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- Pradyumna Roy (Prady)

Saturday, January 27, 2007

An Unorthodox Address

This is a rare speech, made by a senior retiring sergeant (havildar) of the Indian army to junior officers (first line managers, at the officer level) in the army. It seems punctuated by boldness and conviction. It rephrases the universal principles of handling human beings in any organisation.

'I feel a tinge of regret that I am not young enough to be sitting out there as one of you. You have so many years of challenges and adventure to look forward to. So many of these years are behind me. Soon you will meet your platoon sergeants, sergeant majors, other officers and above all - troops. What do we expect from you as officers, commanders, leaders?

We expect of you unassailable personal integrity and the highest of morals. We also expect you to maintain the highest state of personal appearance. Above all, we expect you to be fair, to be consistent, to have dignity - but not aloofness, to have compassion and understanding, to treat each soldier as an individual, with individual problems.

And we expect you to have courage - the courage of your convictions - the courage to stand up and be counted - to defend your men when they have followed your orders, even when your orders were in the wrong - to assume the blame when you were wrong.

We expect you to stick out your chin and say, "This man is not qualified and will be promoted over my dead body". Gentlemen, I implore you. Do not promote a man because he is a nice guy, because he has a wife and three kids, because he has money problems, because he has a bar bill. If he is not capable of performing his duties, do not do us, and him, the injustice of advancing him in grade. When he leaves you, he becomes someone else's problem. Above all, he is a problem onto himself.

Do not display recklessness and expose yourself and your men to unnecessary risks that will reduce their normal chances of survival. That will only shake their confidence in your judgement.

Well, you now know what we expect from you. What can you expect from us?

From a few of us, you can expect antagonism, a 'prove yourself' attitude.
From a few of us, who had the oppurtunity to be officers, but didn't quite have the guts and motivation to accept challenge, you can expect resentment.

From a few of us old timers, you can expect tolerance.
But from most of us, you can expect loyalty to your position, devotion to your cause, admiration for your honest efforts - courage to match your courage - guts to match your guts - endurance to match your endurance - motivation to match your motivation - espirit to match your espirit - a desire for achievement to match your desire for achievement.

We won't mind the heat, if you sweat with us. We won't mind the cold, if you shiver with us. And when our cigarettes are gone, we won't mind quit smoking if your cigarettes are also gone.

And, By God, if the mission requires, we will storm the very gates of hell, right alongside you.

Remember one thing. Very few havildars were awarded stripes without showing somebody something, sometimes, somewhere. If your platoon havildar is mediocre, if he is slow to assume responsibility, if he shies away from you, maybe sometime not too long ago someone refused to trust him, someone failed to support his decisions, someone shot him down when he was right. Internal wounds heal slowly; internal scars fade even more slowly.

Your orders appointing you as officers in the army appoint you to command. No orders, no insignia of rank can appoint you as leaders. Leadership is an intangible thing. It is developed within yourself.

You do not wear leadership on your sleeves, on your shoulders, on your caps or on your calling cards. Be you Lieutinants or Generals, we're the guys you've got to convince and we'll meet you more than halfway.

You are leaders in an army in which we have served for so many years. You will help us defend the country we have loved for so many years.

I wish you happiness, luck and the success in the exciting and challenging years that lie ahead.'

***Got this in the leadership notes provided by "Beyond Horizon" facilitator Commander Girish Konkar.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

They say I am stuck...

Three years back, those who claimed to know me well said that there was some chemical imbalance in my grey cells while I was shifting to Nagpur.

I still find my colleagues, superiors (take-home and designation wise) reasoning why should some one who is a software engineer by profession and still claims to be sane enough, work out of Nagpur.

With all my insanity and sincerety, I would like to answer this for me in small, bold and italics.

"I would rather fight than sit here on my fanny and see that trucks are kept clean after driving through mud. I count my blessings daily, however, and have, without doubt, the moon and stars and sky that holds them all, and in the day perhaps the sunshine. If it rains, I have the rain and the clouds, and the storm about me, and the leaves with their secrets in the forest. I have the camels and the donkeys, and the egrets and the partridge, and the storks and a friend who owns a kerosene lamp. And I have daily a little precious inalienable time to myself, and my holiness and my dreamblankets, and a book of Hemingway and three Shakespeare plays, which I have never opened, but think about all the time. And I have those that like me for my humor and kindness, and those that dislike me for my sharp tongue and my stupidity, and I would not have it any other way, for who is not seeking and searching in his own minute way for his place among the blind of the world? And I have one new thought a week that is worthwhile, so that by the time I come home, I shall be rich and quite and more impractical and dreaming than ever, and I shall wander interminably in the same small circle that I have always wandered, in testing the bitter perfumes of experience, in giving, lending, loving, losing and failing. Failure is such miraculous strength, and winning such easy glory, and thinking and dreaming and being pushed about are the living things for soul..."

***Above lines are excerpts from a letter written by Lieutenant Robert Lewin to his folks and contrymen during world war - II.

Hazaron khwahishen aisi...


Myriad and yet each solitary wish
One that I could die for
Unnumbered the desires I possessed
Innumerable those I yearn for.

Neither brick nor unfeeling stone,
Should the heart not brim with pain?
Useless than to question tears
Unceasing, though they vain.
No flicker enlivens my grasp
My eyes are still alive
Let the glass remain
Leave the wine alone.

The last slide

Date: Wednesday, July 26, 2006

I was suppose to attend a sales conference of one of the ISVs starting 8:00 am today.My partner (supposed to pick me) turned up late by 45 minutes. The CEO was going through the last slide of his corporate presentation when we entered the conference hall. I was feeling bitter for missing on the CEO talk as it would have been my first chance to hear a Yale graduate.


The last slide was a trivia (some question related to company's sales records or something like that covered in his presentation). He started collecting the answers verbally from all the attendees. I was sitting last. All the time I was thinking that the time should stand still such that my turn for answer never comes. All of a sudden I found that everyone was staring at me. I realized that it was my turn to answer. I simply said, "I don't know". The CEO replied, "So do most of the people. Give it a try and shoot your wildest guess on a number ranging from 50-150". I uttered 100 instantly.

100 was the exact figure the CEO was looking for. I won the trivia and a $75 American Express gift card.