world's economy, the Chinese are now in the active process of breaking down the door. From closet capitalists to closet socialists to plain in your closet, 'Made in China' is now a somebody-stop-me label on a 'the world is not enough' tour.

Cuba - a Caribbean Jerry that is a perpetual thorn in Uncle Tom's flesh. America's 4-decade embargo on Cuba makes U.S. trade with the island illegal. It's illegal for U.S. citizens to vist the island and for U.S. individuals or companies to do business there. In short, it's illegal for America or Americans to do anything with or in Cuba except run Guantanomo Bay. America's stated objective for the embargo is to bring (surprise, surprise) democracy to Cuba which (surprise, surprise, surprise) it has failed to do. Recently, large oil reserves have been found in North Cuba, now Tom suddenly wants to be Jerry's friend.

Venezuela - Cuba's new-found oil-rich friend that supplies around 80,000 barrels of oil a day to Cuba which has helped make the embargo look like a long-running boring Hollywood flick that no one is watching. Venezuela has given the world many beauty queens and is a country where people keep chasing one another around the office block to become head of state. Venezuela's President Hugo Chavez has grabbed countless hours of air time calling President Bush colourful names including "the devil" in a speech at the UN General Assembly which was met with "wild applause" in the Assembly and severe condemnation in the U.S.

Rediffmail - an email service whose users belong to a large, happy, close-knit spamily where everyone is on first (and only) name basis. Rediffmail users can live their entire life within its inbox where they can shop, get a degree, go abroad, buy tickets, buy books, sell auto parts and body parts, buy movies, music, houses, insurance, hire, get hired, make friends, become a star, get married - all at bargain rates in limited offers.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

A Brief History of Some Things that Bill Bryson left out

Volume 1 in an unknown-number series of a dictionary cum atlas cum encyclopedia

Summer - Long ago, summer was one of 4 seasons - the other 3 being winter, monsoon, and spring. Over the years, they all merged and became one season called Famine. But people the world over, didn't want a season called Famine - which is a combination of 'fashion' and 'feminine.' A few wars later, Afghansistan which was the only country that wanted the season to be called 'Famine,' gave up its demand after incessant bombings caused the country's first floods that had a free run in the territory simply because there was nothing and no one left standing to stop it and it was agreed unanimously to call this season Summer. There are varying degrees of Summer:
Mild Summer
Please-wring-my-blouse-again Summer
Have-you-caught-fire-yet? Summer and
Do-not-disturb, I'm-in-coma Summer

Bangalore - Not too long ago, Bangalore was India's prettiest city with an abundance of lakes, fountains, gardens, and a lovely climate. It changed all too quickly. Now, despite signboards at entry points being repainted "NOT Welcome to Bangalore" people continue to pour into this little city making it the world's largest open public toilet where everyone is driving around trying to park their cars, where there are more globs of spit than there are people, and where walking its streets is recommended only for contact sports fans.

Singapore - a squeaky clean city-state where long jump is banned in schools - the kids might fall into the sea or into Malaysia which just might be the third World War trigger. Singapore is apparently the most "business-friendly economy" in the world - it should be - Singapore's national passtime/national sport is shopping.

Japan - a work in progress quite literally with a population of extremely hard working people who never leave their assembly lines even when the earth shakes them up which it does every 5 minutes; they just smile, bow, and slow down. Tokyo, the capital of Japan, is the world's costliest city and built to survive any sort of earthquake - there's no place for people or buildings to fall.

Iran - a spunky little country where the star-spangled banner is the chief combustible material. It also produces oil and can toss a bomb quite far. When Iran recently released 15 British Navy personnel from custody for reasons unknown (of custody, not release), oil prices nose-dived indicating its power and clout in the world economy.

Iraq - Iran's neighbour and friend turned foe turned friend turned foe turned...also mighty spunky. The only country in the world where there are more human bombs than human beings which has left everyone (except America) wondering what OTHER weapons of mass destruction George Bush is looking for. Some people believe he's searching for Dick Cheney.

United States of America - the friendly neighbourhood rogue elephant that won't get out of your backyard, the USA's chief hobby is to create, protect, and destroy its own creations. A largely bored, ADHD-suffering population with a collective attention span of 2 seconds, America loves democracy but can't spell it, wants all the world's oil but won't pay for it, and is burning up the ozone faster than it's burning up Iraq but--like with Iraq--refuses to fix it. America also makes people rich and forgives them for some time for being rich because of it. The original master of hype, America is the only country in the world with its own tagline: "Coming soon to a theater near you!"

Monday, March 19, 2007

I Have a Dream

It was one of those days that hurtle from one Oh-my-God-disaster to the next and makes you want to crawl back into bed and sit out the sunset. On my 287th oh-my-God, a voice boomed: "Yes? You called?"
I spun around. "I'm God. What's your problem?" the voice asked.
"You," I said unhesitatingly as I crouched and looked under my cot, "you're the problem."
"Get up...what did I do?" the voice asked.
"What did You do!?! The world is upside down in case You haven't noticed. Don't You see the mess? What DIDN'T You do!" I checked under the chair, behind the doors, under the bed cover...
"That's MY problem. What's YOUR problem?"
"Everything. I don't know what I'm doing with my life. I don't know what I want but it's definitely not this. I don't like this day. Nothing ever seems to go right. I feel homicidal."
"Okay. If I let you kill one person and get away with it, who would you want to kill that will help your days get better?"
I was shocked! "Only one!?!?" I said disbelieving.
"You're quite ambitious aren't you for someone who doesn't know what's going on?"
"If you're really God, I have some questions for you."
"Shoot."
"Do You answer everyone who says "Oh God!"? Why didn't You show up all these days? Did You really create George Bush? Why don't You stop people killing each other in Your name? Why do floods happen? And earthquakes, and tornadoes, and epidemics? Why do children die? Why was I born? What is the...."
"Whoa..whoa...will you stop already!" the voice boomed, "so this is all MY fault now?"
"Well, You should at least own moral responsibility and resign!"
"And then what? You'll take my place?"
"Hmmm...now, there's an original thought! I'm sure I'll do much better than Your current rep on earth, George Bush."
"Just for the record...someone--I don't know who--created George Bush when I logged out for a bathroom break."
"Just what I needed--a God who's a joker."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing really, but I hope you don't think this is funny?"
"Well, isn't it? By "this," I'm assuming you either mean the state of the world or George Bush...both are living proof that I have a sense of humour."
"We don't like your jokes, and by "we" I mean the rest of the world."
"Go to hell."
"My God! You're GOD!! How can You talk like that? Besides, I'm already there."
"You're very ungrateful..."
"Oh, c'mon," I waved my hand dimissively, "don't tell me you're going to lecture me about all the beauty you've created that we're destroying...about your rainbows, your forests, the Artic, and the butterfly...it's hard enough to read it in my mailbox every day...there's even a mail where you talk to your "son" (like you're talking to me now)," I giggled, "you tell your son 'always remember I love you, and I'm always there for you,' or words to that effect." I giggled some more.
"And you find THAT funny?"
"Who's that guy who said 'If you talk to God, you're praying. If God talks to you, you're schizophrenic'?"
"A schizophrenic."
"I can't believe I'm having this conversation! How do I know You're God at all? You're probably some nutcase who's hiding very well somewhere and being a smart ass."
"Same thing."
"Ok, I'm not going to engage in this witless banter with a voice. Just give me a readymade solution that I can implement right here, right now."
"Chuck your job and get a life. Travel, meet people, write poetry, learn to sing, play the piano, paint...in short, take that mail seriously."
"Somebody, help!" I screamed, "Dunk me in cold water! This can't be real!"
Immediately, an avalanche of ice cold water hit me and knocked the wind out of me. I shot up in bed, drenched and speechless.
My 5- and 3-year-old nephews stood there holding an empty dipper and their sides, laughing like only kids can.