Sunday, March 13, 2011

Of Food Chains and Yardsticks


Of Food chains & Yardsticks

Warning: Another “Random: mixed bag” post- Do not try to dissect the logic of the Title.

Mayur and I were discussing yesterday how dormant our blogs have been. (To the extent that he had even forgotten the name of his own :D ) Well, as I told him, and again told Meggs today, I must have written like ten thousand blogposts since my last one - all in my mind (some even in my miles-long gchat conversations :-) ). There have been way too many things, quite a few emotions, quite a few new people, situations etc - that made my head launch into a story-telling mode at a supersonic speed internally. As always, my typing capabilities/motivations fail to keep up with the pace of thoughts inside my head- and that’s kind of annoying.

Without digressing, I’ll hit straight at the two thoughts that have been on my mind for long now (developing over the years) : 1) Foodchains and 2) Yardsticks

Yardsticks:

The other day, I was with some one I completely respect and really adore- always have and always will. A Highly ‘successful’ (rich, recognized) professional , who is also a very honest, compassionate and essentially a good human being, they (gender disclosure avoided) were meeting us right after a ‘reunion’ with some old (school/college) pals. After say, 25-35 whole years. Their face beaming with the joy of nostalgia, from having revisited the lanes of beautiful memories, I could totally appreciate what happy emotions their mind must be filled with- as they told us about some of their friends. Until, they said something that disturbed me a bit (the momentarily revisited innocence of youth wearing off, replaced by the less wholesome arrogance of worldly-wise-ness ) They said something to this effect, “it was interesting though..almost everyone was less than keen to talk about their professional lives … {insinuating that most did not have MUCH to talk about- except a couple of ‘winners’ like them-self} “almost scared to venture there.. they just kept going back to other topics” *flashing a smile of victory-almost-threatening to border-on-disregard-for their once ranks-no-thanks buddies*

Now, granted of course that everyone lets their hair/ their guard etc down with close ones at least..to bare the innermost thoughts- good or bad. Still, I found myself wondering… (though not articulating it aloud) – Really?? Are you really so smug about having supposedly outdone your peers in the race for success in life? And how exactly? Fatter paychecks? Bigger house(s)? Bigger titles? Fancier Awards and other insignia of professional achievement? No arguments that any of those other things would logically be considered as a feather in your cap. But is that all you think there is, to life- your life and that of others? (Deep down, I am sure they know it’s not!)

Did you find out if some of the non-remarkable looking (perhaps less expressive/ boastful?) buddies have had a more wholesome personal life (Or even a rewarding work-life for that matter-something of their liking/disposition, different from your own)? Or been a better friend, guide, parent, child, community member- simply by having been present, which you- despite your best intentions, may not have managed to? I am not saying that’s what happened. Just that, you don’t know an iota of how rich someone’s life story has been, unless you really know what it has been indeed. You do not really know if net-net, in life, they have had more moments of contented happiness, than you have- for whatever reasons. Or you two may have different yardsticks for success– although you are free to use your own, to discreetly measure the success of the other one.

But, in every society, people constantly over-indulge in this frivolous exercise. And it is this over-indulgence that I find most annoying.

To each one, his own. Didn’t the wise men say so?

It’s funny how this tendency creeps into the way most people raise children, dictate their goals, define their idea of success - imposing upon them, an inheritance of their own aspirations, their ambition and their grudges with life. Consequently, everyone gets chained in this race, by their own doing, constantly be-grudging the ones ahead of them in the race and hence, mocking at the ones behind them to relieve the pain of losing out to someone else. No one knows which one of them, is going to die with/-out a song on their lips and love by their side- only when perhaps one can really say if they are dying a happy person. Life is not one big common race that is finished for all together when the whistle blows- and the winners declared. Everyone steps out at their own time- having run their own course. You cannot simply outrun the others and win the race. Or let’s just say, you could do better by focusing on your own time-(out).

The race- one ahead of the other, brings me to the second thought: Foodchains


Foodchains develop in every distinct group – wherein creatures come together- working towards a set of collective goals (survival, success), furthering a subset of individual goals. Every ecosystem has a foodchain, and so does every society/organization. By definition, a Foodchain has the members of the group arranged in a hierarchy; in the human foodchains, those who possess greater power, control over societal resources are placed above the ones who possess the same in lesser degree. Hence, at the bottom of the pyramid, the power, control, resources may be zero or negative, while the top layer is loaded with all.

Like the foodchain occurring in the nature, at every layer, the members seek to protect themselves from those above them, and further their survival/ interests, by defense, or diplomacy, quid pro quo, or whatever possible measure. And they find the satisfaction/ pleasure of a similar relationship (roles reversed), with the layer(s) below them. What they lose out in one relationship, gets compensated in another. After all, man’s desire for power, control, and resources is universal and an intrinsic part of being an animate creature- with survival as its ultimate goal.

What does amuse me though (just as it does in the real food chain) – how easily we can switch between two completely opposite roles in our everyday lives: From being the ruthless, (power) hungry predator, to the cowering, pitiful prey.

The boss who, because of a bad mood from home, or having had an earful from his own manager, may vent his anger at his junior – by disregarding the latter’s personal or professional dignity, very often, justified only in terms of the advantage accrued to him in the power equation. The junior, indignant at being unduly exploited in his position of limitation, comes out with a bad mood and unloads his burden of the ire on anyone and everyone who is below him in the chain (For someone really junior, it could even be the zero-watt-power office boy, who has not served tea in time or breathed too loudly for the junior’s comfort)

At each level, a person feels wronged and decries the unjust violation of all principles of decent human behavior of those up above, and then to soothe his own bruised ego, replicates the model downwards- without batting an eyelid.

Reminds me of the amusing story they tell about the man who gets bitten by a dog his way to work one morning. It so happens that the man’s boss yells at him, the man comes home and yells at his son, the son, having no one to yell at..goes out and kicks at a dog to vent his frustration. The Dog does his *bit* the following day :-)

The Food chain behavior however, becomes, all the more annoying when simple manners get sacrificed at the altar of chained-behaviour. Words like “thank you”, “please”, “sorry”, “excuse me”, or even expressions/ body language, indicating such sentiments are used downwards not as frequently as upwards, or as the norms of civil behavior would call for. So, if a junior officer hands over something to useful you when asked, your mind does not signal, “hey.. that’s helpful.. and deserves a look of praise/thanks” .. but, “okay.. that’s what they’re supposed to do.” – or at best, “good ..they’ve done it”. But, get similar work done from any one above you and the first thoughts/ expressions are those of gratitude, acknowledgment, and even (arrgh ..i tell you) .. indebtedness.

There was a phase as back as in my school days, when I had discovered this unpleasant fact about human behavior. Depending on which level of the food chain you come from- in that moment/ context, your behavior gets interpreted and is treated in completely different fashions. For something as simple as:

Being “nice/ polite” to another fellow human in some situation: If you are a Top-er in the FC, and nice to someone below you, you are humble, munificent, kind and all things divine. If you are an FC peer, then you are merely a “decent” one, if you are a bottom-er vis-à-vis someone, then you are meek/weak/with little alternative options of behavior to the someone- Niceness is not considered a virtue but a default necessity.

Being unhelpful/ rude/ impolite to a fellow human: If you are a Top-er, well, that’s a given. Anyone below you, if they cannot avoid it from you, most would accept it as “normal” as how things are supposed to be. A peer would give it back to you or refuse to take it from you- may the best man win. If you are a bottom-er, god save you (though you donot seem to have access to divine resources/ benefits either..so don’t count on that!). A bottom-er’s bad mood/ flare-up/ tantrum is not entertained anywhere- not even by fellow bottomers. You are scum of the earth, behaving way beyond your station, and you get it back – worse than you gave it. You also risk being thrown out of the pyramid entirely. The struggle for survival ending with the elimination of the necessity of survival.

Consequently, many Top-ers (the un-initiated ones in the FC system/ society) are often advised to make a bold and explicit communication of their position in the FC vis-à-vis others, by behavior typical of that level just so that they get the “right” kind of treatment.

(Sample pieces of advice: “ Whyy are YOU calling THAT one ‘Sir’.. he is just a So-and-so here!” or “You don’t have to ASK for it like a request.. just TELL them you want this in such-and-such way or else”). Need I mention the most famous verbal qualification/badge any non-bottom-er worth his worthless bottom, carries around in India : “Do you know who I *AM*…I am so and so’s son’s-friend’s-dog’s-nephew’s-master’s-sister’s-bloody brother!”

For good or for bad, this system becomes self-reinforcing. Hence, a top-er not being “predatory” enough may be seen as a ‘soft touch’ – more suitable of being further down in the FC. Even those below him, thanks to the conditioning of behavior, will respond inadequately unless they see some fitting (predatory) behavior downwards – which now becomes their only trigger for appropriate action. Even someone starting in the top, with a clean slate in mind, after some induction, tends to fall in line with the rules of the system (which is often stronger than the strongest individual)- for predation does seem to get better response. And this vicious, self-sustaining cycle goes on- at each level.

Well, it seems that this is how nature designed he world though. And who are we to argue with nature’s big plan. Right? The model does seem to have survived very well for so long.

Footnote: As usual, all my you’s were conversational and not an accusation at the reader really, and all my thoughts/ observations – which may seem based on an extreme model of behavior/ thought, were mostly just that of course. Net-net, everything does balance itself out in this world- and for good.

Psst.. Have updated my about me to explain the rechristening of the blog.

Best,

The Kwibbler

Saturday, October 2, 2010

TOL: Thinking Out Loud

I am on a roll alright. Two posts in a single night! I haven’t done this in a long time now. Have the concentration/energy to do it today: list down a few realizations about myself. Clearly, this is a Thinking Out Loud exercise for the blogger, with little regard for the value add for the reader.

· I get ticked off.

o Off of people, mind you. People I might often choose to adopt into my circle against common “wisdom”, prescription, majority vote or whatever- coz there is always something about them- something unique in character, that draws affection/ respect or whatever from me. I guess most of us do this. This section of people may or may not be your dearest ones, but you count them as folks you happily know. But, over time , I have realized one thing about myself (maybe it’s universal?): While most of the times, It takes a lot of small things for one to ‘approve’ or ‘disapprove’ of someone… sometimes just one small thing they may do or say – might be the turn off. This might be something very minor or unimportant by normal standards, but that “uh –uh” moment/ feeling is enough to change things forever. “Change” may not necessarily mean a permanent SNAP-OFF, but a simple zing-gone-missing. Suddenly, your gut ‘disapproves’ and while relationship may not apparently change much, the warmth goes away. The essence is sapped. I can only guess that the GUT is not whimsical (I strongly believe this) – subconsciously, it studies a lot of facts over time and generates response/ feedback based on calculations. Once the gut gives a tick-off signal, the sentiment, approach- whatever, towards the person, changes forever. Regardless of what transpires later, what evidence or instances of intent contrary to the one displayed earlier, they present you with- the imprint of that one moment of truth, does not fade away. You may forgive, forget and move on, but, you really ‘move on’ – in terms of an emotional distance never to be bridged again. That’s perfectly fine I guess. (I swear by the power/wisdom of the GUT FEEL). Only, one must consciously try to make sure that this does not become a prejudice towards these people, spilling over to unrelated situations, drawing unfair responses from you. I guess.. that’s how I reckon it should work.

· I LOVE MS Office 2007.

o Seriously, I LOVE it. Got it on my laptop again a few days back, and have been gleefully just playing around with it. I LOVE it. Just adore the finish, the functionalities, the look, the feel- everything! Notice I am blogging again- rather passionately. I guess it has more to do with my love for MS Word 2007, than for blogging! MS Office 2007, I missed ya :)

· I sincerely believe in GUT Feel

o Believe you me, the GUT is not about a random, mood-based response. The GUT functions on calculations, logic and wisdom founded in a quick analysis of millions and millions of previous data points. So, while in the short term you might feel that the gut is advising contrary to obvious logic, it ain’t coz it’s stupid and random, but coz it has taken the immediate data point in the context of the millions of previous data points –some of which, your conscious brain may not even have recorded, for the purpose of decision making. Now, I am not saying The Gut is always correct- am just saying that it makes sense too. As for me, I always go by my gut. Yes- it might be wrong, but so can the cold logic based decision. At least doing what my gut tells me, makes me at peace inside.

· I suck at Time Management/ Management

o What can I say- My infamous two years of I – Hate- MBA cribbing had less to do with the faults with an MBA course and more with my issues with the art of Management. Actually, there is just one issue about that: I SUCK at it.

· Sleep

o I *need* to have time to just sleep.. for hours on end. Wake-up, not feel anxious/ guilty about sleeping “excessively” ..and royally, go back to sleeping. Only, I don’t want to deal with realization of the loss of time when I wake up eventually. Wish we could simply hold the hands of the clock for sleep. That would be awesome! I swear by the Holy HP that I truly believe in Sleep as the best form of meditation ( I once remember reading this in an interview with the Dalai Lama in Reader’s Digest, during my class x boards or some… when I was constantly dealing with guilty pangs of over-sleeping. I have respected him ever since!) But then, who can deny it? Sleep is God’s way of talking to us.. who wouldn’t agree? :D

· I have a fear of the sound of a ringing phone

o You probably won’t believe it. I can’t explain it very well myself. But I am SCARED of a phone ringing. Everytime it does ring, I wish it would STOP ringing. Every-single-time! Deep, deep, deep down- I hate telephonic conversations. I would avoid every single one, if I had my way. Only, I am not sure I would survive resultant loneliness and a-socialization to that extent! I am sure there is some kind of psychological explanation for this – some kind of insecurity, complex or something? The ringtone therefore makes me so uncomfortable- whenever I receive a call, my instant response is to first turn off the ringer..take a relief of a few seconds’ silence, and then attend the call.

Matters are further compounded when the phone rings when I am asleep. It kills me- seriously, I could be murdered very cleanly by using this psychological weapon: put me to sleep and keep ringing the phone. I keep crying inside (recoiling in discomfort)- wishing for someone to turn off the ringer, and the phone to never ring again. Thankfully, I am a sound sleeper, and many times, do not even register the sound of my phone ringing. But when I can- Oh Dear God! Help!

There are just 3-4 people in my family, whose calls do not evoke such a psychological response- AT ALL. Among friends, there have been just three: Shruti S. and Arpita during school days (And I’ll have to tick off Arpita too- in the last few months of School :D ) and Mannat- in Grad and till date :-)

Everybody else- Scary!

I would always prefer a face to face communication or SMS-ing (used to be a rather passionate SMS-er) over telecon. Anyday!

· I do not like to venture opinion about anything/anyone unless I truly feel I have studied the concept/ situation/ person adequately, and understand it/them fully.

o Not to say that I may not have gotten it all wrong. My understanding might be flawed (I would hope not, though!) but unless I am sure I have an analysis based on understanding, I would never like to pass observations, judgments etc . Unless it’s mandatory: like an exam, or some job demands. And mind you, I do not understand half the things in the world. Roads being one of them (ref: post below). Something I am highly uncomfortable with: people asking me to tell them my “understanding”/ “opinion” on someone I have barely met. This happens often now that I am in HR- as an HR professional; you are supposed to have that “eye” for people. Quick assessments, based on those limited interactions are like a reflection of how good an HR person you are. I religiously and consciously avoid reaching these quick assessments, and would rather rely on Psychometrics results, objective data on behavioural traits and attitudes – thrown up in detailed interviews etc to reach those conclusions. And of course, Gut Feel. Incidentally, my Gut has not responded so actively in these situations- coz, like I said- it is based on subconscious processing of huge amounts of data and frankly, I donot think I could have built that data base in studying human behavior – in just 23 years. I am sure 5-10 years down the line, the Gut would be more responsive, and I would possess the ‘people reading’ skill too. But until then, spare me the agony of making smart observations that spring out of nothing but woolly guesswork.

Boy, have I had a nice time doing this today! :) Three Cheers to Blogger. Three Cheers, MS Word 2007. I love youy guyz :D

The Road Ahead

So.. what do we have here? Given the very somber sounding title of this post, you’d think I am finally pondering over where my pointless life is headed to. Nah! I am cool with the pointlessness. It has served me rather well for the past 23 years.

This post is about one of the most deeply disturbing problems of my life. Disturbing, only coz the entire world out there (my co-workers, my seniors, my family, and my Autowallas) seem to have made it a happy obsession – to rub in painfully, as to how strange and lethal my handicap is. Although, left to my own devices, I would be blissfully happy and cool about it. Trust me :-|

The Problem? It’s the Road Ahead. Not metaphorically, but literally. Today, I lament over the poor spatial intelligence that I suffer from. (the poor-ness in other kinds of Intelligence shall be dealt with in future posts)

I say it. Loud and clear: I DO NOT understand roads. I CAN NOT tell road A from B, street 1 from 2, Mahatma Gandhi Marg from Khadag Singh Marg, Chanakyapuri from Halwapuri, or Inner Circle from Outer Circle!

It’s not like I haven’t tried. Well, I agree I started a bit late in the day… maybe 20 plus years was not an early sunrise- yet, what did they say about Jab Jago, tabhi Savera? Well, unless they were lying… shoot, I divert from the main issue here.

Anddd I am tired. Tired of :

1. The autowallas who love to rag ignorant passengers like me – everyday, by asking me (with a glint of evil mischief/or the impatient tell-me-now-which-way-and-don’t-bicker-later-on-for-high-fare-on-the-meter look in the eye)

2. The very loud disappointment/ anxiety of my family and concerned ones: Who seem to think it’s a miracle I manage to reach home everyday, given that my depth of road-knowledge extends to a full distance of .5 km (my colony road -> my auto road)

3. Seniors at work: I have had performance reviews … where conversation veered to a casual what’s-up-in-your-life-dear-employee direction (a part of the “employing the Whole Man” and not just his ‘hands’, funda, methinks) And, what would otherwise have been mere conversation filters … became unanticipated, insightful data points for the bosses. A very innocent “so..which route do you take by auto everyday?” plugged in carelessly JUST before they can talk about your deliverables etc, instead of eliciting a short and sweet standard reply, got a response from me that sounded something like this : “Erm.. Ohkay.. Uuh… I know I cross India Gate… ! But ..other than that … Ermm….*stupid grin* I am lost, sir!”

While, the senior, dumbstruck and amazed at my ignorance – forgot all about my work deliveries and launched a Q&A into how I miraculously get delivered from home to work and back- everyday!

4. Co-workers and miscellaneous acquaintances: They are the kind who post innocuous (often, signing off) queries : So, which route will you take from here? You need a drop home?- I am going through the xyz route-suits your route some way? I can comfortably tell them to cool off if they cannot precisely be of any help/ convenience. Say, I am to reach point A- tell me how I can get there, or if you can help. Don’t make me do the math/ geography unnecessarily!

I have tried everything : from google maps, to eyes-wide-open in the auto for 5 whole minutes, to random map drawing in my diary on my way from the railway station to home, and am still as blank as I was. And it’s annoying- people make it annoying for me :-(

Some marginal progress:

Last week, I took an auto to work (in a desperate late-as-usual- -willing to break all-traffic-rules mode)... told him to take the route which would avoid all CWG-single-lane-issues (a concern voiced by him)... and after enjoying the satisfaction of my total surrender to his wisdom, he went: “dont worry, I know what to do..”

With that assurance, I went back to reading my book (and while all through, I was worried about reaching late) BUT we reached bang on time..

While paying the fare, I asked him (having discovered the blockage free route- wanted to use it every day for the rest of the 15 days) .. “bhaiya ... hum kis route se aaye hain?”

and he reprimanded me.. (rather disrespectfully)- “yeh lo! aap ko pata hi nahi kis route se aaye hain.”.

then, knowledgeably went on to recite.. “sarojini nagar .. se sardarjung ... waha se man singh road.. aur yahan”

I was like ..okay, thanks! ( For a change, having memorised all 3 data pts in an instant)

and the next day, when this new autowalla asked me.. “kahan se le chalein..”, i took a blind shot.. ‘bhaiya .. wahi.. sarojini nagar .. se sardarjung ... phir man singh road.. aur..(open ended sounds)’

to which he responded, in instant understanding .. “haan .. bilkul wahin se chalna chahiye..”

:D :D

Well, thankfully , I have a face- saving, practical formula now – even if it sounds like “blah blah blah-blahblahblah- blah –BLAH” to me.

I do wish I could comprehend roads/ directions a little bit though- before dying. Maybe, I’ll take this up as a sincere hobby, post retirement.

Until then, I must live my life in complete oblivion about The Road Ahead.

Both- literally, and metaphorically.

Not-at-her-happiest-Best,

Shruti