Wednesday, December 9, 2009

A Startling Revelation


The math teacher at far right!
On December 6, we headed to Koni's farmhouse at Shamshabad. It was his 17th wedding anniversary. The idea was consistent with my plan of a 'Farm Improvement Day' where I had suggested that we work on the farm for a while, play, eat and return tired after getting our hands in the mud. So I piled on alongwith Shobha and Anjali. There was not too much work going on, though I tried a bit. More focus on cooking, eating and consuming. Anjali kept herself busy with the others and that gave me some time to do a few new things.
Such as playing snooker for the first time in my life. I pocketed one ball and did a follow up on another and went 'YES'. My yes factor for the day! After that I was too ecstatic and gave up on the game and turned my attention to more familiar games like table tennis, carroms and even a bit of cricket after a whole year of being away from the game. Time flew ofcourse what with friends around - Koni, Anu and their two kids Sushil and Sagarika, Madhav, Trina and their two kids, Sridhar and Alexi, Kiran and his son Rohan, me and Shobha and Anjali.
An entire day of stuffing myself did not stop me from grabbing a plate of dinner when I met the caretaker's wife who apparently makes some phenomenal 'pappucharu'. She turned out to be a maths teacher in the nearby government school. (She is standing in far right in the picture.)
I asked her which classes she taught and she said she taught the primary classes. She said the medium was Telugu and the pass percentage was about 55 this year which was down from 65% last year. Next year they planned to increase the pass% to 75%. I asked her if the students needed to pay anything and she said there was no fees. The children also got a free midday meal. That was really nice I thought. Free education if you want, and food as well. And if she was any indication, the teachers appeared committed as well. I don't know why, but I was always sceptical about this free education until she said that it's really free. Good old government.
I asked her what the percentage of girls to boys was. And that's when I fell off. She said 70% were girls. Where are the boys then? She said she did not know? And then she volunteered another piece of information. She had gone on a ration card survey recently for the government and she said, out of ten children eight were girls! The boys are just losing out on the numbers. It was really startling news to me.
Anu said that the case was the same in her Pharmacy college where girls far outnumber boys. Something there for sure, but whatever it is, it's for the good. It will be nice to see educated women holding the family up with their strength, clarity and love. A point that Greg Mortenson makes. The maths teacher is a case in point.
Her two daughters score 100% in maths she said proudly. They go for tutions early in other subjects. She helps her husband whenever guests come to the farmhouse as if she was a farmhand, cooking, cleaning, washing and waiting on everyone without any hassle about being a working professional. And also makes the best pappucharu this side of town.
You cannot miss the determination on her face. Caretaker's wife or not, she is going to see that her family will improve its lot so many times over the years. I can see the clarity in her mind as she speaks shyly out of turn, professional to professional while she stirs the pot, giving out numbers, percentages, opinions and analysis, which normally your corporate MBAs and CEOs do not seem to have at their fingertips. She has already seen the future panning out exactly the way she wants it, every move - higher education for her daughters, house, marriage. And that determination will bode well not just for herself and her family, but I suspect, for those children at school as well.
We are in safe hands there.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

85 lectures, 1144 people, landmark


At Rajan Bala saab's memorial!
Since January 25, 2008, when I first delivered a speech that I prepared for almost a week for at the Hyderabad Management Association thanks to my good friend Amar Chegu, I have been speaking of 'Excellence' and how striving for it takes life to a new limit, a new high - apart from giving us a purpose in life and all that we wish for and more. I have just slipped past the 1000 mark in terms of people I have addressed and think it is a landmark worth mentioning and congratulating myself for!
From an audience of 5 to one of 400 young disciplined ITI boys, from travelling faraway seeking an audience to share my views to ganging up the hostel boys at St. John's, Gannavaram to urge them on, from corporate teams that stare at my rantings curiously and disbelievingly to young boys who look on amusedly, it has been well worth it and I promise I shall continue. Anyone who wants to invite me for a talk on 'Excellence - The Key to Achieving Dreams' just has to, and I shall be there.
I always go in with the thought that whether there is one person (I did start one lecture at the Times Foundation with one person in the audience, it grew to 5) or 400, I shall always deliver it the same passion, the same content without holding back an inch. Something I learnt from watching Roger Waters at the Pink Floyd show in Bangalore, sometime in 1999. He just came and gave that performance his all - singing songs he believed in, wrote and sang in early 1970's, stuff that may have changed over the years, to an audience that may or may not connect with his original feelings and thoughts - but there he was, giving it exactly the same amount of energy, passion and conviction. It was sublime. I knew then, that I must do that with whatever I do - that is professionalism,that is excellence (I did not know it then).
Anyway, it's been great. the most satisfying has been speaking to the boys at Boys Town, Hyderabad in Telugu and Hindi, and getting the loudest response from the deaf and dumb boys who got the translation. I found the toughest to be the corporate sector where there is a lot of cynicism and resistance. But then, they teach me the most so thank you for the resistance. If one thought makes a difference somewhere in all this, my job is done.
As for the youngsters, they always amaze me with their intelligence, capacity and potential that I wonder why people don't give them more credit and space and why they don't believe in them some more. They'll knock you down with what they can do if you invest some belief in them!
Meanwhile, well done myself and keep going Hari! Next target, 2000!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

The wisdom of life - From the Wisest Man I Knew -Narayan Devidas

Narayan Devidas. Father of my good friend and staunch ally Shankar Devidas. Born 30 July, 1924. Cannanore, Kerala. English teacher at CIEFL, author of books - a text book for the fifth class students published by Orient Longman and another on grammar. A third, much awaited one on Spoken English by Orient Longman is due.
I met Aunty yesterday, Radha Devidas, sweet as only she can be, warm, giving, full of life, easy to talk to and also now carrying a tint of sadness I feel, at having to plod on alone after so many years of journeying with her soulmate. Again, as with people of the highest quality, both aunty and uncle always spoke to me like an equal, treated me like an intelligent, mature, considerate and loving human and that is what our relationship was like. I think that is the key to all relationships - what you look for you find. Actually, it applies to life itself.
I went to spend some time with her and maybe eat a couple of the most lovely dosas she makes. They are the best I have ever eaten. 'I am getting your granddaughter over,' I declared. 'Oh, come, come,' she said breathlessly and away we went. Aunty always makes you feel that you are the most important person in this world.
I wanted to write about uncle's philosophy so I thought its a good time to know more about a man who to me ranks amongst the wisest souls I met on this earth, one of the most erudite and one who probably had an understanding of several secrets of the universe we did not know or did not understand when he spoke about them.
Last January he moved on from this world leaving me one mentor short. I remember clenching my jaw, when I heard - wish I had spent more time with him was the first thought. We cannot stop his going. I enjoyed talking to him on several issues and I loved his casual yet insightful commentary on life. Having lost my father early on in life I do miss my mentors, and among them uncle is someone who left a huge void.
Sunnie came down for his funeral. Sometime after that he told me a story about his father which to me is the philosophy of life to carry.
As a child Narayan Devidas was born with infantile cataract, the eldest son in a family of three brothers, in a farmers house in Pappinaserry 15 kms from Cannanore. Severely disabled with his eyesight, Narayan had to wait for his younger brother Kunhikrishnan, to start going to a government school so he could get some assistance. Somebody had to read for him and he'd write down from memory in "bad handwriting". It must have been dark and difficult especially for a fragile soul like uncle's, but it must have toughened his as well.
Then when he was 13, there was an eye operation and one eye got better. 6 operations followed in the next six years and one eye became normal, again miraculously and he got a lifeline.
He went to Tellicherry for his Intermediate with his old ally and brother Kunhikrishnan; young Haridas who would later become a famous painter was the third and much younger sibling, and then to St. Aloysius, Mangalore for his Bachelor in Arts degree. Kunhikrishnan chose science and they stayed at the hostel.
But here is where the story gets the twist. Uncle had a dear friend in his cousin Radhakrishnan, someone who understood him and someone he could talk to. They were the same age and grew up together, spending time in vacations. Radhakrishnan appears to be a high spirited chap who seemed to have identified a buccaneering spirit within Uncle somewhere and they got along like a house on fire. Aunty says they had big plans of getting arrested or at least getting beaten up in the freedom struggle- forever joining morchas, rallies and plotting and planning revolution in their youthful minds. It might be fair to assume that Radhakrishnan fuelled revolution and uncle loved the romance of being a freedom fighter but unfortunately for all their plans and hardwork, not one beating, not one arrest! However having done their bit, having excited and exhausted their young minds they grew up to be 20 when tragedy struck. Radhakrishnan died of sarcoma of the toe and left a just recovering revolutionary in the dark with no one to fuel big dreams, lofty escapes.
Uncle's world closed down in that one moment.

He confessed to Sunnie, 'I wanted to commit suicide that night. My world, it seemed had ended.'
(And then,the philosophy that can save us all.)
'As I thought about it that night, almost a moment from deciding to end my life, I suddenly got one thought. Let us see what is in store for me. Let us see. That curiosity of wanting to know what life had in store for me kept me going from that moment and then on, one day to another,' he said.

How wonderfully liberating. How exhilarating to carry one thought like that. Let us see what is in store tomorrow.
I wake up. What has life got for me today? Maybe one door has shut forever. But now other doors are open. I AM FREE AGAIN!

For the record Uncle went on to complete his B.Ed,M.A. and taught in several schools, worked with the Madras English Teaching Campaign (MELT) for 4 years when he had the opportunity to meet a demure, polio-affected English teacher as his student, a young bright eyed girl who would later become Mrs. Narayan Devidas. He joined CIEFL, Hyderabad in 1963, noticed and answered a newspaper ad in the Hindu that fit the description of that girl he had met and married her. 'I told my brother who wrote the content for that marriage advertisement that he must mention my disability,' said Aunty severely, suspecting that some well-meaning soul would have masked it. 'When Uncle read it, he could identify me because of the disability and my address and that is how he reached us.' Integrity begets love.
Two children, Omana and Sunnie, an idyllic life on campus, a stint with the BBC, a life well-lived among intellectuals and students and people who loved him, admired him and dipped into his ocean of knowledge. Apart from his all encompassing knowledge of everything under the sun and above, he had a special liking for philosophy, astrology, history, science, religion (that I know of) and probably all the other subjects that are there in the library. He could speak and read maybe French, Russian, Italian, German, English, Malayalam, Tamil, Kannada, Coorgi and Hindi. And somewhere Aunty says, he compared in some of his works, the minds of Edward de Bono and Jiddu Krishnamurthy! Now that would require someone with an extraordinary mind and I rest my case there.
But thanks a lot uncle for all that you taught me and for encouraging me when I showed you my first manuscript of 'The Misfit' (my first novel and one I say is my masterpiece yet) and I remember you saying 'you can write' which I have now grown to recognise as the most wonderful compliment any writer can get from someone who knows the craft. I will miss you and your advise though. However until we meet again I am telling all the people I know, especially youngsters, that this is the philosophy if life we must follow!
'Let us see what life has in store for me tomorrow!'

Saturday, December 5, 2009

A lesson in screenplay writing - Jayant Dharmadhikari


Sudha Varde and Jayant!
I took the opportunity of picking the mind of one of India's quieter screenplay writers. One with a solid body of work including hits like Benaam, Rafoo Chakkar, Ankahee (National award winner 1984), Yeh to kamaal ho gaya, Main Intaquam Loonga, Raaste ka Pathar and several other Hindi, Marathi movies and plays. Jayant Dharmadhikari, my genial and good humored host, and a veritable wealth of information on screenplay writing, someone who worked with some wonderfully creative minds like Amol Palekar, Raj Khosla et al was at hand to share some of his thoughts.
But before we began, Jayant was kind enough to give me a copy of a screenplay he had adapted from a Kannada short story and asked me to read it. I did. It took me two days. It was a beautifully flowing love story of a young Muslim couple and how their lives twist and turn due to some misunderstandings. But, back to screenplay writing now!

Q. What is the basic idea behind good screenplay writing?
Jayant: It should engross the audience visually and draw the viewer into what unfolds before him/her. The viewer must get involved in the subject matter, whatever be the subject, and must be anxious to know how the story will end. At the end of it all, the viewer must feel satisfied that he has seen something good. Ideally, something to think about.

Q. How should I approach it in my mind when I write a screenplay?
Jayant: One must bear in mind that cinema is basically a visual medium supported by audio.

Q. What is the start point or the core of the screenplay?
Jayant: The writer must be very clear about what he wants to tell. Then the characters, situations, songs, dialogues and other things must drive the story around it. You should never move away from the core idea.

Q. How should I structure the screenplay?
Jayant: Like any basic story.It should have a clear beginning, middle and and end.

Q. Should I keep the viewer in mind when I write the screenplay?
Jayant: There are several view points on that. But as far as I am concerned, yes. The basic nature of the viewer must be tapped into. The viewer must identify with the person on screen, feel the victim, and sympathise with him or her.

Q. How should I develop the characters?
Jayant: The audience should have no confusion in understanding the character. The character should be consistent, well researched and believable. It has to be shown that he is believable, that he is feeling a certain way. This revelation of the character should be shown through well-plotted situations.

Q. How about dialogue writing? What should be borne in mind when writing dialogue?
Jayant: Ideally it should be kept to a minimum. Dialogue should support the story.
And when you use other aids such as flashbacks, you must bear in mind that it is an artificial thing for the audience. It should pass information only. Do not try and create emotions out of it how much ever you get tempted.

Q. How do you use music and songs? When should one use this in the screenplay?
Jayant: Music and songs must be used to create and enhance emotions. They should be used to enhance the situation. The key is to make the viewer 'feel' the intensity of the moment. For example I conceived the 'Maar diya jaye ya chod diya jaye' situation in 'Mera gaon mera desh' when Vinod Khanna, who played the dacoit, has Dharmender at his mercy and is about to kill him. Director Raj Khosla was not too happy with the idea of a song at that moment but the music directors Laxmikant Pyarelal saw some potential. There was considerable reluctance but when the line 'Maar diya jaye..' was thrown up, suddenly the whole room went electric. That was a classic moment and remains one in Hindi cinema.

Q. How do I connect the scenes? Should I keep anything in mind while writing scenes?
Jayant: The scenes should flow logically. The 1st scene should lead into the second and the second should lead into the third. Every scene in itself should have a beginning, middle and end, and that scene should flow into the next scene. As the story flows smoothly, the challenge for the screenplay writer is to ensure that the viewer should not be able to predict where it is heading.

Q. Do you use any other aids to enhance the depth of the story?
Jayant: Sometimes to add a layer to the story, we may have to introduce a new character just to set the context or to give a depth to the story. We used the Pathan character in 'Prem Kahani' played by Vinod Khanna which was originally not envisaged. But it turned out to be a good move because that character really connected with the viewer.

Q. Anything else for me to remember when writing screenplay?
Jayant: Remember its a visual medium always. Images move mentally and transform the story scene by scene. The viewer must always have the feeling about how this story will end.

Q. Your biggest learning from all these years of writing?
Jayant: My biggest learning came from Raj Khosla. While working on a movie I came back with a well thought out of scene that moved very logically and flowed easily. He heard me out and said 'It's very nice and logical, but you know, it has no 'ras'. That was the biggest learning for me. It should have that 'ras'. Ras hona chahiye!

Yes sir. Just like life should have! Thanks Jayant for your valuable time and all the learning. Now to write my screenplay I promise I will write one before January 2010!
Watch this space!

Friday, December 4, 2009

Meeting Sudha Varde, 79 year old, 23 schools, a difference to 1000s of people, an inspiration to me


Sudha Varde and I
In Mumbai for Rajan Bala’s book launch tomorrow and I bumped into seventy nine year old Sudha Varde. The moment I set my eyes on her as I entered Suhita’s house I realized that she was an engrossing lady of exquisite charm and an easy grace that comes only with someone who has a secret mission and is well and truly engaged in it. In her eyes there is a mysterious smile, in her demeanour there is a soft peace and in her every act there is a definite purpose. Suhita introduced me to her, “she was with Rashtra Seva Dal for a lifetime and Mom’s best friend”. I asked her all about RSD and what she did.

What she told me in the next one hour made me want to stand up and dance. Here was an inspiring story of someone giving an entire lifetime of work and thought for upliftment of children, youth and women in Maharashtra, Gujarat and Bihar, unconditionally, for over a lifetime. 23 schools have been established in far flung places now with her dedicated band of workers and she says with a wry smile that she wants to see 20 schools done in Bihar before her time. Twenty five I say, and she smiles. I know she will do it, and more importantly she knows!

How did this lifetime romance with the RSD and such wonderfully dedicated work to society start I asked her? In 1942 she says, when she was a student of King George High School, Mumbai. School was shut for the 1942 freedom struggle and as an 11year old impressionable youngster she remembers seeing huge, ungainly and monstrous tanks and Brit soldiers with guns patrolling - a disturbing sight for a young 11 year old girl. Troubled as she was, she remembers a big rally addressed by Achyuth Patwardhan, a senior leader of the RSD on the state of the country, the freedom struggle and how the youth could prepare for it and join the movement. She got hooked on the philosophy of doing something for India at that tender age, and so began the journey of another unsung soldier, another story that reaffirms to me what a thought can do once someone takes ownership for it. ‘I loved dance and I knew I could use it to propagate the message to increase awareness in the youth for the freedom struggle,’ she said. A clear case of using whatever she had and using it to propel her mission of making a difference!

RSD, she explained, was initially the Congress Seva Dal in those years, started in 1935-36, with the thought of promoting a disciplined cadre of youth. Sane Guruji, Achyuth Patwardhan, Shirubhau Limaye, S.M. Joshi were some of the leading lights of RSD which would work towards increasing awareness about the freedom struggle and secularism. It was a move also to dissociate with the much more disciplined yet rightist RSS thought and encourage secularism. Shakhas were established, youth recruited and the movement was vibrant and teeming soon. Mainly centred around Maharashshtra, the RSD movement captured the imagination of the youth through ground activity, games, physical activities, malkhamb, group singing, dance, street plays and other folklore. Vasant Bapat was given the job of writing patriotic songs for the movement. About a 1000 youngsters were in full form. Young Sudha remembers drawing posters and putting them up at school in support of the freedom struggle. ‘I was not part of the fressdom struggle,’ she insisted, eager to correct any misconceptions. ‘If a 12 year old can put up a poster supporting the struggle, that’s the real spirit of participating in the struggle,’ said I. as far as I am concerned, that’s the spirit that the freedom was built on – on small thoughts and acts, that held the big ones.

‘I remember performing dances in those troupes right from my school days – 10 days in Diwali, 7 in Christmas hols and a whole month in summers. Once I remember there was a 25000 contingent of youth assembled in Satara, amidst mountains and hills, a huge gathering and a show for the RSD. People got food from villages in bullock carts.’

As an 17 year old she saw India being granted independence. ‘I was so happy, so hopeful,’ she said, her eyes lighting up. At midnight on August 15, 1947, she was at her shakha, a big ground, near Dadar Tulsi pipe road. There was flag hoisting with her father, mother, and she remembers a small gang of about 15-18 free Indians who went dancing on the road. People were dancing, crackers were bursting. A half an hour celebration,we were in the municipal school.

Mahatma’s assassination brought riots. Shops were looted. Her father, Yashwant Kotwal, got a first aid box, his daughter and started helping out. ‘It was rather scary but I went along and we did what we could,’ she said. ‘Did you have a choice not to help?’ I asked. ‘Yes, but I wanted to,’ she said.

RSD was curbed by Morarjee Desai when India gained freedom, as he perceived it to be leftist. Ground activities were banned. Yet, the movement continued in its own ways, singing and dancing, through its Kala Pathak wing which kept the cultural aspect alive of which she was a big part. Sudha invested all her time and youth into promoting, educating and empowering youth women and children. She remembers using all her resources and time – sometimes her husband’s contacts, her own friends – and everyone chipped in with all they could.

‘What kept me going was that I could make a difference to the ones who did not have’ she smiles softly. Kala Pathak would go to districts, stay for eight or ten days. From 1948 to 1960 around 2000 youth were involved – artists performed free even in ticketed performances. Sudha had camps at her house itself, rehearsals. Till 1966, the movement flourished.

After regionalistic states were formed, Goa was asked to be made part of Maharashtra. She did not identify with the new agenda of Samyutkta Maharahsttra and chose to distance herself with the political agenda. Kala Pathak did a huge pageant ‘Maharashtra Darshan’ in May 1960, showcasing Maharashtrian values and the focus of then movement shifted. Sudha continued the new agenda of Kala Pathak wholeheartedly till 70 until 100 shows were done.
The next move was to move to Indian scape, thought revolution and Indian history. In 1970 the new ‘Bharat Darshan’ came into place. Folk dances of India, puppet style freedom struggle, Usha sukta onwards, history was shown. Emergency shut all this activity down. Typical of Sudha, she promptly involved herself in anti-emergency work.

Sudha detached from RSD cultural activities after that. She continued shakha work. She realized that RSD never recognized women as a separate entity. The Mahila Dakshata Samithi was started by Pramila Dandavathe who invited Sudha Varde into her fold. Sudha started the MDS at her home when she realized that it was a job that RSD had neglected. Women could come and approach them with their problems. ‘I soon realized that these problems were not of those of women but of the family,’ she said.

In 1993 she was invited back to RSD work for women’s empowerment. Grants were available and there was a focus on women’s development. She developed a workshop for women empowerment on a Tata Grant to RSD and took it to the interiors of Bihar. She designed the workshop with the help of her daughter in law, Sangeeta. Those ten day workshops that she designed of women empowerment were funded by the Tatas with a grant of Rs. 10 lakhs, she said, where 30 women would come and attend, and men would line up to listen. From 1993-95 she did 16 workshops. ‘Ten days,’ I exclaimed, ‘that is a lot. I get tired in three.’
‘You,’ she chided gently, ‘should never say that.’


One incident came up. Post-workshop, one plantation worker, Ahilya Bai, stood up and demanded equal wages. The owner refused. She went on hunger strike. He threatened her. She said she was not going to back off because he could do nothing worse than her condition was in anyway. In full view of the public, in the market place, she was shot dead. Her abandoned body was carried away by the other women and burnt in the forest. The incident was hushed up. No case was booked. When Sudha Varde heard of it she wrote to the NHRC. All hell broke loose. The NHRC reacted. The plantation owner was arrested and sent to jail.
The movement had borne fruit. It was a victory for the women.
Sudha recounts these scenes passionately. Her mouth dries up, she talks so much, so intensely, her thought ahead of her sometimes, her words sometimes getting lost, but never any ambiguity in the message. She recounts the stories with the same big smile, the chirpy attitude and the same burst of energy. You can’t keep her down. She still goes to Purnea where the schools are being set up post Kosi flood destruction a couple of years.
In 1993 she set up a school and a hostel in Osmanabad after the Latur earthquake.
‘I was in Purnea a year ago, and I am planning to go there again, walking in river beds, getting stuck in the slush, being carried by other women or being ferried on bullock carts.
I am going there soon,’ she said.
‘9 schools are there with basic structures, concrete plinths and bamboo structures. Each school has close to 100 students. Right now most are up to 5 th class. One school is under our management because the district collector recognized our work and asked us to manage the school. It is up to 10th class,’ she said proudly. But once someone graduates from our basic school we should go I said. She smiled proudly. ‘So I started counting that’s 11 schools in Bihar, 1 in Mumbai, 10 in Gujarat and1in Osmanabad – 23?’
‘I don’t know if we can call them schools,’ she pondered. ‘they are basic structures with bamboo partitions.’
‘To me if one child is studying under a tree, that’s a school,’ I said.
What makes you go so passionately in your life I asked? My life mission of making a small difference to those who did have what we have she said. And mostly my commitment to the ideals of the RSD which I believed in wholeheartedly and made it my life mission. I asked her what she would advise anyone on how to live their life, for example young Miskil who was around. Sudha Varde, laughed loudly and said, ‘be happy in whatever you do and smile and laugh, and by doing that spread the happiness around you wherever you are all the time. That’s how you must get along in your life, always happy and making the world a happier place.’
A misson, a girl, a lifetime, a thought, a dream, a passion, 23 schools, workshops, hundreds of women, children. Single minded purpose, a zeal for life, being100% in everything, wanting to make the world a better place. What did I learn from her? That you can make a difference if you choose to, by using whatever you know, like she did with her passion for dancing.
I will come to the inauguration of the 25th school Sudha! Let’s go!

Saturday, November 28, 2009

University of Hyderabad, MBA program - Exhausted!


That was fun!
I returned home after a two and a half day workshop at the University of Hyderabad, School of Management Studies yesterday, where I conducted the 'Recognising Excellence Within' workshop and did not realise how exhausted I was! I could hardly climb the stairs last night!
It was quite an intense experience, I realise now, dealing with 40 young, energetic and highly intense and passionate youngsters. I had prepared exhaustively for the workshop, keen that they share every experience, not miss out on one concept, one story, feeling that somewhere, something could make a small difference to someone. I prepared the entire manual, all the handouts and more, woke up every morning at 345 am and finetuned my thought process and generally buzzed about like an electric pole. I know it was still not the perfect delivery but well I did the best I could and I know it.
I usually take an attitude to a workshop or a lecture that atleast one person could benefit and that would make all the preparation worth it. I do hope that somewhere someone did connect with something, if not now, it will make a small diference to the world!
The students amazed me. Here were concepts that were new, hard and quite frankly disturbing, asking searching questions of them, pushing them to limits that they never looked at before - but they never flinched. Not one of them! Infact they came back each time and took the challenge, pushing themselves each time and pushing me over with that energy and intensity.
I saw wonderful business plans, I met someone who could take my book sales to 10 lakhs, great ideas! Guys and girls, please mail me with whatever we were discussing - I am waiting for your mails here. Not a single one yet!
I saw great intelligence, courage, passion, idealism, love, peace, beauty, innocence, ambition, honesty, vision, clarity and all the nice things that God made this world in that room. Each one of them truly represented to me the enormous potential that I believe in, and seeing and experiencing it was truly satisfying. I loved the experience immensely.
Thank you Prof. Jyothi for the opportunity, Sheila for assisting me, Shobha for helping with the handouts, the students for bearing with me and more importantly teaching me so much in those three days!
Thank you all.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Meeting Sadanand Vishwanath


Sadanand Vishwanath, November 20, 2009

‘All the world loves a winner, no point becoming a sob story’ - smiles the intense man whose images of stumping Javed Miandad off a L.Siva beauty in a Benson and Hedges match still rake up spine tingling memories. In that one act Vishy displayed an attitude that Indians were not credited with normally – of complete professionalism, self-belief and assurance of knowing his space on the world stage. To me, as a 21 year old MBA student then, Vishy’s act was inspirational, a visual that kept playing in my mind – is it possible for us to be like that – striding the world stage like a Colossus, like an equal among those greats? It was an awesome spectacle and I remember giving that as an example in a speech I gave to my fellow students later.
As I grew older, I realized that people like Vishy are that way because of the way they have prepared. Throughout that series and for as long as he played Vishy was known for his complete dedication to the game, his preparation and professionalism. A mind worth exploring!
I bumped into Vishy at Hyderabad where he had come to do an umpiring assignment, and decided to pick his mind on what goes on in the mind of champions.

I asked him if a sporting win could be designed?
Vishy, gathered his thoughts together, and said he believed that we should invest in hard work, perseverance and process. The key is to persist with the attitude of not accepting defeat and to convert obstacles into opportunities. Winners he said like to win, and they take lessons from defeat. Wining is an attitude and team spirit is the key

How should a team prepare to win?Very scientifically. Pre-season goals and objectives, season, match and post match goals and objectives are important and must be followed. This is physical preparation.

How about other aspects – the strategic aspect and the team management aspect?It was important to play to the strength of the team, pick the right combination and know the opponents strengths and weaknesses to seize the early initiative and control of the match. The team must have a strategy, have plans to control the game. One thing that always works is to stick to the basics he felt.


What would give a champion team the edge?
Preparation again. Today’s need of the hour is an athletic fielding unit. Bench strength is important to motivate the team. On the team management side, man management, dissent control, rebellion are very important. One must forge together a like-minded unit. It instills a belief in the team that that a couple of performances can turn the game on its head. In moments of doubt one must always realize it’s a team game.

What drove his self-belief?He said he always felt that he felt he could do it. He had prepared hard for it. There was nothing that he was not prepared for. There was no doubting his abilities because he prepared through the grind. What drove him really to excel was the pride of playing for India, of being on the centre stage? Apart from that he realizes that there it is satisfying in the long term to have contributed. He is active in the game of course, maybe one of the few busy men going about coaching kids, umpiring, match refereeing and doing things to the best of his abilities as his process taught him to.

I asked him whether he could have done better justice to his career?Vishy felt that his being a loner could have affected his playing career as he had no support group in the team of his age. Family issues were also a factor with his Dad’s suicide an later, Mom’s death. Maybe he felt, smiling wistfully, an early marriage could have helped by bringing in some stability into his life. Also some PR skills, people skills could have helped him in knowing what to talk, when to talk, whom to talk.

I asked him if he had any regrets?No he said. I am enjoying the love affair. He is grateful to the Karnataka government for the plot of land at Indiranagar and to the Late Mrs. Chengappa for getting the land allotted.

He coaches kids, enjoys it, has become an umpire and is awaiting a test call soon. As always he is fully prepared with 14 years of experience as an umpire and knowing Vishy it won’t be long before he dons the white coat in a big game soon, his ruddy face smiling at the world, doing things the only way he knows he can – to the best of his abilities and making it a better place.