Monday, March 9, 2026

The Cosmic Disco of Lord Shiva!

In nearly 30 years of working in the corporate world in India, I have come across many characters. Some were close colleagues, some were mentors, some went far, some fell by the wayside. Some of my best lessons were from those who taught me how NOT to be a leader. Some unforgettable lessons in humility were from people who grew from very humble backgrounds to unimaginable levels through pure talent and intelligence.

Some are long associations, others are fleeting memories, and yet others – while being a blip in the memory-radar – are burnt into the hippocampus. They suddenly come to mind with a word, phrase, sight, sound or smell, like an annoying doorbell on a drowsy Saturday afternoon. No matter how you loathe it, you have to leave your vegetative state and walk up to the door.

Last night in a WhatsApp exchange with my nephew, this person popped into the foreground of my conscience. I don’t remember his name but the face is clear in my mind. He was a well-to-do guy from a deep rural area somewhere on the banks of the Godavari, or was it Krishna – one of those at any rate. He was very sharp, high-IQ, technically one of the most brilliant minds, but a veritable simpleton, uninitiated into the vagaries of the cosmopolitan society.

There was a day on which I had asked a few team members to come home. Or was it waiting for people at some location? The others were taking their time but this guy turned up early. I made an effort to tell myself not to be snobbish, and turned to him brightly for conversation. It turned out that he was as curious about me as I was about him. He was not being intrusive, but genuinely interested in how to spend his time in Bangalore.

Of course, I became the paragon of hobby-guidance. I asked him about his interests, spoke about how the drama scene – yes, even Telugu drama – was pretty good in Bangalore, how he could go around and see places in the city, told him to visit Kokkare Bellur with friends, asked him about his interest in ancient architecture, etc.

I realised that I could not gauge whether he was following me. When I stopped and allowed him to speak, he asked me about music. So, I told him about Carnatic concerts in Bangalore, fusion music concerts, rock shows in the Palace Grounds, etc. There was no point mentioning Deep Purple by name.

Then, after a thoughtful pause, he hit me with, “Do you go to discos?”

That threw me right off! Oh, was that what he wanted? He wanted to explore the pub and discotheque scene in Bangalore! He was asking about Guzzler’s Inn and I was telling him about Muthuswamy Dikshitar! I changed direction, spoke about how Bangalore used to have a great discotheque scene, about Zero-G and Spinn and how some illegal activities spoilt it all. I told him about the Cinderella Rule, the 11:15 shut off, etc.

I stopped. He was clearly bewildered. “What exactly are you looking for?”, I asked him.

“I like all discos but usually Shiva discos”, he said. I was stunned. My prejudiced mind had attained Shinkansen speeds and was not slowing down.

I thought maybe they have something like this in their village. Dancing places with various God themes? Maybe they have bhaang in a Shiva disco? How does that work?

“What is that?”, I asked him. “Is that something that happens in your hometown?”

“In my native”, he started. Another huge pet-peeve of mine, bringing out my snob. I could not possibly expect him to say “native place” or “hometown”, but I was as prejudiced as Lady Catherine de Bourgh at a milkmaid's wedding.

“They tell such stories. Sometimes also Ramayana and Mahabharata”, he concluded!

It hit me like the entire set of one lakh bricks lining the dockyard at Lothal.

DISCOURSE!

He had been asking me if I went to discourses! Back to the great Dikshitar then!

I suddenly realised that I was mentally exhausted. I told him that unfortunately, I did not go to discourses. I did very rarely if it was a part of a set of concerts, but not very often. I was then rescued by others arriving. Or perhaps, HE was rescued from me!

I don’t know if I remembered and ever mentioned this incident to anyone, but it suddenly flashed last night after a few dormant decades!

I hope that guy is doing well. And I hope I have learned to be humble and non-judgmental in the intervening years!

Monday, March 10, 2025

Randomness

Every religion makes out its respective God to be omnipresent and omnipotent. Of course, some Gods are angry, bossy, vindictive and come up with random rules and apply punishments. I have always grown up knowing the Gods to be ever-benevolent, protector of the weak, friend of the needy amd always maintaining equanimity.

In my mythology, the only time Gods or Goddesses get angry and unleash their powers of destruction is when evil, demonic forces take over the seven worlds and destroy all righteousness in it.

Krishna says that he – as Vishnu – creates himself in various forms to destroy evil – “अभ्युत्थानमधर्मस्य तदात्मानं सृजाम्यहम– whenever there is a complete depletion of righteousness – “यदा यदा हि धर्मस्य ग्लानिर्भवति” – Chapter 4, Sloka 7 of the & Gita.

But if this God, this primal-energy, this ever-pervading and all-permeating force, is in every little and big thing, in every sub-atomic particle and celestial body in the universe – and He/She/It is so benevolent, then how is it allowed that an innocent child, only 9 years old, suffers the most horrendous of diseases, withers and vanishes in a few days?

Is there any justification to this? Is there any meaning to this? Scientific, spiritual, super-natural, astrological, emotional, fatalistic, all escape routes for the mind to try and make sense out of the situation, fail. The brain is left grappling at nothingness – trying to find a reason where one does not exist.

When Hiranayakashipu asks where his Narayana is, Prahalada tells him, among other things, “ஓர் தன்மை அணுவினைச் சத கூறிட்ட கோணினும் உளன்.” - Yuddha Kandam, Kamba Ramayanam.

If you take an atomic particle (aNu) of a single characteristic (indivisible) and make a hundred parts of it, he exists in each piece. If he does, then he existed in each cell of this precious child. He pervaded each protein of each strand of her DNA. Then why would the cells mutate and start attacking its own? Why would they grow uncontrollably malignant and cause immeasurable pain to a guiltless baby?

I still feel that she is going to ring the doorbell and play “the floor is lava” with my daughter once again.

When my kid goes downstairs to play at the swings, she acutely feels the other swing beside her bereft of her best friend, gets off, climbs and sits on top of the slide to think.

Other kids rally around. Smaller ones who never played with her come around and try to get her to run around and play. They acknowledge the situation briefly, say “I don’t want to talk about it”, and then they keep themselves occupied.

There is God in these kids who instinctively know how to get over their loss, support each other and move on.

There is God in the older kids who have made the older brother come down and play and keep him engaged.

There is God in the neurosurgeon who spent 14 hours on surgery on the little one and still kept with her and the family throughout. She must also have a family and her own life, but these people dedicate their lives to save and give better lives to others. How tough she must be to be a peadiatric neurosurgeon!

There is God in friends who are trying to spend time with the parents and distract them, albeit an impossible task.

So, the God is in the humans.

Kabir says:

जैसे तिल में तेल है, ज्यों चकमक में आग, तेरा साईं तुझ में है, तू जाग सके तो जाग

Like there is oil in the sesame seed,
Like there is fire in the flintstone indeed.
Your God is inside of you,
Wake up if you can, do!

There is God in these humans, sure. There is God in nature too.

Voltaire wondered about the clock existing without the clockmaker, but it was rather the work of Dawkins’ blind watchmaker. Nature itself is this God which self-created all these wonderful things.

And the essence of evolution itself is randomness, isn’t it? Then if it is not an all-seeing watchmaker but a blind one stumbling through millions of years of trail and error, it makes more sense to me.

All these Gods exist. But that all-seeing, all-knowing, all-pervading, all-benevolent one, does not. Life is just a series of random events. A random cell mutates and causes havoc. The child ceases to exist. That’s all there is to it.

There is no meaning to any of this. There is no higher power who has any control. There is no fate which is pre-ordained.

 It is all random set of events which occur by themselves, and nobody has any control of what has happened or will happen.

 Sage Jabali says to Rama:

स न अस्ति परम् इत्य् एव कुरु बुद्धिम् महा मते |
प्रत्यक्षम् यत् तद् आतिष्ठ परोक्षम् पृष्ठतः कुरु ||

- Ayodhya Kanda, Sarga 108, Sloka 18: Valmiki Ramayana

There is nothing beyond the visible universe. There is nothing apart from the perceived reality. Turn your back on anything else that is beyond the knowledge of our senses.

Just like the Bruhadaranyaka upanishad’s reality argument that the scholar Gargi poses to Yagnyavalka.

 Everything happens at random.

Wednesday, October 9, 2024

Navadurga Stories

On the 3rd day of Navaratri, someone asked the story behind the name of the Navadurga in my apartment Whatsapp group and I posted a short message. Everyone got interested and asked for the other stories as well, so I gave been posting each day. Compiling all those posts into this blog.

Day 1 story is pretty well known.

Sati's father Daksha is opposed to her wedding with Shiva because he is a dirty fellow always roaming around graveyards, etc.

To spite Shiva he performs a yagna and does not invite him. Sati says she will go because it's her house but Shiva refuses to go with her.

When she reaches, Daksha and his crowd berate her and her husband. At one point Sati jumps into the yagna fire and gives up her life.

Shiva is livid and he creates Veerabhadra out of his anger. Veerabhadra and Shiva's ganas destroy the yagna and Daksha.

Shiva takes Sati's burnt body and starts dancing the rudra tandava. The entire universe is on the verge of destruction.

Vishnu employs Sudarshana chakra on her body and different parts fall on the Earth in different places, forming the Shakti Peethas.

Now Tarakasura becomes all powerful and it is prophesied that he can be killed only by the son of Shiva.

To make this happen, Sati is born as the daughter of Himalaya, the God who is the king of all mountains.

Thus Shailaputri - शैलपुत्री daughter of the mountain. That's the Durga of the first day.

Day 2

Parvati - also translating directly to "daughter of the mountain" - is growing up in Oshadhiprastha, the capital of Himavaan. She roams around in the mountains and comes across Shiva in deep tapasya. She immediately knows that she needs to attain him.

Despite her mother's initial hesitation (she says "Girl, don't" which is "उ मा" thus giving her the name Uma), she keeps going there and trying to get Shiva to notice her.

To expedite the birth of Kumara, the Devas send Kamadeva to use his arrow on Shiva. Shiva opens his 3rd eye and burns Kamadeva. After Rathi pleads with him, Kamadeva is reborn but without form.

Despite this setback, Parvati continues. She joins a guru's ashram and learns all the proper ways of doing penances by becoming a Brahmacharini.

This is her 2nd day form - Brahmacharini. ब्रह्मचारिणी 

Day 3

When Parvati gets married and moves into Shiva's place (cave), she finds it very untidy and starts cleaning it and dusting the cobwebs. Tarakasura, wanting to delay the birth of his nemesis, sends Jakutasura - in the form of bats - to keep her home untidy.

By this time Shiva has commenced his tapasya but he reminds Parvati that she is Shakti and Prakruti and she can easily fight the asura.

In the dead of the night, the bats can "see" through sound and she cannot. So she asks the moon for help. Chandra comes and sits on her forehead to give her light 🌙 - चंद्रः

Then she uses a bell to confuse the bats - घण्टा.

Grey wolves come to back her up as her army and together they defeat and kill Jatukasura and his bat army.

Thus चंद्रघण्टा - Chandraghanta - and thus the colour grey.

On Day 4 the Devi is Kushmanda.

Ku-ushma means a bit of heat. Anda is from brahmanda - the cosmic egg which burst and formed the universe.

Mali and Sumali are two Asuras who want to avenge Jatukasura. They perform severe tapas aimed at Lord Shiva. Shiva is very happy with them but has still not appeared in front of them.

At this stage, Mali and Sumali begin to glow with the power of their penance. Their glow is so much that it starts exceeding that of the Sun!

The Sun God becomes so fascinated by it, that he leaves his set path and movews in closer to see them. Despite warnings, he comes so close that Mali and Sumali are reduced to ashes.

Shiva is furious and he kills the Sun God with his trishula. The Solar System is not only plunged to darkness but the planets are imbalanced and go haywire because of the sudden lack of gravity.

Shiva realises what he has done in his anger. He asks Parvati to help, reminding her that she is the lokamata - mother of the universe.

Parvati uses her inner heat (उष्मा) a little of it (कूष्मा) and recreates the cosmic egg (ब्रह्माण्डं); to bring back light and heat to the universe - thus कूष्माण्डा Kushmanda.

Maharishi Kashyapa - the father of the Devas - curses Shiva that he will kill his own son.

Parvati calls Maharishi Kashyapa and Aditi - the mother of the Gods - fills a pot with their blood, and converts this blood into Amrita - Ambrosia. Rishi Kashyapa uses this to revive Surya, restoring the balance in the universe.

For this, Kahsyapa grants a boon to Parvati that she will have a son who is revered as the universal God.

Thus both Shiva's curse and Parvati's boon are combined to form Lord Ganesha.

Day 5

Skandamata - the mother of Kartikeya.

The story of Kumara's birth is a bit NSFW, but over the years it has been already clad in presentable clothes.

So the Devas contrived to get Shiva and Parvati married so that their son can kill Taraka, but these two have shown no signs of the baby coming any time, although they have been at it for ages.

So the Devas form a small committee under Indra and visit Mt. Kailash to ask them. Unfortunately they arrive to disturb the couple at the wrong time.

I am sure that in ancient times when the Skandapurana was written or even when Kalidasa wrote Kumarasambhavam (कुमारसम्भवम्), there was no restriction in expressing yourselves. So the stories are pretty explicit. Meanwhile, it has been more than 500 years since we have lived under the taboos that Europeans brought.

Amar Chitra Katha says, "Six sparks emanate out of Shiva's third eye". 

The said "sparks" or the stuff they are euphemism for, are too hot to handle for Vayu and even Agni himself gets burnt.

So Ganga takes the stuff with great difficulty and throws it into the Saravana Lake. There is a Saravana Poigai present near Palani.

On the lake there are six big lotuses into which it falls and forms six babies. The Karthika sisters (Pleaides constellation) have been created for this very purpose and they are waiting in the sky for the birth of these babies. At an instant they are at the babies' side and they start looking after them.

Once the babies have grown a bit, the parents come to see them. They run to Parvati and she embraces them all together. At once they become a single baby with six heads - the baby you see in images of Skandamata. स्कंदमाता

Not sure about the meaning of the word Skanda but I have read somewhere that it could mean born short or born early.

Once Skanda, Kartikeya, Kumara, Saravana, Shanmukha - whatever you want to call him - is ready, he gathers an army under his general Veerabahu.

Shakti herself hands over her Shoola to him as his weapon. He is always depicted with his Shoola - or Vel (வேல்) in Tamil.

Then he goes on to defeat Tarakasura and his brothers.

That's the story of Skandamata.

Day 6

It is Shashti today. This is when it starts.

Since Brahma says that he cannot grant Mahishasura immortality, he asks to be not killed by a man or God. He is arrogant enough to think that a woman cannot possibly defeat him.

His atrocities extend to all the worlds. The Devas are thrown out of Amaravati and there is chaos perpetrated by Mahisha's hordes everywhere.

The Devas go to Vishnu who calls Shiva and Brahma. The combined anger of the Trinity and the Devas together come out as blinding beams of light and form a ball of fire.

Maharishi Katyanana, who has always done tapas to get the mother goddess as his daughter, volunteers to give shape to this light.

The Devi emerges resplendent from the rage of all the Gods, against the evil. Maharishi Katyanana is the first to worship her, although she is his daughter.

She is Katyayani - कात्यायनी 

The Trinity and all the Gods worship the Devi. Shiva presents her with his trishula, Vishnu with his Sudarshana Chakra, Indra with his Vajrayuda, Airavata with his bell, Vishwakarma with a sword and shield. Agni, Varuna, Vayu, Prajapati, the Ashwinis, the ocean of milk, Brahma; she is adorned by the weapons and ornaments given by all the Devas.

In all her splendour, she seats herself on the Vindhyas. She is Vindhyavasini. She is Koushiki.

The daityas Shumba and Nishumbha are immediately besotted and they seek her out. She uses the most charming voice to tell them that only he who defeats her in battle can win her hand.

When this reaches Mahishasura, he is angry at her arrogance, but still dismissive. He asks his legions to capture her for him.

Dhoomralochana, with his several akshouhinis of army attacks her. The Devi steps forward and utters a humkara. The simple syllable "hum" reverberates around the world. Dhoomralochana and his army are instantly burnt to cinder, "like dried firewood".

Chanda and Munda come next and after a fierce battle her lion pins them down and she beheads them. She is the destroyer of Chanda and Munda. She is Chamundi.

She takes multiple forms - Durga, Ambika, etc. to defeat Shumba and Nishumbha who come at her insulting her with profanities.

Finally Mahishasura sends his minister Raktabeeja. Ambika steps forward and easily kills him.

Raktabeejasura regenerates in the hundreds s with every drop of his blood falling on the ground.

Suddenly there are a thousand Raktabeejas fighting together.

This is the prelude to tomorrow's story.

Day 7

Today is the day of Kalaratri.

When Chamundi is fighting Raktabeejasura, she realises that when every drop of his blood falls on the ground several Raktabeejas emerge. Suddenly she is fighting hundreds of Raktabeejas and more keep getting formed.

She manifests another form of herself. A dark form, dishevelled and unkempt. She represents the dark of the night. She is the goddess Kali. She is Kalaratri - कालरात्रि.

Chamundi asks Kali to help her with Raktabeeja's clones. This is when the dark goddess stretches out her tongue and starts drinking up all the blood as it falls.

Chamundi continues to kill all the Raktabeejas and Kalaratri continues to drink their blood before it falls on the ground. This goes on and on until the entire horde of Raktabeejas are exterminated.

Kali does not stop her frenzy. She continues to destroy everyone and everything that comes in her path. There is no way to stop her until Shiva himself stoops down and lays himself down at her feet. Seeing Shiva below her toes snaps her back to senses and she calms down.

She is the darkest part of the dark night. She is Maharatri. She is the dreamy part of the half-awake night. She is Moharatri.

Kala means black and represents her dark and nocturnal nature. Kala काल also means time and she is the one who eats up time when the universe comes to an end.

She is Kalaratri - कालरात्रि

Day 8

Our mythology and folklore seldom follow a linear timeline. Oftentimes, even at the expense of causality, we go back and forth in our narration.

When Parvati takes up her penance as Brahmacharini she has to perform severe austerities under the burning Sun and her skin turns dark with it.

At the time she takes up the role of Durga and is sequentially killing the demons leading up to Mahishasura, she still retains that nature. It hasn't held her back with anything until now.

However, only someone pristine, white and clean will be able to kill Shumbha and Nishumbha.

Shiva and Brahma consult over this and at Brahma's suggestion, Shiva keeps making fun of her as black and dirty. This irks her and she takes up a penance towards Brahma. Brahma is pleased but expresses his inability to make this happen.

He suggests turning to Ganga. On bathing in the Ganga, the Goddess emerges clean, prestine and with glowing golden skin. She is riding on a white bull, wears white clothes and white ornaments.

She is Mahagauri - महागौरी, the highly white one, the clean one.

Then she finds out that the Devas are praying to her and goes forth and destroys Shumbha and Nishumbha.

Before you jump into allegations of colourism, consider the contrast between the Devi's two forms as Kalaratri and Mahagauri.

Kali is completely irreverent. She doesn't care about regulations, conventions, societal norms or anything else.

Kali has dark and dirty skin. She parties through the night with Shiva. She drinks wine, smokes pot and has wild sex with him. She doesn't wear any clothes, does not care about her dishevelled hair, does not remove bodily hair from anywhere and dances the night away to wild drumming.

But that is the form, wildness and fierceness needed when she needs to deal with unconventional problems like Raktabeeja.

In contrast, Mahagauri has glowing golden skin, wears prestine white clothes, has groomed herself to perfection, wears resplendent ornaments and is overall sedate, sober, demure and compliant.

That is what is needed to deal with drooling idiots like Shumbha and Nishumbha.

She is entitled to both her forms. She can choose whichever she wants and change from one form to another when she wishes. That is her prerogative. That is her power as Shakti.

Day 9

Today the Goddess is the primordial energy, the light that created the universe. There is nothing, no time, no space and no concept of the universe.

Then a bright light spreads and takes the form of a woman. She is the Mahashakti who creates Rudra, Vishnu and Brahma.

She assigns them the task of tapasya. They meditate on her for many thousand years before she considers them worthy of attainment - siddhi.

Siddhi is variously described as enlightenment, paranormal, magical and supernatural powers, etc. on any of the websites I tried to visit. However I feel that "attainment" is the closest English term for it. Open for corrections.

Once she is pleased with their tapasya, she appears before them as Siddhidatri - सिद्धिदात्री.

Siddhidatri has four arms with shankha, chakra, gada and padma in each of them - conch, discus, mace and lotus. She is variously depicted as being seated on a lion or a lotus in our usual iconography.

She gives the power of creation to Brahma, the job of protection of the worlds to Vishnu and its destruction at the appropriate times, to Rudra.

She creates the seven worlds, the nine planets, makes the stars and constellations and creates all plants and animals.

She also creates the Devas and all other celestial beings including Gandharvas, Yakshas, Kinnaras, Kimpurushas, Vasus and others.

She creates two parts - the masculine and the feminine - in everything.

Once she has assigned the responsibilities to the Trinity; she then bestows them with the eight siddhis or powers which they have attained.

The ashta siddhis are Anima अनिमा making oneself infinitesimally small, Mahima महिमा making oneself infinitely large, Garima गरिमा making oneself infinitely heavy, Laghima लघिमा making oneself completely weightless, Prapti प्राप्ति being present everywhere - omniprescence, Prakambya प्रकम्य getting whatever one desires, Ishitva ईशित्व having control over all beings and things, and Vashitva वशित्व ability to keep all beings under one's spell or attraction.

Apart from the eight Siddhis, she also bestows nine wealths on them. I am not elaborating on the nidhis because I am not sure what they are meant for etc., especially because they are padma, mahapadma, kachchapa, shankha, makara... lotus, great lotus, tortoise, conch, ... needs more reasearch.

Tulsidas calls Lord Hanuman as:

अष्ट सिद्धि नव निधि के दाता

ashta siddhi nava nidhi ke data

But the OG अष्ट सिद्धि नव निधि की दात्री is the Devi Mahashakti. She is सिद्धिदात्री - Siddhidatri.

I know we haven't completed the victory of good over evil yet. Mahishasura is still alive. This is the story of Vijaya Dashami. I will pen it down tomorrow.

Happy Mahanavami.

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Vijayadashami

It is the Dusshera day. It is the day after the nine days of Navaratri.

Vijaya Dashami, the victorious 10th phase of the moon.

Mahishasura has seen the downfall of all his hordes of demons. He thought a mere woman, a beautiful one at that, can be subjugated easily and made his own. He was wrong and how!

Enraged beyond words, he comes to the battlefield himself, in his buffalo form. He is half-man and half-buffalo, but is also capable of changing shape to any animal form.

Durga, the demure, soft and beautiful woman whom he has been told about, is now towering above the world! She has taken many forms and is now a brutal set of ferocious warriors!

Taken aback, he cannot stop himself and rushes at the Devi and her various forms. He is a strong and skillful battler himself and cannot be just blown away. The ensuing battle is fierce, it goes on for many days.

He changes his form and rushes at her as many different animals. She is more than equal to the task.

At last, he takes his buffalo form again and charges at her. Her figure grows colossal. She steps forward and uses her trident 🔱, Shiva's trishul, on the beast's neck.

She is Mahishasuramardini - महिषासुरमर्दिनी .

The monster who tortured all the worlds for many eons is vanquished.

All the Devas and the Trinity come forward and worship her, as calm returns to the face of the Mother. The Good has, once more, overcome the Evil.

What is this Good and Evil though? Is it just a story? If not, does it depict events that keep happening in real life? Yes, but if we try to map this story to the outside world, each of us comes up with a different version.

The real clash is on the inside. Mahishasura represents the ego. The stubborn, the inflexible, the intractable, the adamant.

The power of ego destroys all harmony. Indra and the Devas represent the Indrias - the senses. The Devas, the world and its people and everything else represent all that is good within a person. Righteousness, compassion, universal love, selflessness; these attributes are subjugated by the powerful ego.

Ego brings with it all its cronies - lust, greed, rage, laziness and pride.

To subjugate the masculine ego and stubbornness - the masculine does not mean only males, everyone has both the masculine and the feminine within them - the feminine self-consciousness, will power and determination are needed. In reality there is a thin line between stubbornness and determination, but that discernment is necessary.

Conscience starts off by looking like a soft easy thing - the Devi says ever so softly that only someone who has defeated her in war can have her hand.

Lust and greed - Shumbha-Nishumbha and Chanda-Munda - think that it will be easy to subjugate her and make her a slave to their master - the ego.

However, when they come near, conscience grows in stature and shows her real form.

She conquers the vices one by one. Some of them are easy to conquer. Some of them like Raktabeeja regenerate and keep multiplying, like an addiction or lust that refuses to go away. To counter these she has to become fierce and unorthodox, like Kali. But will-power is willing to do anything to destroy desire.

Finally ego comes forward. It takes various forms to attack consciousness - makes several excuses to keep the status quo - but she is up to it all; in the end prevailing over the stubborn buffalo of the ego.

The senses and the good attributes are now free from the ego and desires. They can tread the righteous path again.

The struggle is within. Mahishasura is within. The Devi is within.

Kabir says:

जैसे तिल में तेल है, ज्यों चकमक में आग 

तेरा सायीं तुझमें है, जाग सके तो जाग।

Like there is oil in the sesame seed 

Like there is fire in the flint stone 

Your God is within you,

If you can wake up, do!

If you reached all the way here, thank you for bearing with my rant-like and lecturing tone today. This is not just my interpretation though, I have read this line of thought expressed by many others and I have merely rehashed the ideas in my own words.

Thank you.


Friday, September 20, 2024

Don't Be That Manager!

 

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome.
                            - Julius Caesar, Act I, Sc 1.

I joined work fresh from college, was assigned trainings for 2 months and then was slotted into a particular module of a new project. The module lead was a first-time manager, coming from a factory background. The office was in a (then) remote location and we had 8 office buses from and to the city (a fourth of today’s size, or even a fifth).

The regular buses would leave office at 5.45 and shuttle busses at 6.30 and 7.30. The man would call me from Europe at my desk phone, exactly at 5.45, to ensure that I had not taken the regular bus home! Despite many late evenings and some all-nighters, the guy who regularly took the 7.30 shuttle in full view of the boss, was the one who got the “exceeded expectations” rating in the team.

He taught me a lot, that first manager of mine. He deeply ingrained in me that I should NOT be the manager that he was! I learnt about the above and many other characteristics that I should not have as a manager myself.

It has been 28 years since then. The world has gone topsy-turvy. Generations of managers have changed.

I thought by now managers have realized this is the knowledge industry and not a sweatshop! People know how to do their work and more than 90% of them do their work as long as they are given the required resources and training. If you be a servant-leader and remove their obstacles, they will deliver every time on their own, without pushing or goading. I have fooled myself into feeling a sense of pride that managers have changed and work with empathy and understanding. I have thought that we have created the next generation of managers who are even better than us in this.

Has anything changed, though? 16-18 hours of work is still celebrated, rewarded and bragged about on LinkedIn! Those who burn-out are still looked down upon and dissed as wussies, in person and on LinkedIn! There is a big show about mental health and fitness but when push comes to shove, they are all pushed and shoved under the budget and schedule carpets.

And now young professionals are dying of work stress! Dying! Three of them, in recent knowledge, taken away because their bosses played God with their careers, belittled them in front of others for having a breakdown and made them work up to 20 hours a day including on holidays and weekends! What great profit and GDP improvement do these people achieve by ruining physical and mental health of their reportees?

Don’t be that manager!

Don’t make your people accumulate their leaves to the point where they would apply for leave encashment or apply for mandatory leaves and still end up working! No amount of work pressure or targets are worth everyone in the team not taking any vacation for the entire year! Encourage your people to take vacations. Encourage them to celebrate and observe their festivals. Ensure that they have their national holidays off. Don’t get them to work on Independence Day and Deepawali until 8.30pm and then go on Twitter to rant about how Indian culture is depleting!

Don’t be that manager!

Don’t call people when they are down sick and ask them to finish that document or that presentation! If you are not competent enough to cover for a reportee on sick days, then why are you in a senior position? Yes, there will be a 5-10% who will fall sick to watch Kohli’s century (or Bumrah’s fifer), but it is worth tolerating them instead of torturing the remaining 90%!

Don’t be that manager!

Empathise with people’s situations, listen to their problems and work with them to find solutions. Nobody wants to tell you their personal troubles because they want to skive off work! You won’t believe the kind of work ethic people will show after you help them out once or twice when they want to take unplanned time off. If you crack the whip and get them to work when their child or parent needs looking after, they will turn into the shirker that you fear they are!

Don’t be that manager!

Yes, there will be project pressure. Yes, there will be all-nighters! Yes, there will be a time when everyone works for 20 hours for 5 or 6 days together! But if you cannot limit those 20-hour days to a max of 2 weeks at a time once in 6 months or so, then it is your failure as a manager. It is your lack of planning for resources, it is your wrong estimation and scheduling! Don’t punish the rest of your team for your incompetence!

And if you are watching the World Cup when your team is slogging 18 hours a day, then you are scum who doesn’t even deserve to be anywhere in the corporate world!

Don’t be that sadistic homicidal maniac! Don't be that slave-driver! Don’t spoil young lives and minds!

Kabir says:

दया-भाव हिरदय नहीं, ज्ञान कथे बेहद ।

ते नर नरक हि जायेंगे, सुनि सुनि साखी शब्द ॥

The ones who don’t have any empathy in their hearts, but only spew out endless wisdom to others, will go to hell and take their meaningless words with them!

Monday, August 14, 2023

Playing it by the ear!

 “I've come up with a set of rules that describe our reactions to technologies:

1. Anything that is in the world when you’re born is normal and ordinary and is just a natural part of the way the world works.

2. Anything that's invented between when you’re fifteen and thirty-five is new and exciting and revolutionary and you can probably get a career in it.

3. Anything invented after you're thirty-five is against the natural order of things.”

― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt

 

In eighth or ninth standard, we had an essay by R.K. Narayan called "Toasted English". He 'roasts' - in modern terminology - the gimmicks and contrivances that Americans have reduced their vocabulary of English words into. He even starts from the word "Yeah" and says how it cannot be used to address a person, as in "Yeah sir" or "Yeah darling".

 

I might not have had clearly formed ideas, but my general feeling was that this uncle – albeit an accomplished English author uncle – had a problem with such English usages 30 or 40 years ago, but they seem fine to me today! And I dismissed it with that "these old people!" kind of a sentiment. Did I dismiss it though? I don't seem to have done so because I remember it to this day, 40 years later! Clearly it must have struck a chord somewhere, as I ended up being an ultra-pedantic grammar Nazi myself!

 

Surely, what DNA says about technology in the above quote is also true about language usage, irrespective of the language in question! I myself (Yeah, I know! I’m only using the reflexive pronoun for emphasis!) used rebellious new terms while in college, which my parents and aunts disapproved of, while today, I turn up my nose against SMS lingo or seemingly dumbed down GenZ usages, which are high-key sus AF that I would like to yeet them out of the window, no cap!

 

“Basis” is my new pet-peeve. “Basis your assessment, we are taking the candidate through to the next round”. Cue uncontrollable gnashing of my teeth and a gargantuan urge to take the marker to the whiteboard for an impromptu English lecture. I will come to “impromptu” soon.

 

Did older people react the same way when everyone started using “cue” the way I have used it above? Should I have said, “That is my cue to uncontrollably gnashing my teeth…”, instead?

 

I cringe each time I hear “Basis” used in this manner. It should be either “On the basis of…” or “Based on…” not just “Basis”, surely!

 

But I have now heard it being used by, not only Indians and Germans, whom I regularly work with but also Americans, and – inexplicably, to me – Britishers. I must now reconcile to the fact that all the new-fangled MBA types will continue to say, “Basis this audit report …” and I will continue to wince in grammatical agony.

 

Another word, which is not a matter of usage or opinion, but simply wrongly used, is “improvise”. There is no forgiveness in heaven or earth for this.

 

“There are a few open bugs, but we will improvise the software in the next version”. What?! Here we are with a full-fledged Product Manager, Program Manager, processes for design, development, unit, integration and system test cycles and so much time and money spent into automation; and we are talking about improvising the software”!

 

Here I haven’t been able to hold back. There is no end to the number of times I have individually and collectively lectured people on this word, but I don’t think anyone understands. They just give me an incredulous "Ok boomer uncle!" look and move on with their life, improvising everything!


OED says:
Improve:

to become better than before; to make something/somebody better than before.

Improvise:

to make or do something using whatever is available, usually because you do not have what you really need There isn't much equipment. We're going to have to improvise.

 

Such is the life of the pedant. Nowadays, if you say it out too many times, you get to hear about how we should embrace people from various backgrounds and how English is not everyone’s first language and we should respect that diversity, etc. So will I be shut up and so will nobody improvise improve.


Saturday, August 6, 2022

I am done with the Commonwealth

 Commonwealth Games Birmingham 2022.

I don't think the British ever thought of the Commonwealth as being common - they looted all those nations equally.

Why are we even still participating in these games again?  I know. It's an extra opportunity for our athletes to participate in an international meet and win some accolades. But at what cost? Not just some medals, it's getting to be a matter of dignity.

In men's hockey, in the pool match between India and England, 3 Indians were penalised in Q4 with 10 minute penalties. At one point we played 8 minutes or so with 9 men. Yes our players lost their heads but it was way too harsh and it was clearly bias at play.

In women's hockey, in the QF against Australia, we were down to the shoot out. Savita saved the first one and Lalremsiami was ready to take hers when she was stopped with - "The clock didn't start so Australia will take the shoot again". An International tournament. Why is there no outrage? This is our National game. Our girls were deprived!

And then the case of Murali Sreeshankar's foul jump. Where did that -1 cm come from again? He got a Silver but in my mind he was deprived of a Gold.

The moment India won a ton of medals in shooting at 2018 Gold Coast, both Shooting and Archery were removed from 2022 Birmingham. Now that we are dominating Wrestling, it is going to be removed from 2026 Victoria too. What next, Badminton and TT?

In the Wrestling arena a speaker fell from the roof and the entire audio system conked off delaying the event by 3 or 4 hours! In the Badminton courts, the tapes come off in each court, sometimes during the matches. The clock doesn't go off in the hockey stadium. The completely corrupt Kalmadi games of 2010 still went off without any such mishaps.

It's time we pull out and simply boycott these games.

Thursday, July 1, 2021

Silver Jubilee!

 I love deadlines. I love the whooshing sound they make as they go by.

- Douglas Adams

  The Salmon of Doubt

 

The Salmon of Doubt, of course, is a posthumously made compilation of stuff from Douglas Adams’ laptop. So, this quote was simply lying around somewhere on his hard drive, waiting to be found. I have always hated deadlines. I hated them in school, I despised them in college and I have absolutely loathed them at work.

But deadlines are the sole reason I got any work done at all during the past 25 years.

Yes, I have always made my point in a roundabout fashion. All I am trying to say is that it has been 25 years for me in the workforce, except for a brief 3-day period when I was between jobs.

In the June of 1996, just after I had finished my masters project viva-voce, I received a letter at my hostel room asking me to join on the 1st of July. There were four other classmates. We all landed up fresh-faced and excited at the brand new building on Trinity Circle.

When I think back at it, I remember the HR person calling my name out. I turned around to respond and then suddenly it was still the 1st of July but of 2021 and I was on a MS-Teams call in my home office, with my daughter watching her Netflix show outside the room!

How did all that happen in a jiffy?

I have stuck to two organizations during this time: one for 16 years and a month and now another for a month short of 9 years, all the while when – apart from deadlines – people also whooshed past me endlessly from job to job to job.

That doesn’t mean I was ever stuck on a single piece of work for more than a year or two. My roles kept changing, briefly getting more generic and then getting more specialized. I measure growth in terms of learning and doing new and different things, and by that gauge, I never stopped growing. It was never learning and doing though. It was always doing, failing and learning. Somehow, I managed to cling on fast enough during those failures to convert them into learnings.

I have no doubt I caused varying degrees of heartburn to bosses and subordinates along the way, but I would like to believe that I came good on a few occasions as well.

On one hand I ponder about enough being enough. What is this 20th century concept of a 9-5 job anyway? (SW jobs have been more like 8-11 on regular days). On the other hand, if I have managed 25 years of each upcoming deadline inspiring me, what’s a decade more after all?

Onwards and upwards on the procrastination ladder!

 

I like work, it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.

             - Jerome K. Jerome

Three Men in a Boat.