Monthly Archives: April 2013

Bhhrrr……

I was in a meeting at my office yesterday. The mood of the discussions was somewhat tense as one of the teams involved was resisting a proposal the other was making. And there were also the usual undercurrents of perceptions playing. It came to a point where I thought the discussion was heading towards an abrupt end.The senior manager of one of the teams opened his mouth to make what seemed a final statement. There was a brief period of silence where we were all literally looking in to his mouth.

Before he could start, the pin drop silence was broken by a sharp ‘gluuup…’ sound.

A girl who was in the meeting had had a hiccup.

It was very odd; it was totally out of place in the midst of such an intense discussion. What added to the oddness was that the girl was very pretty.The helpless girl looked around with an expressionless face, while I could see that everyone what trying hard to pretend as if nothing had happened and conceal their smiles.

The manager paused for a moment to give her a menacing look, before he resumed making his point. The meeting continued and soon I noticed something interesting. The mood had now changed, the tension somewhat eased and the discussion was taking a constructive turn.
I couldn’t help wondering how such a seemingly trivial thing as a hiccup when correctly (or incorrectly to be more precise) placed, could have such an impact on the situation.
This reminded me of a wonderful story that I had read long back. This story was written by a great writer of my language Vaikom Muhammad Basheer. (He was an eccentric, Sufi, traveler, wrestler and a cook apart from being a writer) Most of his writings were based on his personal experience and were characterized by their simplicity and truthfulness.

This short little story was titled ‘Bhhrrr…’.

There was this house that Basheer used to frequent as a child. He was quite at home there and had all the freedom. But there was a problem. There was an extremely pretty girl (slightly elder to him) in that house whom Basheer admired and adored. And Basheer froze whenever he was in front of here. He was speechless. He could freely interact with everyone else except this girl.
Basheer used to sit in front of her, admiring her. She maintained an air of dignity and would also not engage in any conversation with him.
This went on for a long time, until one day the following incident took place. As usual Basheer was sitting silently in front of the girl admiring her and she refusing even to acknowledge his presence. Then all of a sudden she let a fart out. Both of them froze for a moment, completely blown by what just happened. Then Basheer broke in to a violent fit of laughter. It took him a moment to come back to his senses and face the girl with an apologizing look.
Then something unexpected took place. The girl smiled and soon broke in to a laughter; which Basheer immediately joined.
All the tension between them broke on that day and Basheer could interact with her normally from then on.

Though somewhat unacceptable to our cultured minds, it’s these simple statements of truth that makes some writings outstanding. A natural expression of this kind, when comes unexpected, could do more wonders than ‘Seven Habits”, “Emotional intelligence’ , ‘Getting things done, ‘Leadership 101’ all combined.

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Grass root Innovation

In India, kids enjoy a long summer vacation; typically for the whole of May and June. This is the time the kids and their mothers go to their native place leaving the husbands alone in Bangalore.
While some people find this forced solitary life unbearable, I find this very interesting. The most interesting part is that I get a glimpse of a life with ‘no strings attached’. Usually this is also the time I do lot of introspection and sometimes simply space out.
When I am alone, there are few daily chores that I need to attend to. This involves some amount of exploration around the house, especially in the kitchen. And it is when I come across some simple innovative ideas that amuse me. For e.g,
1)our washing machine is in the work area and that’s where naturally the washing powder is kept. But then you don’t always wash in the washing machine, sometimes you wash certain things (like socks) in the bath room. To your pleasant surprise, you find washing powder is also kept (though in smaller bottles) to cater to such needs. This eliminates the need to walk to the work area just to get the washing powder.
2)Things in the kitchen cabinet are arranged in such a way that all those things that are used frequently (sugar, salt, tea powder etc) are ketp in the cabinet that is closest to the stove.

Working in large corporations, we generally tend to look down upon our wives as the ones who mechanically do the same things over and over again. But I am afraid that’s far from truth. If you aren’t convince yet, here is a simple illustration.
I had put the cloths in the washing machine yesterday. Since in a tropical hot climate like in India, the collars and cuffs become dirty and they need to brushed once before washing in the washing machine. I looked around for the brush and found something interesting. My wife had affixed a small piece of soap on the other side of the brush.
Washing Brush
Now, imagine the situation. The cloths are in the washing machine, and one needs to pick some of them, apply soap to the collars and cuffs (and some other places where there is extra dirt) and then brush them. If you were to use a soap and brush separately, it will involve lot of work to pick the soap, apply it, keep it back, pick the brush and brush it. All this extra effort is eliminated by this simple solution. All you need to do is just reverse the brush to apply the soap and turn it around to brush..
Washing Brush
I do not know if such a brush is available in the market, if not it is a good idea..

I think to see real practical innovations, one need to go not to the corporates (with all complex techniques for Systematic problem solving), but in to homes (more in to the kitchens) and you will simply be amazed at how the housewives have optimized everything possible.

No wonder you get your bedcoffee, breakfast, ironed cloths etc on time everytime.. They have optimized better than any CMM 5 companies..

Four Practices for Highly Sensitive Personalities

Highly Sensitive Personalities (HSPs) are people with a very delicate and sensitive nervous system, who are overwhelmed and affected by the world around them. These people need lot of time alone for unwinding, has trouble handling stress and conflicts, are prone to negativity stress and depression and get severely affected by harsh, negative environments. At the same time, HSPs are generally very creative, intuitive and often psychic.
The world is increasing becoming more stressful and demanding, making it more and more difficult for HSPs to live a happy life. I lost a friend of mine recently because he could not put up with a harsh work environment.
Being a sensitive person myself, I have spent lot of time looking for techniques and processes that helps me safe guard myself from all the stress and negativity around. From my personal experience, I have handpicked four simple techniques that would help an HSP from being overwhelmed in this world.
I have written this small eBook detailing the practices, sincerely hoping that all those sensitive souls out there would benefit from it. I earnestly request you all to please forward this to those sensitive people you know, your own networks and anyone who would find this useful. May be that would help someone transform his life.
Four Practices for Highly Sensitive Personalities
I remember a story.
A man walking along a deserted beach at sunset, saw a young boy in the distance. The young boy kept bending down, picking something up and throwing it into the sea.
He was continuously doing this.
As the man approached closer, he saw that the boy was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach and one at a time throwing them back into the water.
The man asked the boy what he was doing, the boy replied, “I am throwing these washed up starfish back into the ocean, or else they will die through lack of oxygen. “But”, said the man, “You can’t possibly save them all, there are thousands on this beach, and this must be happening on hundreds of beaches along the coast. You can’t possibly make a difference.”
The boy looked down, frowning for a moment; then bent down to pick up another starfish, smiling as he threw it back into the sea. He replied,
“I made a huge difference to that one!”