Monday, September 28, 2009

7 Ps of power – Proximity wins the day or “Eagle in the Snake’s shadow”

"I can't but agree with what you are saying", said NPE, "still I cannot shake off the belief that performance is as important as the other variables in your equation" in a meek tone.

It was with a great effort that the accountant resisted the strong urge to bring down the glass hard on the flat pate of the mutterer of such bilge. For not only is he a sworn pacifist but also a supreme visionary – at least to the extent of seeing who the bill footer is in an hour's time from now.

"It is never easy to accept the obvious. But wisdom will eventually dawn and one sees things for what they are. Let me…" the words were drowned in the din that rose from a far corner in the room. After a 2 minute interval in which all the faces in the bar turned to the corner; the conversation at the table resumed; once again to be interrupted when the bearer came with repeats.

"What was it all about?" inquired the accountant.

"Nothing much sir, just a misunderstanding that arose because of the mismatch in demand and supply. The gentleman over there asked for Cobra beer, which we at the moment do not have. One thing led to another but before it could worsen; the sensible gentleman there saw it fit to settle for the Golden Eagle, of which we have enough stock, upon the arrival of our competent bouncer on the scene."

"What a coincidence! Those were the principle characters in the next story I was about to tell you".

"The beers?"

"No bears. Just a soaring eagle and a slithering snake." "Which of these two, if they were competing colleagues in a corporate like ours, is better placed to win the race to the corner office?" posed the accountant.

NPE was quick to take it on the front foot "Eagle"

"Why?"

"Because he:

  • Is designed and destined to reach and roam freely those heights which others can only dream of doing on their own;
  • Has a sharp vision, to see things even from 30,000 feet up;
  • Can laser focus on a moving target and swoop down quickly to strike at will;
  • Leads a largely risk-free life; except those from force majeure, like an occasional lightning or thunder;
  • Has strength, speed, striking capabilities par excellence
  • Adorns the flags of many superpowers including gods"

Leaning back into his chair, the NPE stirred and sipped the contents of his glass, savoring the moment. He has laid it out well and was happy to get coherent and well constructed points across for the first time in the day.

The accountant smiled and asked his next question.

"Who does your mother feed eggs and milk to in temples on the fourth day after Diwali*"?

Stumped by the question, but nevertheless regaining his composure quickly, answered the NPE "Snake". With a sinking feeling that this might be another of those discussions which, eventually will end up with him being at the receiving end of the morals; he waited for the next one.

"Which of these two has more movies written after itself, sometimes even starring in the title role?"

"Sss…Oh, what's the point? Get to the story quickly" said a resigned NPE settling down to get another earful.

"It was not always the case, this subservience of eagles to snakes. In fact both these creatures started out as siblings, born out of the same father the great sage Kashyapa. Vinata and Kadruva, his two wives bore the eagle Garuda and the entire serpentine species respectively. Along the way, Kadruva the younger of the wives, using her wiliness (for where do you think the snakes got this trait) tricked Vinata over a minor point and turned her and her son into Kadruva's slaves.

It was the eagle Garuda who as you might imagine had a head start, in line with the first 5 points of your case for the eagle. He could carry hundreds of his step-brothers on his giant wings; playfully soar to the skies swoop down in a jiffy giving them, the snakes, one hell of a rollercoaster ride on earth. This continued from their early childhood till all of them entered manhood, when the age of innocence is melting away giving way to jealousy, competitiveness and a whole host of other manly traits.

One day, while at his playful best Garuda took his cousins right upto the sun, the searing heat of which burnt most of them and rendered the rest unconscious. Angry their mother Kadruva, invoked the slave clause, asked Garuda to bring back her sons to life by bringing Amruta (Ambrosia) from heaven, or else…

Eager to do the right thing and release self and mother from the shackles of slavery, Garuda nodded and in a moment reached the skies and landed in Amatravathi, the city of gods. Fighting the might of the gods residing in Amaravathi, taking the pot of Amruta; and heading back home was a moment's job for our great eagle friend. In spite of protestations by Indra, the king of gods, of the perils of making snakes invincible and immortal; Garuda exchanged it for his mother. Indra meanwhile using his slyness stole the Amruta before the snakes could have their fill. Scalded snakes and their mother were scorned and vowed to get back at the eagle at the very first opportunity, which didn't take long to come.

Vishnu, CMD of all gods, pleased by Garuda's performace offered him a post of his choice and perks that he willed, at his place.

Garuda the naïve soul, having his heart at the right place, asked for his brothers to be risen from ashes and also given key positions of their choice at Divinity Incorporated. The snakes, knowing that this is their chance to score one up on the eagle forever, using their foresight, decided on proximity as the key ingredient. Settling for what appeared to be mere ornamental posts, Adi Seshu, the first snake (eldest brother) offered himself as the celestial bed for Vishnu; Vasuki the second one, as a necklace for Siva, the destroyer.

Garuda, weighed options and chose to be the carrier of Vishnu; a position which best fits his capabilities and leverages his skill set. But alas, little did he realize that Vishnu takes different roles in different times and doesn't always necessarily take his vehicle everywhere and everytime. But whatever his daily deeds at night he needs a bed to rest and to Adi Seshu does he retire too. Siva meanwhile carries Vasuki everywhere he goes, for a man of minimal adornments and wants; this necklace is one thing that caught his fancy well.

As time progressed; the pre-eminence of Garuda decreased and he was reduced to a mere Executive Assistant; called in only on occasions -once a quarter or year; when Vishnu feels like having an outing (A mere ceremonial ritual these days in temples across the country).

The snakes, owing to their mere proximity and nothing more, have legions of devotees who petition them very often and appeasing them in all possible and befitting manner – putting them on pedestals; offering them milk n eggs; celebrating their birthdays with vim and vigor; taking them on as role-models….

The Eagle since that fateful day when he let his heart rule his head; is a mere shadow of his former capable self; living in the shadow of his slimy siblings"

Stirring contents of his glass, the accountant stirred something else too, with his words.

"Capabilities, skill sets; right fit; doing the right thing; continuous performance…all these are aspects you must appreciate. In others. And from a distance. It's proximity ultimately that you should pray for to get what you want"


 

* Festival of lights

 

Monday, September 21, 2009

7 Ps of Power: Positioning lessons from the life of a legendary eunuch

"You can learn a lot from the experiences of the eunuch", closing his eyes as if drawing from the rich and deep memory of a youth well spent, the accountant spoke.


"Tch, tch, I thought we were discussing about power and how to gain it and not prowess or the lack of it", red faced the NPE blurted.

It was the accountant's turn to blush. "You got me wrong. Much as I would like to expound on various themes that will be closer to many an office-hour net-surfers' heart, there is a time and place for everything." "I assumed you knew your mythology well. I was referring to Shikandi and what you could learn from her experience in terms of positioning and getting one's due in the name and fame department"

"I know about Shikandi, isn't she the one behind whom Arjuna hid and shot down Bhishma, the invincible grand old man of Mahabarata?" said the NPE.

"Not bad, you got it mostly right and therein lies the learning for the round"

"Which is?"

"All in good time and I will make it quickly this time around." Downing the amber colored brain stimulants and looking thoughtfully at the glass as its emptiness was expunged by the ever vigilant bearer; the accountant dispelling with his customary narrative; proceeded to make it snappier as promised.

"The story of Shikandi holds many interesting learnings for all the blokes feeling an explosive impotent rage within of not getting their due often. Inspite of being well endowed with all the qualities that make one a great asset in any situation or organization. One only feels used and is never amused."

"Like the young campus recruit. An Alumnus who made it or a regular in the corporate dossier walks in during the corporate swayamvara (aka placement week). A rosy picture is painted. The recruit is told that she would be responsible for the bright future of the Kuru-porate. She will be promised all the perks of a vibrant organization life and pre-eminence. And is lured away from other suit-ors."

"So was with Amba, who along with 2 other pretty sisters was raided by Bhishma during their swayamvar, for the sake of his brother. When she was bought to Vichitravirya, Bhisma's brother; Amba realised he was not her cup of tea and said so to Bhishma. But one's you have signed on the dotted line, there is no going back. Nor is any other suitor willing to take on Amba, for who knows how badly she was corrupted during her short stint. Thus unable to fit into the department she was pushed by Bhishma or to find any other suitable taker, Amba gave up her ambition for the moment, did some deep introspection found nothing wrong per se with her; and like all women scorned vowed to make life hell for Bhishma, the person responsible for her short-lived stint in womanhood and the fruits thereof."

"So she did penance to upskill herself, was born as a daughter into the powerful family of Drupada and was raised like a son. She grew up, married, was ridiculed by the bride on the wedding night when the performance was put to test; took recourse in a change management workshop conducted by a yaksha (demi-god) and exchanged her current avatar to that of a complete man. And bided her time."

"Jacta alea est. The die was cast. Literally.

Pandavas lost their kingdom, spent 12 years in exile and for 1 year lived anonymously. Petitioned Kauravas for their due, were spurned and a great war ensued. Battle lines were drawn; either side geared up for an all or nothing war; Bhishma leading the Kaurava army from the front. 10 days of war resulted in much damage to both the sides but little headway was made.

Krishna the mentor of Pandavas; called for a quick war-room conference; said the strategy is to make Bhishma throw away his arms and nothing else; and while doing so let a well-guarded secret out. That Bhishma would never fight a woman; or a woman in man's clothing. Or a man who was a woman in his previous life. Or whatever.

Shikandi was called. Temporary arrangements made for her/him to lead from the front; with Arjuna doing his bit standing behind her. This worked and finally the great Bhishma fell, changing the course of the war firmly in favor of Pandavas, who got name, fame and the entire kingdom."

"What of Shikandi? On the last day of the war she was murdered in sleep in her tent by those from Kaurava side seeking revenge, as a last and desperate measure. Mission accomplished. But what of it?"

"It is believed that a part of Shikandi's soul still wanders the earth and nests in all those beings who similarly were lured by big promises into a realm that is anything but real and rosy. Are left in lurch in a no man's land; wander hither and thither curse their current state of affairs and give it all up. Spend time in reskilling and upskilling themselves; take up positions elsewhere; live anonymous lives largely till their 15 minutes under the spotlight arrives. Give it their best. Get fooled into thinking that they are more than making good of what they have last out on. Realize that the name and fame of the mission that they made success is justly (or otherwise) tagged onto someone else - well positioned by the powers that be (author of the script and the mentor respectively). And finally pass into oblivion at the end of it all."

There were not many in that house of spirits at the end of the narrative, within earshot, whose soul didn't feel connected. Campus recruits celebrating their induction into this department or that; NPE; NBP (Never been promoted); POPOs (Pissed over and passed over)…everyone that moment felt closer to each other.

"Is there no way out? Looks like there is a bit of Shikandi in all of us who has ever been through placement week. There is no comfort in knowing you are impotent to begin with" said the NPE in a feeble tone.

"Its never too late to find a suitable positioning for oneself and stick to it like dickens. And then align with a mentor who will help make that positioning stick to you like a label. Whenever in a hole, quickly identify guys with the right and appropriate skillset to bail you out, yet not skillful enough to gain from it. Learn from Shikandi, lead like Arjuna"