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068 Gopala Krishnan IM 20 NITIE POM Course
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Thursday 22 August 2013
Friday 16 August 2013
Return of the Jedi
Darkness.
It was
5.30 am in the morning. The air was damp. Visibility, limited. A sudden gust
forced me to draw my jacket closer to my body. I was surrounded by trolleys and
shoulder bags of various sizes and brands. Beside me stood Bharani, similarly
attired, surrounded by his own luggage, having just paid off the taxi-wala a
whopping 900 bucks for a 45 minute ride.
We had
just traveled a 1,200 km over 29 hours in a rusty old train – an average speed
of little more than 41 kmph. My mom rides her TVS Scooty faster than that. And
then the taxi for the 22 km to the college, paying a higher amount than for the
train. Anybody would be exhausted.
We
were not.
Because
we were finally inside the hallowed grounds of NITIE. We were standing right
outside the legendary MDP Hostel (more on it later), facing a map of God’s Own
Campus*. Of course, we’d been here once before – during our trip here for the
GD/PI – but this time was different. We were students now! It was one of those classic ‘dream come true’ moments
to cherish.
Even
before coming to the campus, us PGDIM students had a fair idea about life at
NITIE. We’d talked, heard and read quite a bit. From forums, blogs, seniors and
the aspirant relations team. We even have our very own Life @ NITIE page. So we
were forewarned about the series of case study competitions, the lush, green,
campus, the constant rain, the 96 stairs every morning, the pathetic food,
NITIE Sarovar (our very own pond) and
even the leopard that pays a visit every winter (seriously). But the first thing
that struck me about NITIE that morning, as we entered the ‘reception’ area of
the MDP Hostel was none of those things. (Of course I wouldn’t be writing this
blog if it were the leopard!) It was something far more beautiful, yet far more
terrible than the leopard. No, the first thing that caught my eye was –
Insects.
Of
every shape, size, color and variety. Estimates put the number of extant
species of insects in the world at anywhere between 6-10 million, potentially
representing over 90% of the different animal forms on Earth, and easily more
than half of all known living organisms; 900,000 have already been identified.
It is said that, for every human alive, there are about 200 million insects in
this world, and that there are more insects per square mile on an average, than
there are human beings in the entire planet. They’re also some of the
strongest, most stubborn and highly adaptable creatures ever. A cockroach can
apparently live for up to 9 days without its head, post which it dies, only because of starvation! And
scientists and Hollywood producers have more or less agreed that the first ETs
that we’ll encounter are most likely to be bugs with antennas protruding from
their heads.
...and then we'll insert the tubes into your brain-thingys and switch on the power! |
So you
could understand our apprehension when we stepped into the hostel and encountered
about half of those 900,000 in the reception area. If that doesn’t wake one up,
I don’t know what will.
Anyway,
the initial shock buzzed down and we came to accept the reality – that like it
or not, we’re going to be sharing the campus with these guys for the next two
years, and that there’s absolutely no escaping it. And to be fair, they were
here before us and are probably going to outlive us easily too. We might as
well try and get in their good books. No point antagonizing them. So, taking
extreme precautions to not step on any of them, we made our way to the couch
and tried to rouse the warden who was fast asleep, seemingly oblivious to the
danger in every inch around him.
Five
minutes of broken Hindi and 400 bucks later, we finally held the keys to our
room for the day, and now faced just this one small hurdle of getting 10 pieces
of luggage up 6 floors to our room. Thankfully, the elevator worked, and we
managed it in 3 trips.
3
hours later, I woke up with a start. To the theme music of ‘Soodhu Kavvum’, as
mum called to enquire about everything. After quickly reassuring her that
everything was fine and wishing her and dad a happy wedding anniversary, and my
sister good luck for her first day at her new school, I collapsed on to the bed
again, and didn’t wake up for another 2 hours.
Once we woke up properly, the rest of the day went by pretty much normal.
As
normal as it could get considering it was your first day away from your family
and home that is. A few surprises, a few not so. But we had a lot of our firsts
at NITIE that day. Our first stroll around the pond and discovering a huge dead
silver snake by the banks; our first exploration of the area outside NITIE, and
deciding never to have a chai again
in that shop near the end of the road; our first photographs of the campus with
the cameras in our phones, and wondering if we should’ve brought something
bigger and better; our first cash withdrawals from the ATM inside the campus,
and realizing with dread that there would be no more credits to the accounts;
our first walk to the football ground and getting caught in the downpour on the
way back, making a mental note to never leave our rooms without an umbrella
again; and our first breakfast in the college mess, where we couldn’t even make
it to our third dosas, another first!
And
then it was time for the hostel registration. The MDP hostel we bunked in that
morning was only a temporary arrangement as we’d arrived much earlier than
necessary. This meant one thing.
That
our glorious partnership was about to come to an end.
For
both Bharani and I had pre-booked our roommates for the two year stay at NITIE.
Mine was to be a quirky, bespectacled character named Eshwar S Raman Bharadwaj.
The
Jedi!
Match my sexiness, you shall not! |
I’d
first met Eshwar during the GD/PI rounds 2 months earlier, and couldn’t quite
place him one way or the other. Now, as far as first impressions go, he might come across as this really nerdy guy
who keeps talking and worrying about exams and placements and committees and
whatnot. It’s really quite amazing how he can go on and on and on discussing
his fears and skepticism about everything in life - it can annoy the most
patient people easily at times.
But
then he's also this extremely charming person with such a diverse profile, he
can keep you interested and entertained easily. Each day you discover something
new about him. So far, I’ve managed to figure out that he speaks about 5
languages fluently (including Sanskrit and French), is proficient with the
guitar and the mridangam besides
having a striking command in vocal music, plays cricket as a genuine
all-rounder, has a brown belt level II in Karate (he’s very particular about
people not forgetting the level II part), and is gifted with incredible
networking and communication skills.
This
awesome guy does not really belong here. A combination of ‘family’ commitments
and a childhood resolution meant that he had to decline his on-site (Russia)
posting offer, quit his job, and pursue his MBA at NITIE like the rest of us.
But I
did not know all this back then, and when he had called me for the first time to
ask me if we could be roomies, I had my reservations - I generally don’t like
to plan much in advance, and simply go with the flow. But having Eshwar as
roommate offered its own brand of safety and attractiveness – here was a guy
who was sincere and serious enough to keep me in check and make me study should
I get distracted, a fellow Tambrahm and teetotaler and most importantly,
someone proficient in spoken Hindi. The last point, especially, had vetoed the
vote in favor of his proposal!
So it
was that on the afternoon of the 12th of June, 2013, Bharani and I
were to part ways (for the time being) and register for our hostel rooms
separately.
Fate,
as it turned out, had other plans.
The
rules strictly stated that we could register only for ourselves, and cannot
save the other slot for a friend not in campus at the time. And both Eshwar and
Ramkumar, Bharani’s would-be roommate, were flying in only later that night.
Which put us in quite a dilemma. Either we could wait for our roomies to arrive
and register for the rooms the next morning, or we could change the plans
completely and register to be roommates ourselves. Seniors had very strongly
advised us to get done with the booking ASAP before all the ‘good rooms’ were taken,
and that we would soon learn to get along fine with whatever roommates that we
ended up with anyway. A lot of phone calls, discussions, negotiations and apologies
later, Bharani and I finally decided to go for it ourselves, and to face things
as and when they come.
Though
I had a suspicion that all the events of the previous 8 hours had been somehow,
naturally, leading to this point, I somehow couldn’t get this nagging feeling
away – that I’d broken a promise to this Eshwar guy. What if he didn’t find a
suitable roomie when his turn to register came the next morning? Would he still
want to be friends with me? I couldn’t shake off the uneasiness. Neither of us
could – Bharani had done the same to his guy. Still, we did what we had to
do.
We entered
our signatures in the log and finally obtained the key to room number 207 –
beautiful number. Ours was on the ground level that still had to be accessed
via a set of 6 stairs due the incline (NITIE is basically built on a small hill
you see). We were greeted by a whole lot of garbage strewn about carelessly
outside in the corridor, ominous signs for what lay within. And then, summoning
all our courage, we pulled aside what was once probably used as a mesh-door,
unlocked the main door, and taking a deep breath, pushed it inside for a first
glimpse at what would be our home for the next 24 months.
Now,
NITIE is known for a lot of things, but habitable hostel rooms clearly isn’t
one of them.
My
first instinct was to run back to the MDP hostel and hide under the bed.
Memories of my room at our place in Chennai came crashing back to me, my
constant whines to mom that the room was not big enough to play carom on the
floor, haunting me with each passing minute. That was a palace when compared to
this. For this first time in my life, I really, really, felt the horror of young Harry Potter being made to live in
that cupboard under the stairs for all those years.
Our
room basically ended before it started. There were two creaky old iron beds,
with worn out, pale blue mattresses from the 20th century. The 2
speed ceiling fan was a foot away from our heads and we had to be careful not
to stretch our hands while standing, lest we lose a finger. There was this one
common dirty wardrobe for us to keep our clothes in, and two other cupboards
for us to keep books or other miscellaneous stuff – I tried one of the doors of
mine, and it came off completely in my hand! The toilet/bathroom was a haven of
insects from ants to spiders to centipedes to even snails, and the latch
wouldn’t work. There was crude graffiti all over the walls, and there was a
balcony overlooking the road that leads to the mess below us, completely
covered by shade from the giant trees above – no chance for the sunlight to get
in. We were each given a desk for the laptop/books, and mine couldn’t be
brought in from the balcony, try as we might. There was just the one small
light bulb/night lamp which wouldn’t work, and there was a stack of old, smelly
newspapers in the corner. Both the LAN ports were faulty, as was one of the
plug points.
I
mean, we’d gone in with very low expectations to start with. And the room still
managed to shock us! If possible, the feeling of guilt was even more pronounced
now – was this room really worth all that urgency? Did I bail out on Eshwar for
this? Would he ever forgive me?
The rest of the day was pretty much uneventful. Bharani and I decided to keep the time spent in our room as minimal as possible, so we went back to the villa that was the MDP hostel. (It primarily exists to house distinguished guests, alumni and corporates who visit the campus, so is much better furnished) The lunch was so bad we started to pray for a better dinner already, and Bharani and I did some light shopping in the evening. Throughout the day we kept running into vaguely familiar faces from the GD/PI process, Impact-ers, and other classmates we met in the Impressions meet in Chennai. But nothing could lift my spirit. At about 10.30 pm that night, as I was watching Spiderman 3 in the TV in our MDP Hostel room after an equally depressing dinner of roti and dal, I received the call.
The
Jedi was in town!
His
parents had come to see him off, and the family had taken up a room in the MDP
Hostel too, just a couple of stories beneath us. But I was really worried about
how I was going to face him, that too with his parents beside him. Would they
judge me? As it turned out, he wasn’t in much of a hurry either, and we planned
to meet up the next morning, in our room. So I finished my movie and retired to
bed on my first day at NITIE at about 1.30 am that night, and dreamt about home
and mom and dad and sis and friends and Darth Vader. It was a disturbed sleep.
"Give yourself to the Dark Side. It is the only way you can save your friends!" |
Morning
arrived, and we had to vacate the room. Two daunting prospects were in store
for the day. Finally coming face-to-face with the man, and the first module
registration and document verification process. As I was still deciding which worried
me more, the knock on the door duly arrived.
Moment
of truth!
I
opened the door, and one look at the smiling face of Eshwar swept away all my
apprehensions and doubts. There is such a charm, such warmth in his smile that
makes you feel he really is happy/ pleased about something. With Eshwar there’s
no faking. No sarcasm, no middle ground, no grey areas. Either he’s happy or
he’s not, and he’ll let you know without question. And that morning, it was all
happy.
We
exchanged numbers, swapped stories of how we got here, our jobs and
resignation, leaving Chennai and all those friends, and the formalities that
lay ahead. And for the whole time, he did not once mention about the promise
I’d made to be his roommate. As fate would have it, he had registered for his
own room with none other than Ramkumar that morning, and they were both happy
to have landed up with each other.
Everything
became easier after that, and we spent the whole morning and afternoon
together, for breakfast, registration and lunch, and we knew something special
was in store. There was a bond. I
could tell.
But
the thing that truly made me let go of my guilt and regret was later that
afternoon when Bharani and I went to visit their room in Hostel 1. It was in
every way worse than ours! Now I
truly got what our seniors meant about taking up the best rooms in Hostel 2 at
the earliest. I am a nice guy with conscience and all, but I couldn’t possibly
live in that space that they called a room!
So as
they say, “All’s well that ends well!” Two months of classes, case studies and
cleaning later, my room doesn’t suffocate me anymore, I can find my stuff after
less than 10 mins of searching in my bed, the flush works almost daily, I’d
learned not to slip and fall down on the wet floors all over the college, we’d
encountered 3 more snakes but 0 leopards, and Bharani and I have our own pet
dog outside our room at all times – she’s totally the sweetest little thing
ever!
Best
of all, we’d found a new best friend in Eshwar Bharadwaj, and hang out all the
time together – arguing/fighting with each other, doing assignments, discussing
girls, eating Maggi noodles, or reading from Heizer’s. These days, on a typical
night at hostel room 207 at NITIE, one would witness a scene somewhat like
this -
"~~Welcome to the Hotel California!~~" |
Life's good :)
[Note:
Ours is the rightful claim for the title ‘God’s Own Campus’ – IIM-K do not get it
simply because Kerala is God’s Own Country. In any case, they spell the last
word with a ‘K’ as is their wont with everything that starts with a ‘C’, and we
aren’t too bothered as long as NITIE figures in 7/10 first page results in
Google Search.]
[This
post concludes the 3 part series describing my experiences on my first day at
NITIE. If you’d stayed with me till the end, RESPECT.]
The Empire Strikes Back
On the
wee hours of the morning of the 12th of June, 2013, I found myself practically
jogging after this porter, a wizened old man of about 60 who was carrying 3 of
my 5 bags out of the railway station and to the taxi stand. Who would have
thought that this man possessed such strength or speed? So there I was, trying
to keep up with this old guy who for some reason I suspected wouldn’t hesitate
much before selling off my luggage to anyone who offered a 100 bucks per bag.
Maybe I was just being paranoid, I don’t know. But I’d just entered this huge, intimidating,
new city at 4 am in the morning, about to move in to a new place, separated
from my family for the first time in my life. I would be mad not to.
Mumbai, FYI |
Just
then, like I needed any more complications, a new guy enters the picture – this
one was a big, fat, mean taxi-wala guy. Usually you’d expect such men to just
be some cool, confident, I-know-you’ll-eventually-be-mine kinda fellow that you
should be careful to avoid. Come anywhere close to the swamp, and the crocodile
would devour you. And the crocodile also knows that he needn’t do much. He’ll
wait you out, and when you finally give in to the thirst, he’ll take you out.
You wouldn’t stand a chance. Sound bad enough? This Mr Taxi-wala was worse. He
was actually a wolf, impatient, cunning and strong. The wolf scans the area,
spots the prey, and charges head on, giving it his all! What chance does a lamb
have?
So I
got caught in his radar, and before I knew it, he was all over me, using the
one super-potent and unfair weapon in his arsenal that could easily finish me –
Hindi.
This
guy should’ve been a salesman, he’d make a damn good job of it. Not because of
any charm or persuasive power. But by sheer persistence, unmatched aggression,
and non-stop jabbering. People will buy just to get away from him I guess.
That, combined with the fact that I was looking lost in an alien city whose
language I don’t understand meant that, a mere 2 minutes of ‘negotiation’
later, both the porter and I were following him now. Right into the woods, from
where there would be no escape. He was faster than even Gandalf, carrying my
stuff was, and we both struggled to catch up with him. The wolf had smelt blood,
and the lamb had all but lost hope.
Until,
that is, Bharani arrived.
Much
like a knight in shining armor He too, had his own taxi-wala to deal with,
but he, at least, looked to be in control of his steed, and not the other way
round. Tall, strong, and fairly accomplished with the local language as he was,
meeting this guy – a familiar face from the GDPI day – that day, at that point
of time outside the station was, to me, the stuff of fairy tales.
He
practically bailed me out, dismissed the redundant taxi-wala, paid off the
porters, and agreed for a taxi-share for the long trip ahead. Suddenly the
equation had changed in favour of the Chennai Super Kings, and the road ahead
for me seemed much more manageable.
That
the taxi-wala still managed to have the last laugh is a different matter – the
meter readings rose so fast that even the Chennai auto men would have been put
to shame – we ended up paying 200 bucks to the porters, close to 900 bucks for
the taxi fare alone, plus Bharani lost a 500 Rs note somewhere in the chaos.
But more
importantly, we found each other that day, our first respective friends at
NITIE. And as it turned out, both of our arranged room-mates were to reach the
college only later that evening, and so as to not miss out on the best rooms,
we ended up signing for a room together that morning itself.
The
rest, as they say, is history!
[That concludes part II of the Star Wars Trilogy. Don't miss the epic finale - "Return of the Jedi"! Cheers!]
[That concludes part II of the Star Wars Trilogy. Don't miss the epic finale - "Return of the Jedi"! Cheers!]
A New Hope
A sudden,
screeching noise and a shocking vibration in my breast pocket woke me up with a
start. Even so, I fumbled in the darkness for a few seconds before locating the
mobile phone. It was the Rooster Alarm! After hurriedly switching it off before
the other passengers start cursing me, I took a moment or two to breathe and
come to my senses.
I
could still clearly recall the faces of my parents as they waved me goodbye
less than 30 hours ago, half happy, half sad, and becoming increasingly
smaller. I could tell that the former was for my benefit. There were no such pretenses with my sister – she was close to tears. My own heart, I remember,
had been pounding as if I had just gotten off the treadmill after a 20 minute run. And then suddenly
- after a second or 100, I couldn't be sure – I couldn't see them anymore.
Anyways, all that was 2 nights back. The previous day had hardly registered - I couldn't remember much; I didn't want to.
And
then the alarm rang again, and I forced myself to the present.
I
realized that I had almost reached my destination. It was still pretty dark
outside, and I could make out few outlines of buildings, but I sensed that I
was close. Also, the train, which had been slithering along sedately for much
of the previous day with its typical rhythmic thuds, suddenly seemed to be in a
hurry, not unlike a sprinter within sight of the finish line. Mulund, Nahur,
Bhandup, Kanjur Marg - local stations sped past in a blur of black with some
dull yellow here and there, and against a backdrop of the faintest hint of navy
blue. Or were my eyes not working properly? Daylight was hours away, I
estimated. Something about the last station sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't figure out what. I still wasn't fully awake, I realized. The nice lady
in the lower berth had given me clear-cut instructions to disembark at Dadar.
She must have herself gotten off in Thane – the coach was empty but for me and
my luggage.
My
luggage!
My
God, I’d forgotten all about my luggage! My Adidas backpack and laptop bag
included, there were 5 in all! How was I going to get them all out safely onto
the platform in the teensy window of time the train would catch its breath at
Dadar? I jumped down from my perch immediately, and started pulling out the
trolleys – there were 2 – from under the seats. It required some effort. Now
for the shoe bag, and the two on my berth I had hugged to sleep last night for
fear of theft. The Five were finally out, dusted, and ready to face the
busiest, most popular city in the country. I thought I saw Matunga just rush
past the window to the right. Time for some final checks before ‘we’ move on –
Mobile, check. Earphones, check. Laptop charger, doesn't work anymore, but
check. Wallet check. Sweater, check. Sandals, check. Good then, everything was
accounted for.
Light Saber, Check! |
And
not too soon - I could already sense the train slowing down; sounds of tired
people, uneven, shaky footsteps and heavy dragging could be heard from either
side of my coach. I led my motley crew towards the nearest exit. Even the
air-conditioning was fading out, I realized. A sudden sense of claustrophobia
gripped me – this was it. This was where all those days of studying and
revision and mock tests and application form filling were leading to. I had known
that the moment was not that far ever since that magical night when Sriram had
phoned me to inform that I’d made it to NITIE. I had seen it all coming, but
along those last few steps came a sudden sense of finality that I hadn't prepared for. Couldn't possibly prepare for. This was it.
Almost
it, actually. The train was still inching along to the finish line only it
could see. There was now a small queue in front of us and a bit larger one
behind – sleepy, disgruntled passengers who wanted nothing more than to catch
the first taxi home, where a warm, welcoming bed was no doubt awaiting. Not me. I was 1200 kilometers from home, about to set foot in new territory. New, big, mysterious
territory that would reluctantly host me for the next 24 months, with neither
party unsure of the plans for after. This could be the making or the end of me.
I marveled at the calmness of my co-passengers – aren't their hearts racing
too?
And
then the train screeched to a stop, as if echoing the pain and the fear inside
me. The bald guy jumped off first, and the family in front descended onto the
platform more gracefully. Their worlds had clearly not just been turned upside down.
It was my turn. I struggled to urge my team forward, to those unfairly steep
set of 3 steps by the door. The mother turned to look back a second, and my own
little farewell scene came crashing down in front of my eyes once again. I couldn't move. Incoherent voices seemed to originate from every which way, and a mass of
people were pushing and pulling along noisily in the direction pointed out by
the exit signs overhead, but all I could see were the faces of my family. When
would I see them again? When did sis stop crying the other night? Are they
still asleep now? The people in the queue behind were starting to voice their
objection now – they didn't understand. How could they?
They were wookies after all! |
An old
wizened porter arrived and started negotiating with me in Hindi. Not that it
mattered that I didn't understand a word. My throat was parched and dry, and I
still couldn't focus away from the sight of mom waving me goodbye. The same
mixed expression of part happiness and part sadness etched on her face.
But
wait, was there more? I now seemed to detect a distinct shade of hope along
with the other two. And was that thing there a faint glimmer of pride?
And then it hit me.
Of course there was both pride and hope in their faces. Had been, all along. Pride
that their son was leaving to pursue his MBA in one of the most prestigious
institutions the country had to offer, a family first; and hope that the
following two years of hardship and separation would turn out to be a
worthwhile investment for a better, more prosperous future for each of us.
How could I have missed it before? It had been sitting right there in front of
me, all along, but I had been too immature to recognize it. And with that epiphany, the cloud lifted.
And I
was Bombay-ed properly.
Pulled
into all of it - the chaos, the complexity and the commerce that had been
renamed Mumbai a few years previously. While the sudden splash of light, sound
and people would have disoriented and unsettled me normally, it only served to
force me quicker into action that day. It sharpened my focus and cleared the way ahead
in my mind. The porter was still talking about the weight (I guessed) involved
and money – albeit in the tongue that I’ve always been uncomfortable with. But
it didn’t matter. I was ready for him this time around. This was positively
easy. “Theek hai, chal!” I confidently told him, with a reassuring nod. He
didn’t need another word, and started lifting the biggest trolley bag and
placed it carefully on top of his turban.
As he
proceeded to the others, I could clearly see where to from there. I was
standing at the doorway on a train in Dadar for one, and only one purpose – for
my post graduate education. That would hopefully lead to a very good job at the end of 2
years, preferably in Chennai. Even if it didn’t turn out to be my hometown,
there was no way that I was gonna leave my folks behind another time. They’re
coming along too, wherever it was that my road led to. Of that I was sure. And
with that cheerful thought, and driven by a new sense of purpose and direction
blazing inside me, I finally took the first steep step down. And then the
second. The porter had already started walking with 3 of my team towards the
exit.
I
looked up at the darkness above and said a silent little prayer - I needed to do
this, so God help me. I paused for the briefest of seconds and inhaled the
surroundings once. Awesome. And then, with my lips curving into the faintest of smiles,
I took off from the 3rd step and jumped on both feet onto
the platform.
So it begins. |
This
was it. Things would never be the same again. It was 4 am in the morning on the
12th of June, 2013, in Mumbai, Maharashtra, and the air was thick
with rain. I had finally set foot in the arena.
[This is the first of a 3 part series describing my experiences and emotions on the first day after landing in Mumbai for my PGDIM at NITIE. This has got absolutely nothing to do with Principles of Organizational Management. Sorry Dr. Mandi! The proper blogs will follow.]
Sunday 4 August 2013
Disaster Movie
So last week we were all given a cube to play with. Nor quite a Rubik's cube - this one was a 'navrang' cube with 27 removable sub-cubes, and removed they were.
Can probably be used as a pencil stand? |
The first challenge was for two of us to volunteer and solve the cube - put it back into place with the given set of constraints -
1. Each face of the cube must have all the 9 colors. Which also means obviously that none of the colors can be repeated on any face - since there are only 9 slots in each.
2. We only had 5 minutes in which to solve the cube in.
Since our professor had 2 sets of the navrang in possession, he invited two groups of two students each to come to his desk and try their luck. The 27 smaller cubes were clustered randomly on the table, and it took the teams more than a minute to even segregate and arrange the smaller cubes in some order. Neither of them came close.
And then Prof. Prasad took over.
Management Lesson #6: Identify. Organize. Solve. And Communicate.
He explained to us how a lot of problems, both in life, and in organizations, are similar in nature, multi-faceted, unexpected, and with time constraints. How they all have smaller, individual elements to them that have to be solved for us to solve the complete puzzle. And how, with the application of the right principles of management, we can actually, pretty easily, solve them. He encouraged the two teams to take apart their half finished, incorrect cubes once again, before returning to their seats. They did so halfheartedly.
Being a first-bencher, I got the best seat for what followed next - a methodical, yet elegant arrangement at the end of which our professor had brought back the navrang to all its glory, with surgical precision and a seemingly easy procedure.
He was timed at less than a minute and a half, and even that was because he had been explaining each step in the process.
The key to solving any problem, is organization. You organize your problems, and their sub-problems in order, and that is half the job taken care of. The first step is to segregate the similar elements of the problem - the like-colored cubes - together. Once you have done that, everything else falls into place, and your coming out successful is simply a matter of applying simple logic and common sense in each level, and avoiding any mistakes while you do so.
And then, you win! |
Not all organizational problems are as difficult as they might seem at first look, and even the very difficult ones can be managed, provided you apply principles of organizational management to them.
Another key concept in all of this is the importance of effective communication. The better you are at communication (either way), the better you learn how to do things, and how not to do things. You can watch and learn from the experiences of your seniors, or the mistakes of your peers, and nothing can teach you better. Unless it's name was T.Prasad, of course.
He pointed out how the solution to the 'navrang' is available in youtube for all to see, and yet how few people can actually solve it. Reasons included -
1. The videos are not that popular - Reach is everything; unless you really reach out to the common man, how do you expect him to learn from you, and get better? Surely if Gangnam Style can do it, something this useful and interesting - Prof Prasad can explain close to 10 concepts in POM from a single cube solving session - can too, right? I'll leave it to you to decide for yourself.
2. Language barriers - How is a short, seemingly boring, home made hindi video going to teach a departmental store owner in Madurai, Tamil Nadu, to overcome the challenges he faces everyday? How would it encourage him to even click on to the link and watch it, in the first place? The answer lies with us. If each of us make videos of the lessons that we learn here, in our native languages, and market and popularize them via the social network, YouTube and blogs, maybe, just maybe, that store owner might be interested to try it out someday when it reaches his Wall!
3. Ineffective Communication - Just making the video in the desired language and getting it to reach your people isn't sufficient. You must communicate crystal clear what, why, and how you're going about doing, whatever it is, for whatever reason it is, and however it is, that you're doing. That, my friend, is effective communication. The videos currently available are not, and they have a huge scope for improvement. What are we MBA grads for?
So that concluded the session's learning from the cube, and we came out from the class, very impressed with our professor, our pride a little hurt that we couldn't solve it on our own in the first attempt, and lost in thought about how our own lives were similar to the cubes, and whether we would one day get them all right someday!
As always, thanks for reading, do leave your comments, keep thinking, and take care!
Ciao!
"Wait! Wait! Where d'you think you're running off to? You've still not touched upon the title of the post", you ask. "What's with the disaster movie? Surely you weren't misguiding us all this while, were you?"
Ok fine, here you go.
IMDB Bottom #2, indeed!
Sunday 14 July 2013
The Two Towers
No, not the Middle Earth ones.
This is the story of how we were given this exercise to build a tower using miniature cubical blocks of similar sizes and with one big design constraint - that there can't be more than one block in the foundation/ ground level. So we were basically looking at a single spine tower with each block placed on the top face of the previous one. And there was only one way to go - up.
Something like that, yeah. |
So we were to observe how high we could build it and study the favoring/ detrimental factors.
Case 1: One blindfolded person builds the tower, seven people "assist" him by giving directions.
Case 2: One blindfolded person builds the tower, one other person guides him.
If you thought that the tower would have come out higher in the first case, think again. Numbers don't win wars. (4 brave hobbits and a freaking army of the dead do!) LOTR taught us that much. While in the first case the height of the towers was 22 cubes, the number was 27 in the second!
A number of men trying to help one person run a company (in this case build the tower) actually doesn't help at all. In plain English we have a nice little phrase for it - "too many cooks spoil the broth!" But since we're in a B-school now, we've gotta get more technical and manager-y about it. So here you go -
Management Lesson #4: Unity of Command & Unity of Direction
The Unity of Command states that every employee should receive orders from only one superior, and the Unity of Direction states that each group of organizational activities that have the same objective should be directed by one manager using one plan. The two complement each other and are listed as points 4 and 5 under the 14 Principles of Management proposed by Henri Fayol in his book "Administration industrielle et générale". And of course the concept is called 'Fayolism', what did you expect?
Well said, Boromir! |
Don't get them confused - teamwork and synergy - discussed in the previous blog (bless you if you read that one too!) - are a completely different matter. While we're talking about people of equal standing, coming together for a common purpose in the latter, Fayol's 'Unity' statements concern about the case where a person is clearly a subordinate to one (or many) manager(s).
So while the blindfolded guy was expertly (and patiently) guided by his supervisor/ manager in the second case and managed to touch 27, there was complete and utter chaos in the first. Multiple, panicked, unconnected, and at times completely contradicting instructions ensured that the 'architect' (or is he the engineer?) hit the tower with his hand and brought it tumbling down while at floor 22, resulting in a series of sighs!
"Nice and easy, now. And don't mind that spider on your neck, its not that big." |
Now, before we had begun this exercise, we were asked to set goals for the number of storeys to be successfully reached. Each one proposed a number of his liking, and almost every number from 10 to 30 (and a even few round numbers beyond) was suggested. So how are we going to settle at a final figure? How do we take such decisions in real life, where under quoting might make you look weak or pessimistic, and over shooting might be frowned upon as crazy? Will any goal do? Are there any guidelines?
Of course, not. And of course, there are -
Management Lesson #5: Setting SMART Goals
Okay, wait, its not as simple and useless as it sounds. It's actually an acronym. S.M.A.R.T stands for Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Relevant, and Time-bound. And these ones, we have a George T. Doran to thank for.
Specific - The goal should be clear and specific, no ambiguities please. We've no use with '20-40'. Any work should have specifics defined with the help of the five 'W' questions - What, Why, Who, Where and Which, so that everyone involved can cut a clear path to go about achieving the goal.
Measurable - The second criterion stresses the need for concrete criteria for measuring progress toward the attainment of the goal. The thought behind this is that if a goal is not measurable, it is not possible to know whether a team is making progress toward successful completion. (Thanks Wiki! :)) Imagine if, instead of number of blocks, we had a goal of reaching the height of a dog, or a bench? Or that of an open umbrella like the tens that lie in the corner every day these days? Imagine the complexity involved. No, we want solid, countable targets, mister!
Attainable - This one's a little tricky - how do you say 30 is attainable but 40 is not? If we had access to historical data, maybe there's a chance we can come to such a conclusion. But the reality is that, in most of the cases, we don't really, REALLY know what an attainable goal for us/ our company is. Fear or over-confidence can crop up, and both could influence our goal setting, and in time, comfortably, individually, bring down the company! Must take care to draw the line here.
Relevant - Obviously. No point in setting a specific, measurable, attainable, time-bound goal of building a tower 20 blocks high using all those builders for building a garage and park your vehicles. Relevant goals (when met) drive the team, department, and the organization forward. A goal that supports or is in alignment with other goals would be considered a relevant goal. (Again, thanks Wiki!)
Time-bound - Giving a set time-frame/ a target date, is very important while setting goals. Anybody can cover 42 km by walk given a couple of days. But the person who comes first is the person deemed the winner of the marathon. No point in setting abstract goals such as "selling 100 air conditioners". But rephrase it as "selling 100 air conditioners by the end of the month" and now we're talking! One must always set time-bound goals, and revise them as and when one reaches the end of that time period. Or the goal could be different for different time periods/ targets - "To enjoy 20% market share in air conditioners in India by 2015 and raise the figure to 30% by 2018"
So the key to achieving success in any business is to set specific, measurable, attainable, relevant and time-bound goals. In fact, some people go so far as to suggest that human potential is realized only through setting SMART goals. Some strong statements there - must have some merit in them.
As far as our tower building exercises are concerned, after like 4 classes of building and destroying and rebuilding them funny structures, we've learnt more lessons in principles of organizational management than we initially cared to, and the blocks are now carefully stowed away for the next batch of eager, gullible 'architects' that will huff and puff their way up the 96 stairs for their first taste of life @ a B-school same time next year. 27 was the highest any of us IM 20 batch ever got to, and our Prof. sadly didn't let us break the rules (of the single tower structure) in class or even play with them afterwards.
What ideas I had!
Finding the Nazgûl to go with the castle might have been tough, though |
Not really SMART, i admit. But a Minas Morgul in class is worth a kazillion attempts and failures in my opinion.
What say you? B-)
Tuesday 9 July 2013
Three Monks
三个和尚 (San ge heshang) (English: 3 Monks) is a cute little animation movie that runs for a entertaining 18 minutes and 52 seconds on YouTube. Well, technically, its a Chinese feature film produced by the Shanghai Animation Film Studio in 1980, as one of the first and finest works of art to be produced after the cultural revolution that ended with the fall of the Gang of Four in the late 70's. So it's a little more than a "cute little animation movie" for close to one-fifths of the World's population I guess. I'm sorry.
The film is based on the ancient Chinese proverb, "One monk will shoulder two buckets of water, two monks will share the load, but add a third and no one will want to fetch water."
It highlights the situation in many organizations where an increase in personnel leads to a lot of confusion and disagreement as to the distribution of the workload and the "why can't you do it?" attitude of the employees. It puts into picture the importance organizational management, direction, delegation and team work in a very sweet, simplistic manner. The film has a short running time, like-able characters, simple animation and even a little bit of comic relief in the form of a mouse (that actually turns out to be an integral part of the plot later on) but perhaps the best aspect about the movie is that it contains absolutely no dialogues whatsoever, enabling it to transcend language barriers and making it a truly international picture! And the music is like, wow!
Watch the complete movie here, and we'll move on to the analysis -
Management Lesson #3: From Craftsman to Company
Craftsmanship is when one single person manages a business all by himself. He's the owner, the employer, the employee and the CEO, and the only primary stakeholder. When craftsmanship expands, bringing in more people, new ideas, a structure to the way things are done, a process for the main business activity, then it becomes a company. Now, both has its advantages and disadvantages. While craftsmanship involves simplicity in accounting, skilled work, and lower, but more customized output, companies have higher production, productivity and standardization, and lesser costs per unit, but more complex management, accounting, training needs and quality controls. But it is a general belief that, with time, most cases of craftsmanship should ideally evolve into companies for the forward progress of the economy.
In this movie, the analogy could be that, in the beginning, when the first monk was the sole occupant of the monastery and took care of all the affairs by himself, it was craftsmanship, and while there were no complications and he had settled into a routine of sorts, you could tell that he was very exhausted at the end of the day, every day, and was losing his efficiency. And at the end of the movie, and after the fire is doused, when the 3 monks together figure out the long term solution to their problems by designing and erecting a pulley-bucket system, that was the working of an efficient, effective company.
Of course, they faced a lot of challenges in between those two phases, and found the going tough. Each of those episodes teach us something about the scaling up from craftsmanship to company and the principles of organizational management that accompanies the transformation.
Team Work & Synergy - As much as it may be difficult to accept and incorporate, team work is a must in any organization. The whole is always greater than the sum of its parts. There is no room for pride or ego here. When the fire breaks out, the 3 monks realize that they will get nowhere by individually trying to put it off, and help one another to lead a concentrated, combined effort that ultimately proves successful.
Conflict Resolution - It is natural that differences of opinion crop up whenever a new party joins the team, but a smart team will know to handle it delicately and take an unbiased and logical stand whenever these differences arise. In the movie, when the 2nd monk joins the first, and later when the 3rd joins the 'company', they do not agree on who should go fetch the water and when, and it only leads to further animosity.
Logical & Scientific Thought Process - The instance where the first two monks could not decide how to share the load equally covers this point. The monks think about the problem, and without shying away from it or dropping the plan altogether, come to the idea of measuring the stick and marking the half way point from where to hang the bucket. This shows a clear, methodical thought process, and is a key to finding solutions to the inevitable problems that will crop up in every company.
These are just a few of the takeaways available for us from this awesome short film, and I encourage you to identify and point out more of them in the comments! :)
One more thing, I'm sure that you'll agree with it when I say that the music was the biggest strength of the movie. It saddens me that the music director hasn't been credited either in the IMDB page or the Wiki page, or from a high level Googling. So I request you to do your own research and let me know if and when you find out!
And as always, any criticism is welcome.
Until the next post then.
Cheers!
We're cute?? |
The film is based on the ancient Chinese proverb, "One monk will shoulder two buckets of water, two monks will share the load, but add a third and no one will want to fetch water."
It highlights the situation in many organizations where an increase in personnel leads to a lot of confusion and disagreement as to the distribution of the workload and the "why can't you do it?" attitude of the employees. It puts into picture the importance organizational management, direction, delegation and team work in a very sweet, simplistic manner. The film has a short running time, like-able characters, simple animation and even a little bit of comic relief in the form of a mouse (that actually turns out to be an integral part of the plot later on) but perhaps the best aspect about the movie is that it contains absolutely no dialogues whatsoever, enabling it to transcend language barriers and making it a truly international picture! And the music is like, wow!
Watch the complete movie here, and we'll move on to the analysis -
Management Lesson #3: From Craftsman to Company
Craftsmanship is when one single person manages a business all by himself. He's the owner, the employer, the employee and the CEO, and the only primary stakeholder. When craftsmanship expands, bringing in more people, new ideas, a structure to the way things are done, a process for the main business activity, then it becomes a company. Now, both has its advantages and disadvantages. While craftsmanship involves simplicity in accounting, skilled work, and lower, but more customized output, companies have higher production, productivity and standardization, and lesser costs per unit, but more complex management, accounting, training needs and quality controls. But it is a general belief that, with time, most cases of craftsmanship should ideally evolve into companies for the forward progress of the economy.
In this movie, the analogy could be that, in the beginning, when the first monk was the sole occupant of the monastery and took care of all the affairs by himself, it was craftsmanship, and while there were no complications and he had settled into a routine of sorts, you could tell that he was very exhausted at the end of the day, every day, and was losing his efficiency. And at the end of the movie, and after the fire is doused, when the 3 monks together figure out the long term solution to their problems by designing and erecting a pulley-bucket system, that was the working of an efficient, effective company.
Of course, they faced a lot of challenges in between those two phases, and found the going tough. Each of those episodes teach us something about the scaling up from craftsmanship to company and the principles of organizational management that accompanies the transformation.
Team Work & Synergy - As much as it may be difficult to accept and incorporate, team work is a must in any organization. The whole is always greater than the sum of its parts. There is no room for pride or ego here. When the fire breaks out, the 3 monks realize that they will get nowhere by individually trying to put it off, and help one another to lead a concentrated, combined effort that ultimately proves successful.
Together Everyone Achieves More! |
Conflict Resolution - It is natural that differences of opinion crop up whenever a new party joins the team, but a smart team will know to handle it delicately and take an unbiased and logical stand whenever these differences arise. In the movie, when the 2nd monk joins the first, and later when the 3rd joins the 'company', they do not agree on who should go fetch the water and when, and it only leads to further animosity.
Avoid, wherever possible. |
Logical & Scientific Thought Process - The instance where the first two monks could not decide how to share the load equally covers this point. The monks think about the problem, and without shying away from it or dropping the plan altogether, come to the idea of measuring the stick and marking the half way point from where to hang the bucket. This shows a clear, methodical thought process, and is a key to finding solutions to the inevitable problems that will crop up in every company.
So you're telling me.. some people actually don't like long blog posts? |
These are just a few of the takeaways available for us from this awesome short film, and I encourage you to identify and point out more of them in the comments! :)
One more thing, I'm sure that you'll agree with it when I say that the music was the biggest strength of the movie. It saddens me that the music director hasn't been credited either in the IMDB page or the Wiki page, or from a high level Googling. So I request you to do your own research and let me know if and when you find out!
And as always, any criticism is welcome.
Until the next post then.
Cheers!
Sunday 30 June 2013
The Usual Suspects
Ever had an experience where you 'knew' someone was going to perform well in a test, a class task, a job interview or a group activity and you turned out right?
Ever guessed someone was not up to the mark and they proved you right?
Well, congratulations!
Or not.
As it turns out - you're not that great at guessing after all, and it was actually your preconceived notions and your expectation of your colleagues, subordinates, supervisors or peers that resulted in them performing well or poor.
The usual suspects come to be because of you and your perceptions!
Management Lesson #2: The Pygmalion & Golem Effects
The Pygmalion Effect is a psychological phenomenon that encompasses the idea that what one expects of an individual becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The definition above and the explanations given below heavily borrow from the research paper titled "The Pygmalion Effect: A Self-fulfilling Prophecy" written by a Amy Beth Kramer in 2002. Hope she doesn't mind. Google for the complete work.
Her introduction as to the roots of the term are especially good - Reading literature on the psychological phenomenon known as the Pygmalion effect leads one to the Greek myth Pylfmalia, Pygmalion (a play by George Bernard Shaw), and the musical My Fair Lady. In the Greek myth, Pygmalion, a prince of Cyprus,
carved an ivory statue of his ideal woman. He fell in love with the statue and named his love Galatea. The prince's expectations were realized when Galatea was given life by Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. George Bernard Shaw wrote Pygmalion, which was the foundation for the musical My Fair Lady. In My Fair Lady a character by the name of Eliza Doolittle is transformed from a flower girl into a sophisticated lady by
professor Higgins who believed in her. The common theme in all three of these stories is that the expectations of one person can impact the actions of another.
Imagine you join as a manager of a team in a new organization. First day at work you look at trivial things about your team mates/ subordinates and form your own judgments, and hence expectations about them. You expect the smart looking, punctual one that asks a lot of questions to be your most valuable resource, the best performer in your team. The Pygmalion effect says that the odds are that that person really goes on to shine in the company, thanks to you.
The lesser known corollary is the Golem effect, which states that lower expectations tend to bring about lower performances in people. So the next time you predict that silent guy at the back to fail to meet the quarterly targets and he does, you've again only yourself to blame.
I know, this basically turns inside out, that oft repeated saying - the more you expect, the more you lose. But a lot of research and experimenting has gone into these phenomenons, and all of them have confirmed the hypotheses. In fact, a study on the effect of higher or lower expectations of your boss/ supervisors/ professors bringing about higher or lower performances by them have also been proved to be right. This converse was studied by Feldman and Prohaska in 1979, and reaffirmed the concept of expectations turning into self-fulfilling prophecies, working in all directions.
So imagine the power of positive vibes and higher expectations in an organization. How it could lead to a significant increase in the efficiency and effectiveness of a team. Similarly consider for a moment how a pessimistic or biased teacher could easily pull down the grades of his/her students. Think about it, and its implications in an organization, or an educational institute, or even the society at large. Negativity would achieve nothing but failure, while a genuinely positive view of the people around you, and kind, encouraging and appreciating words or thoughts communicated to them could work wonders for you.
So next time you're gonna form a premature negative perception about that silent, eccentric guy at the back of the room, think again about your quarterly targets. And bring him to the front.
For his sake, and yours!
Cheers!
Ever guessed someone was not up to the mark and they proved you right?
Well, congratulations!
Or not.
As it turns out - you're not that great at guessing after all, and it was actually your preconceived notions and your expectation of your colleagues, subordinates, supervisors or peers that resulted in them performing well or poor.
The usual suspects come to be because of you and your perceptions!
Epicness! |
Management Lesson #2: The Pygmalion & Golem Effects
The Pygmalion Effect is a psychological phenomenon that encompasses the idea that what one expects of an individual becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The definition above and the explanations given below heavily borrow from the research paper titled "The Pygmalion Effect: A Self-fulfilling Prophecy" written by a Amy Beth Kramer in 2002. Hope she doesn't mind. Google for the complete work.
Her introduction as to the roots of the term are especially good - Reading literature on the psychological phenomenon known as the Pygmalion effect leads one to the Greek myth Pylfmalia, Pygmalion (a play by George Bernard Shaw), and the musical My Fair Lady. In the Greek myth, Pygmalion, a prince of Cyprus,
carved an ivory statue of his ideal woman. He fell in love with the statue and named his love Galatea. The prince's expectations were realized when Galatea was given life by Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. George Bernard Shaw wrote Pygmalion, which was the foundation for the musical My Fair Lady. In My Fair Lady a character by the name of Eliza Doolittle is transformed from a flower girl into a sophisticated lady by
professor Higgins who believed in her. The common theme in all three of these stories is that the expectations of one person can impact the actions of another.
Imagine you join as a manager of a team in a new organization. First day at work you look at trivial things about your team mates/ subordinates and form your own judgments, and hence expectations about them. You expect the smart looking, punctual one that asks a lot of questions to be your most valuable resource, the best performer in your team. The Pygmalion effect says that the odds are that that person really goes on to shine in the company, thanks to you.
The lesser known corollary is the Golem effect, which states that lower expectations tend to bring about lower performances in people. So the next time you predict that silent guy at the back to fail to meet the quarterly targets and he does, you've again only yourself to blame.
I know, this basically turns inside out, that oft repeated saying - the more you expect, the more you lose. But a lot of research and experimenting has gone into these phenomenons, and all of them have confirmed the hypotheses. In fact, a study on the effect of higher or lower expectations of your boss/ supervisors/ professors bringing about higher or lower performances by them have also been proved to be right. This converse was studied by Feldman and Prohaska in 1979, and reaffirmed the concept of expectations turning into self-fulfilling prophecies, working in all directions.
So imagine the power of positive vibes and higher expectations in an organization. How it could lead to a significant increase in the efficiency and effectiveness of a team. Similarly consider for a moment how a pessimistic or biased teacher could easily pull down the grades of his/her students. Think about it, and its implications in an organization, or an educational institute, or even the society at large. Negativity would achieve nothing but failure, while a genuinely positive view of the people around you, and kind, encouraging and appreciating words or thoughts communicated to them could work wonders for you.
So next time you're gonna form a premature negative perception about that silent, eccentric guy at the back of the room, think again about your quarterly targets. And bring him to the front.
For his sake, and yours!
Cheers!
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