Sunday, May 6, 2012

Gauti - A Cheap Model for Celebrating Success


It’s quite natural to remember your closest family members every time you cross a milestone in your personal or professional life. Just the order of remembrance differs for many – some people spend a moment remembering the almighty and then their parents or siblings who must have been a great support in their advancement.

We saw that happening in cricket when Sachin Tendulkar scored his hundredth hundred; as a matter of fact, every time he score a hundred or passes a milestone, we see him looking up to have a word of thanks to God, or it might as well be a word with his mentor whose soul we pray to rest in peace.

Media replayed that image an umpteenth time in a way to salute Sachin for his achievement, rightly so.

Gautam Gambhir too is not any bad when it comes to remembering his beloved ones. Media had a tough time though to relay it on air fearing how the young cricketers looking up to this rolled-gold idols to build an identity would try and celebrate learning a lesson from Gauti! When Gautam Gambhir’s team defeated Pune Warriors in yesterday’s IPL match, Gautam was very prompt to remember his sister – particularly her private parts – (or was it someone else’s?) and it was so well pronounced that the camera didn’t miss it and parents would have gone blue if they were watching it with their daughters, for such was the tempo of the word he used!

I am afraid of writing what he said, for, the moderator of this esteemed forum (India's Trainers Forum) might not want such language to be used here. In same breath, I am also afraid that there will be a few - in this very forum - who might advocate his right to celebrate in whichever way he wishes as ideal!

What concerns me is not how he celebrates. What I am concerned is how our young talents are wasted. Do you remember the name of a young cricketer who is now running a music band? He would have been running in the ground bowling for India wearing blue jersey, had he tamed his attitude and listened a little bit to the rage of the ordinary people for the show he put on, in the field.  It took a cancer for Yuvraj Singh to begin to smile on or off the filed - until then, even celebrations was brutal as if to smile in the face of winning was a sign of weakness, that it always had to accompany rage and an abusive word!! Fingergate of Virat Kohli isn’t a distant story either.

Who is teaching them that celebrations cannot be gentle, and that it has to be with a loud proclamation of the celebrators sister’s private parts – which is the common language among the rogue cricketers in the gentle Indian uniforms!! For over twenty years they are watching Sachin grow, and why are they blind to the wonderful lessons he is leaving behind for them to learn? They have had Pataudi, Sunil Gavaskar, Kapil Dev – legends to learn behaviours and skills alike!!

While I salute the skills of these big boys and respect their achievements at this young age, I fail to take pride in their maturity to succeed as leaders of our sports in the time to come.

And perhaps the guys in the commentary box should do all what they can to put down behaviours as such and help keep the game gentle.

From the bedroom I hear my five year old daughter screaming "Didi.....! Sachin.....!" to her sister as she saw a glimpse of him on the screen batting against Chennai Kings! I wish the Gautams too will grow for the next generation to look up at them!!

ps : I am reminded of a Sales & Marketing team member we had at InterContinental Hotels Group where I worked before, who had his education from the Rolls Royce of hotel schools - Lausanne International, Switzerland - but had to be terminated in six months into his job - not because he didn't bring in revenue, but because his attitude was rotten and damaging the other apples in the basket.


Shahir
06/05/2012

Friday, May 4, 2012

Aakashaparavakal (Sky Birds)



Aakashaparavakal  (Aakasha meaning ‘sky’ and Paravakal meaning ‘birds’) is a shelter for the destitute operated by a Christian missionary I had an opportunity to visit last week. Over three hundred young and old men and women are given shelter in this well maintained institution located in the backyards of Malabar in Kerala, perceivably uninfluenced by politicians and driven by the 'nameless' philanthropists from across the social segments.

In operation since fifteen years, this institution is remarkably well maintained across the facilities – be that the areas exposed to the outsiders or those that are exclusively in use by the inmates! As we entered the courtyard, we saw Sr. Kaanthi with the young girls playing and the younger ones watching them play – all of them having their own stories to tell, each of them would shatter our conscience for the kind of life we are leading and that we see as lead around us!

Over three hundred inmates! Sick, tired, psychic, hopeless, aimless, singing, crying, silent, loud!! They are provided with shelter, food and clothing. Much more than all that, they are given the care and love that they are so deprived of – either by the cruel twist of fate, or the more brutal design of fate by the most powerful in their lives!

Stories of life I heard from Sister Kaanthi who took us on a tour of the facilities was not only heartbreaking but perhaps would serve as a timely supplement to help many reevaluate their interests in life and realign their directions! Perhaps that’s the reason why many like me are visiting this place as an interlude to their busy lives! Among the stories were that of children who were discarded as less valuable than a tissue-paper who then grew in the hands of these nuns and were given life-skills to stand up on their own! We saw in the eyes of the old the pain of torture they felt in the hands of their beloved sons and daughters! The mothers looked at us in vague expectation of seeing someone whom they’ve been waiting for. The children – for them, that they were abandoned was a blessing, for, they are now in the hands of a caring few.

Sometimes we find solace in the misery of people living around us, and people who visit them return home with a silent prayer thanking providence for what they have in life. “We don’t want clothes”, said Sister Kaanthi, “we get them from many people who visit us. If you feel like helping, give us some bed-sheets, beans and grams, sugar, tea-powder… these are the things that will help us a lot in the daily operation of this institution.” The challenges they face in dealing with the emotions of these inmates are innumerable, and the only power that they have to endure these challenges are the power of prayers, and the reward is in seeing them have a life, or the least, in improving the quality of their lives, at the dead end!

In reflection, I live in a country whose elected president spent millions of dollars on overseas trips with her beloved family members – a rubber stamp position that was meant to guide the governance but looted it in its own manner, and the cost of flowers and garlands used for one independence day would be sufficient to feed hundreds of thousands of destitute as this!

Abu Sali took us there. It had a reason why a random conversation lead to this topic and to this institution; it had a reason why at this point in time we visited this place – Shabib, Rasha and I with Abu Sali -  after so many years of its inception and never once coming to our attention ever before. The scenic drive to this place arouse nostalgic memories of our school days – in our childhood, we travelled this way every day seeing with an un-definable pride the men in uniform marching in the ground of Malabar Special Police, its well groomed lawns and painted pavements!

As we returned, we were silent, each of us digesting the sounds of narratives we heard at ‘Aakashaparavakal', the sounds of sky birds...


Shahir
May 04, 2012