Saturday, February 23, 2008

The Hierarchy

In corporate world you have Goldmines and Landmines. Those who find a goldmine - succeed, those who hit the land mine – perish. But those who find a goldmine and place a landmine over it – rule the place!

If you know the work, you are just a worker. If you don’t know but still strive to fake it, you are the senior worker. If all know, that you don’t know, but you still manage it, you are the manager. If you know your managers and don’t know what they manage in general, you are the General Manager. And when you bang the table and say, I need not know anything to manage everything, you are the TOP BOSS!

What we learn in our school and college, should be kept aside. Here it’s a delicate art. When to say, what to say, how to say, how much to say, whom to say and where to say? Type or talk? Mail or call? Who should read the mail and who should be kept off the list? This or that attachment? Which data should be sent and which shouldn’t be? When a mistake should be deliberate? When a fact should be revealed? When to call for a meeting, when to stay closed in a cabin? The list of this art will never end. If you have mastered all these, in worst of storms you will still float like a fallen tree.

If you are the worker, the sooner you alienate yourself from work, the faster you grow. Just be smart enough to convince the senior, that more you remain at work, greater the harm you may cause. Senior will understand. He did the same thing. Start looking for the bigger picture. If its not there, create one. But remember while you do that, you are standing on the smaller picture. Don’t worry, none above have the flexibility to bend and check what you are hiding.

If you are the senior, you should not work. You should fake it. Very soon you will be the manager if you start managing your fake art smartly. When its said ‘smartly’, the rule is simple. All mistakes are THEIRS, all accomplishments are MINE. You should be the header and footer expert. Insist all ideas to be sent as a document. Change the header and footer. Stamp your name on it and send as your idea. It works!

As a Manager you are above worries. People below will judge you but do nothing about it. People above can judge but won’t judge you. For judging, they need to know why and what you are supposed to manage. And never worry they won’t understand a bit of it. Time is ripe for you to ignore the body of the mail and worry about those is in the To and CC list.

When you get the cabin the message is clear. Now on everything is transparent. After all you are behind glass walls. But transparency ends there. Minus side is you are not direct ears to gossip. You must manage your managers to hear that. That’s what the requirement of the position is. The plus side is you can do anything. Watch You Tube, have a cam chat with your secretary who is at home, play games or bitch about your boss on Yahoo. Till your ears drums are vibrating fine, your job is secure.

When your managers do all the calculations and submit just the graphs to you, don’t trouble yourself to understand. Just nod your head. Be mean. Throw jargon. Ask mode and median. Keep throwing your gaze on your female subordinate outside and inside debate about dropping curves. Never allow a meeting to decide anything. Ask them to think and come back. Take graphs home, check with someone and next day decide. To decide you need not justify anything. You can decide because as General Manager you have the power to decide.

When you fly in business class, a chauffeur drops you at a sea facing star resort and you call up the General Manager – “So how things are going there?” you know you are sitting at the top. When alls bills are paid by the company, stay calm. People down under are working. Your worry should be your comfort. Ensure everything of yours belongs to the company. Door mat at the door, the furniture in the house, the house, the dog, the S class Merc… just about everything.

Only your boots are yours. And you can decide when to hang them!

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Our prayer for Rohit


The apple fell from the tree and Sir Newton did not eat it. Instead he made a discovery. I thought the apple went wasted. When my teacher taught gravity, I blamed Newton for my misery. In an attempt to drill it into my brains, my dad twisted my ears red enough to make the apple look pale. But ask me now. I may not understand the science behind it, but I salute the phenomenon behind the discovery of gravity. Reason, the naughty little brat – Rohit!

Minutes after he is awake from bed, he possesses the restlessness of a million nuclear fusions. Whole marble floor is dotted with his toys, utensils, tubes, bottles and any rubble that can be held, dragged and pushed by his tiny hands. Shout a NO, would look at you, and dilute the protest by a smile before getting on to the next naughty act.

All was fine till he developed a new fetish. A curious entertaining one for him, a costly draining one for us. Picks up just about anything in his way, carries to the grill of the balcony, drops it on to the parking driveway and presses his tiny head against the grill to stalk the falling object with his gaze. Once his ears acknowledge the thud he sprints back with determination to find another victim. Cell phone, ceramic cups, cloth hangers, shoes, spoons, combs, toys, pens, clothe clips, ear rings, purse almost everything in house has once prayed fervently for a parachute. I hope this curiosity subsides before he is big enough to lift the TV.

Yes, I ‘hope’ that curiosity to either subside or get matured by time. I would never dare to stop it. A shout, a pull of ear, a slap may very well strangulate it. It’s up to us how we allow him to experiment with that curiosity and keep alive the flame of creativity. Our job for him is cut out. Teach the basics, show the direction. Rest should be left to him and his learning from life. If he wants to be a racing jockey, I won’t force him to wear a tie and sell an insurance policy. His fundamentals should tell him that even if his horse fells him off the back, he should make peace, climb back and complete the ride.

Kids need direction and not dictation. Few moments with them and we cannot fail to realize the bundle of energy, enthusiasm and creativity that they are. They have an unquestionable yet very simple sense of logic and reasoning in place. And we as elders commit a sin to take that innocence away and teach them - two plus two cannot be always four.

Our prayer is clear. Grant him the sagacity to decide between the good and the bad. Let him know the art of meshing his passion with skills to create wealth. And as far as he goes, let him hold his head high in pride!