The Only Permanent Thing

I was at the gym today for 45 minutes, and happened to see the movie “Eat Pray Love”. I have already seen and reviewed this interesting movie.

But today something hit me while watching the movie.

The scene before me on the tread mill’s screen was the one in which Julia Roberts visits some accommodation in Rome for living, and has to deal with a vociferous and burly housekeeper. The Italian lady keeps talking a lot of punch points, but the one which caught by attention was this: “Listen, the only permanent thing in life is family”.

I am not sure how many nationalities would have said that, some would have said something different, many would have said nothing is permanent, and a few might have said that family is the only permanent thing. Sure. But, for Italians and Italian moms, the only sure and permanent thing in life is family.

They show many scenes in this movie where an Italian family is having dinner/lunch and drinking – with lots of talk and banter. Shouldn’t it be like that all the time, all the days ? After all, we have to get to closely understand our own family members and close friends and nothing reveals one’s character and views like a networking dinner. And, that’s what happens in the Italian dinner in the movie.

Money comes and goes, everything else comes and goes, but the family stays together, through thick and thin. That is the message from the Italian housekeeper mom in the movie. She might be a tad insensitive talking about American girls visiting Italy, et al, but the truth is that the old lady loves her family. She is also truthful about the dilapidated condition of her apartment !

The lesson that we have to learn is this – never ignore or give up on your own family. They are the only permanent thing to associate with you, and you can never forget that fact. This applies to your immediate and extended family members. One needs to stay connected and keep in close contact with the family. The family is the only integrated unit that is out there in this world, which has survived thousands of years of tumult in this world, and it will continue to operate and stay together in the future as well.

Remember again: your family is the only permanent thing that is out there – so take care of them and everything will just be fine.

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
1st April 2012
Mumbai

Manori Adventure

The family decided to take a journey to the small strip of island called Manori off Mumbai with the primary purpose of checking out “Juice Adventures”, which is an adventure park located on Manori island.

The website of Juice Adventures was interesting and I had received an offer from someone couple of months ago to see the place. So, I was inclined to go. We called the place and the person who attended to us spoke very good English – I am always partial to any stranger conversing in good English and that too, a person in a remote corner of Mumbai who is expected to speak only in Marathi or Hindi.

So, the expectation was that this is kind of a well-known, cosmopolitan kind of place, serving the well-heeled folks from Mumbai.

I will come to that point soon. But before that, it is interesting to see how Mumbai manages its nice coastlines. We took a car ride of almost an hour for a distance of some 15 Kms, which is not unusual in Mumbai. Once we reached the Malad-Mudh Ferry point, there was confusion – the only respectable ferry ticket booth loudly proclaimed that they issue tickets only for the Essel World (which is a large amusement park), and when we asked them about Manori, they directed us to check with the ferry operator in another side of the beach.

The beach itself was dirty, jammed with taxis, auto-rickshaws, peddlers, tourists, hawkers, and what not……..the point was that there was no organized way in which the ferry terminal was established to serve any kind of customer who wanted to spend a day off. No body really cared, and there was no single agency monitoring the whole place and servicing the people. The place was crowded, noisy, and like any other tourist location in India was dominated by touts. I don’t see why such practices should continue in what is one of the best locations in India for a scenic ride in the sea.

In any case, we found our way to the ferry which takes all of 7 minutes to cross a narrow patch of sea for INR 14 per person (I thought we could even cross it on foot ! Ha Ha Ha !!). The ferry had no safety provisions, no lifeboats, no life jackets, and no guards. Does that sound unique or strange ? No, it doesn’t in India, unless you own your own yacht or speedboat.

The funny part is that the operator of the ferry loaded anyone who can pay – he even had several horses in the ferry and many motor bikes. It was India and its unique way of operation in all its essence. One cannot complain, just take the ride if you wish and pray that nothing untoward would happen.

So, there we landed at Manori. Juice Adventures was located within 3 minutes from the ferry terminal. There was a good reception for us, as we had made enquiries at the reception by calling beforehand. The person in-charge of the reception gave a good explanation of the facilities, and we were convinced it was worth the trouble of the car + ferry ride with all the attendant experiences.

My son enjoyed the rope exercises, the ATV ride, the Sumo fight, the archery, and especially the zorbing (which I thought was not like the one in NZ on the hills). We liked the place though it was not fully operational with all the games that were mentioned on the brochure. They opened only 3 months ago, and I think it would be better to wait for another 3 months before a visit which can derive full benefits from Juice Adventures.

The thing that I could not fail to notice is that there were no other visitors except us on a Saturday mid-morning, which was rather surprising. There is hardly any such adventure place in Mumbai, apart from the well-established Essel World which does not have some of the adventures featured here in Juice Adventures.

Overall, we enjoyed the place, but instead of the 5 to 6 hours we had allocated, the visit to Juice Adventures was over in about 2 hours. That is bad business given that we would not stay for lunch at their place !

Well, my suggestion would be to wait till about June and then make a visit to Juice Adventures.

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
11th March 2012
Mumbai

Choco Testing

I got the enviable task of buying four different chocolates for my son, who named the brands without any apparent thinking rather quickly – LINDT, GUYLIAN, GODIVA and RITTER (the last one is my favourite, and he added so that I would not crib).

I continue to be amazed at the brand power of certain top notch brands in different product categories, and the pull that these brands exert on youngsters. While I do know that Godiva is an excellent brand, my preference has always been RITTER for many years. I am not going to say no to a small piece of Godiva of course, but I am not going to fall head over heels in love with that brand of chocolate. Same approach has characterized my preference for almost all kinds of product brands, and that has not changed over the years.

But the new younger generation is vastly different. They have already chosen their own brands much before they even get to use those brands. Not in chocolates of course – my son has obviously tried the above named four brands amidst others and decided that these are vastly superior to a Cadburys or a Milka brand which are more commonly available. And youngsters who are fortunate to travel around have firmer views on what they want – now and ultimately in each product category.

When I was a young person, I was not fortunate enough to have been exposed to global brands. In the sixties and seventies, India was rather insulated and products have to be smuggled in, or enjoyed when one travelled abroad. The only chocolate brand known was the Cadburys, the only car was the Ambassador, the only scooter was the Vespa or the Bajaj, and so on and so forth. Consumers got a raw deal those days, and they were the most neglected lot.

Now, there is a sea change. The most important people in the country are the individual consumers and in that large population, the most important segment is the teenage segment, followed by children below the age of thirteen, followed by the young women category (those who are more than nineteen years old). These folks control the emotions and the purse strings of their parents, or their grand parents or their fiances.

Coming back to the chocolate purchase, I ended up buying the following brands:

1. LINDT SWISS PREMIUM CHOCOLATE – “Milch Extra – Extra au lait – Swiss Milk Chocolate” – 300 grams
2. GODIVA Chocolatier – “Dark Chocolate Raspberry – Dark Chocolate with sweetened raspberry pieces” – 50% CACAO (meaning 50% cocoa) – 100 grams
3. GUYLIAN Belgian Chocolate No sugar added – “Belgian Dark Chocolate with sweetener” – 54% Cocoa – 100 grams
4. RITTER SPORT – “Raisins & Hazelnuts with sun-ripened California raisins” – 100 grams ; “Yogurt with a refreshing yogurt filling” – 100 grams ; “Extra Dark chocolate” – 100 grams

I struggled with the evaluation, with the constraint that I am not allowed to have more than one small square piece of the chocolate which I am evaluating. The others in the family enjoyed all the chocolates, there was no restriction.

After much thought and painful balancing, I am going against the grain in making a strong recommendation for the RITTER SPORT Extra Dark Chocolate, closely followed by the GODIVA Dark Chocolate with raspberry. I continue to reaffirm by faith in RITTER SPORT, which is also a cost-effective chocolate at just about SGD 3.20 per 100 grams – that translates to USD 2.60 and INR 125 (the Indian price is just a converted price after applying the current foreign exchange conversion rate – you would not be able to get a RITTER SPORT at the price of INR 125 in India). The GODIVA obviously is the most expensive at SGD 9.10 per 100 grams, almost three times that of the RITTER Chocolate. The GUYLIAN is not a bad option at SGD 7.50 per 100 grams. The lowest ranked one in my evaluation (although refuted strongly by my son who likes its milkiness) is the LINDT. It costed SGD 18.40 per 300 grams, or SGD 6.10 per 100 grams.

One does not buy chocolates after looking at the pricing like above – you buy the chocolates that you love, irrespective of the price. However, I believe the best value for money while being the best chocolate as well is the German-made RITTER SPORT.

Hence, Vijay’s award for the best chocolate goes to RITTER SPORT !

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
10th March 2012
Mumbai

Delightful Wedding

I participated in the wedding of my nephew today.

I have missed many a wedding in the past many years, because I have been away from the country or from the city where most of the action happens – that would be Chennai, or the South Indian city more famously known as Madras in the past.

The best part of Indian weddings is the renewal of the old contacts from relatives and acquaintances, who you have forgotten or who have moved on elsewhere, or who have become top bureaucrats, or officials of public sector companies, or who have started companies of their own, et al. It is wonderful to get to know these folks, who also sometimes happen to remember you, hopefully with pleasant memories, and then start chatting.

The second best part of Indian weddings is the spirit of camaraderie between the family members of the bridegroom and the bride, which is often witnessed only during the wedding, sometimes ostentatiously to ensure a smooth execution of the wedding itself. Nevertheless, it is an important display of possible teamwork between two largely unknown groups of people, who come together on the occasion of the wedding (usually only a few key people from both sides meet prior to the wedding, unless there was a big betrothal event well before the wedding). I like that spirit, and watch for the execution of the same over the couple of days that the teams are interacting with each other.

The third best part of Indian weddings is the competitive “games” that are played between the bride and the bridegroom as part of the wedding process. For example, the bride has to sing a song and the bridegroom has to reciprocate. These games are held amongst a closed group of relatives from both sides, usually in the afternoon of the wedding day. There are many such games and it would be very interesting how the relationship dynamics moves between both sides and how the bride and the bridegroom interact in a social setting and try to loosen up.

Nowadays, the length of Indian weddings (except for the very rich ones) is dropping to barely a day. During my time, it started on the first day afternoon, went into the main wedding day, and then on to the third day when the departure takes place after breakfast. Those old-fashioned weddings do happen these days, but they are becoming rare, with cost and time pressures having a big impact on the wedding execution and budgets.

The one thing I forgot to mention is that the “dress sense” of most attendees is on good display – one would see that even the usually most shabbily dressed guy turns up in a jacket or in a nice shirt because he is going to be on the video and going to be photographed, and he wants to make a good impression on others. The other thing is that parents of offsprings who are reaching marriageable age look out for suitable matches in gatherings of Indian weddings, which is a good place to start with.

Overall, it is always beneficial to attend a relative’s wedding from the perspective of renewal of contacts and to rejuvenate old relationships. As one gets older, these things become all the more important. The older people in the families also love the fact that all their family members come together for such an occasion.

I decided I would try most sincerely to attend most weddings of close family members from now on. Hopefully I should be able to do that.

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
4th February 2012
Mumbai

Matrimonial Madness

Reading up the Matrimonial Columns under the Classifieds Section of daily newspapers has long been considered a fun activity, especially in South India. I recall that fad, when people used to joke about these matrimonial advertisements. “The Hindu” newspaper was famous for this widely followed section (and I am sure it is, even today).

I live in Mumbai and do not get “The Hindu” newspaper. The most widely read newspaper in this metro is of course, “The Times of India”, which I read every morning, spending barely 10 minutes on most mornings before I leave for office.

Today, being a Sunday, lent itself to some leisurely browsing of the newspaper, and for the first time I happened to see (!) the “Sunday Times Matrimonials” column, which even carried some article on Indian wedding rituals. It was funny reading that, and one could not miss the fact that rituals are widely different in different regions of this vast country.

Previously, the ads would always be based on castes – the insane division of people according to the castes they belong to, or sometimes on religions. Most people will be looking for brides or bridegrooms belonging to their own castes, which was only understandable in the context of the cultural mores of that time.

But a reading in the current time leads to a completely different interpretation of the market demand. Yes, the castes are there, no doubt. But more space was taken up some unique categories with headlines as follows:

* Doctors
* Engineers
* NRI/Green Card (shrinking category)
* Nepali (people from Nepal, which is an adjacent country)
* MBA/CA
* Bengali (people from the State of West Bengal, not on caste)
* Punjabi (people from the State of Punjab, not on caste)
* Hindu (in general)
* Muslim (in general)
* Christian (in general)
* Caste No Bar (a new one where the advertiser does not care about the caste)
* Cosmopolitan (the most intriguing classification)
* Others (free thinkers, I would guess)

and so on, and so forth.

India is changing, do you agree ?

Surely. People are thinking differently.

If as a people, we can accept our own people irrespective of where they came from, based on the value (not money for Gods’ sake) that each one brings to the table to ensure a lasting partnership, then we would have arrived in the Twenty-First Century.

In any case, it has been interesting spending some time grasping this change, which I seem to have missed till now. I do not know what is the situation of the ads in “The Hindu” in the Southern part of India, or in “Hindustan Times” newspaper in the Northern part of India, but I think we are seeing an increasingly modernistic trend, which can only bode good for India.

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
29th January 2012
Mumbai

Pondicherry Sojourn

I spent couple of days at Pondicherry in the earlier part of this week, and always think of the timing of that visit given what happened during the later part of the same week !

You might have read that Cyclone “Thane” hit Pondicherry and caused extensive damage !!

Which is really a bad thing, and I just so narrowly escaped. Not that anything much would have happened, but it was a big cyclone causing destruction and loss of life in the Union Territory of Pondicherry and Cuddalore (which incidentally I passed through on the way to Chidambaram).

I don’t recall exactly when I had visited Pondicherry in the past, but I am sure that I atleast visited once. It was a nice cute town, and it no longer is one. I found that the town had become similar to any other small town of Tamil Nadu which is congested with narrow roads and heavy traffic. It was also dirty, and had hardly any pavements.

The only area which is really good-looking and neat is the “phoren” area of the French Quarters, with nice yet narrow lanes and beautiful houses. The French built a town of their own, and now the rest of the town is messed up. The French area still appears to remain intact. I really liked that area, and walked around a bit. It is located close to the rocky seashore as well, though one does not feel the effect of the sea in the leafy bylanes.

The Aurobindo Ashram is located in one such lane. There are several small and well-established restaurants in the area, and you can find a number of domestic and international tourists walking around. One important thing I noticed is that the whole area was a bit silent as compared to the rest of that noisy town. May be the Ashram culture of silence is percolating down to the lanes and the surrounding houses.

The hotels are rather expensive, the decent ones cost USD 100 or above per night. Anything at four star or above is not less than USD 200 and at this time of the year, the rates are shooting up towards even USD 400 ! I stayed at a nice place which had a three star rating, and there was simply no rooms available anywhere else. Looks like this is really a tourist town.

The family wanted to go to Chidambaram temple and so we drove to that town via the Cuddalore route. The small town of Cuddalore was horrible, with no decent roads – it was full of potholes and it took more than 25 minutes to cross the town across a distance of less than 2 to 3 Kms.

I also noticed that when you enter Pondicherry, there is a road permit charge of INR 300 if you are on a tourist car with a Tamil Nadu number plate coming from the Chennai side, and there is a toll fee of INR 32 when you cross over into Pondicherry. The same charges did not apply (there was not even a toll booth) when we re-entered Pondicherry on the way back from Chidambaram-Cuddalore, though Cuddalore is in Tamil Nadu.

The archaic road permit fee is an anachronism and should be discontinued. There is no receipt for the payment and probably they issue a stamp on a notebook kind of document. Why should crossing within India from one state to the other be taxed by the government ? It does not make sense.

Overall, my conclusion on Pondicherry is that it might be OK to visit once just to see the Ashram and take a boat ride in the Chunnambar backwaters. And, may be have some good meal. But, beyond that, I do not see much reason to revisit. Well, I forgot to add that liquor costs much less than in other parts of India. I had a good bottle of red wine which costed just INR 600 in a restaurant, which would have costed me not less than INR 1,600 in a Chennai restaurant.

In any case, it was a peaceful visit (without the cyclone effect) and relaxing – and the family enjoyed it, though it was just for 2 days. At the end of the day, that is what matters, right ?

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
31st December 2011
Mumbai

Stress-Busters

There was an interesting coffee-shop discussion recently with some friends on what we do to handle the challenges and stresses that impinge on us during daily lives.

These folks handle challenging jobs with built-in stresses which they have to handle regularly, and they also face sudden issues involving their employees, customers and markets.

One guy said that he keeps the blackberry switched off during weekends, and “concentrates” on spending time with his family. Good idea but not practical in this “over-connected” world, where the world expects you to be connected and available.

Another guy said that he spends time on golfing Saturday/Sunday mornings which takes his time from something like 6 AM to 3 PM. No harm in that, but one has to be regular and focused on the game, which depends on a close circle of golfers who usually do not tolerate inconsistencies. Plus, you would hardly get time to attend to family or personal needs over the weekend, and weekdays are like 24 x 7 operation !

Some other guys prefer cricket, tennis or badminton.

The thing which has worked for me during weekends is a combination of 60 minutes gym (per day) plus concentrated putting on a golf patty at home plus of course, blogging, and you won’t believe this – cutting fruits ! Rest of the time is spent with the family or going for forced shopping !! The best stress-buster is at the gym followed by blogging and cutting fruits.

The fruits that I like and therefore, cut, are – apples, kiwi fruit, pomegranate, pears and guavas. Takes some good effort when you are not using any gadgets. I have an apple cutter, but I don’t use it as it is quick and takes the pleasure out of the manual cutting. When you take time to cut in a nice organized manner every late evening, arrange the same and hand out to family members after dinner, that is real good focused exercise.

Of course, sometimes variety is required, and then I would go for some light badminton or golf-putting. It is good to get the concentration, and I can tell you – it helps in your business and people interactions as well. Most of us lack listening skills, and it is critical to enhance the same and that would come with increased ability to concentrate your mind on the job at hand.

I tend to compare the ability to focus on one task vis-a-vis handling a multitude of tasks simultaneously. I used to place more importance on the latter for a long time, as I thought my ability to juggle many tasks would help me move quicker and ahead of others.

But as we absorb the complexity of the corporate world and encounter bigger challenges in business and life, I found that the singular ability to concentrate on one big task to the total exclusion of everything else, even if that is required only for 2 hours, is a very critical and strategic benefit one can have. I had to develop that ability and it took time.

Some of the stress-busters (may be this is an incorrect nomenclature !) that I have mentioned above are helpful. However, to each his own – you got to develop your own “busters” for your own benefit, as only you can determine the specific lack of certain abilities in yourself. May be at a higher level, a mentor or coach that you have assigned for yourself can help point out such deficiencies.

The technique has to be developed by yourself and if that is successful, you would find that religious repetition of the identified stress-buster would help you out in a major manner.

One does not need medicines or medical counselling for beating stress. You can do it yourself and at the same time enhance one of your critical abilities for the future.

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
12th November 2011
Mumbai

Festivals galore

Today is a public holiday in Mumbai.

We are currently in a week when we have two major festivals getting celebrated all over India. One is the Eid and the other is the Ganesh (Elephant God). So, most of Mumbai is wearing a festive look.

Muslims celebrate the breaking of their fast and one can see them all dressed up well and moving around for shopping and family get-togethers. The festival was celebrated on Monday and Tuesday in Singapore but in India it was celebrated yesterday.

The Ganesh Festival started off last night and it would go on for the next 11 days. Ganesh is a key God in the Hindu Pantheon, and is revered for his problem-solving focus – everyone worships him with a prayer to make their current venture successful. Huge statues of Ganesh are built out and taken in a procession around various parts of the city. Eventually the Ganesh statues are sunk in the sea. That has been the tradition, especially in Mumbai.

I saw many processions of Ganesh statues yesterday when I had been to the airport side of the city. Big crowds gather, one can see women and children congregating and moving behind the statue, and colourful lights all over the place. Ganesh worship is a very important aspect of life in Mumbai amongst the Hindus.

Festivals such as these bring together the communities and reduce friction between communities. The fact that both Muslims and Hindus were celebrating important festivals almost on the same day is attestation to the strength of India’s communal harmony. And, you can imagine the huge numbers of people involved all over the country, in a nation of over 1.2B people.

Indians like to celebrate in colourful fashion, with lots of sound and colour. These festivals are no exception. The city is surely relishing these couple of days, and I am sure the following week will witness more action involving Ganesh processions all over the city of Mumbai. Of course traffic will be affected somewhat, but there is nothing much of Mumbai traffic that can worsen further !

So, life goes on. People enjoy these festivals and let them give the space on the roads.

Enjoy the colour, sound, sweets and savouries !

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
1st Sept 2011
Mumbai

Is the Life You are living worth the Price You are paying for it ?

I was impressed and impacted by this article. I do not know the author, but this came in a mail to me, which I am acknowledging here. Please read this carefully and also see the related articles, nothing is more important than understanding the reasonable demand that one’s body and mind are placing on ourselves.

Courtesy: My IIM-B Classmate, Prahlad

What toll does it take, over time, if you get too little sleep; skip breakfast or settle for something unhealthy; struggle with a relentlessly challenging commute; attend meeting after meeting with no breaks in between; pump yourself up through the day with multiple cups of coffee or sugary snacks; deal with hundreds of emails that accumulate in your inbox; remain at your desk for lunch if you eat lunch at all; push through fatigue in the afternoon; head home at night feeling exhausted, but continue to check email through the evening; work on the weekends; and limit your vacations to no more than a week or two, if you vacation at all?

Consider the story of the “Boiling Frog”. It may or may not be true, but the point it makes certainly is. Toss a frog into a pot of boiling water and it instinctively jumps out, self-protectively. Next, place the frog into a pot of cool water. Not surprisingly, it swims around, happily. Now heat the water up very gradually and what does the frog do? It acclimates to untenable circumstances — and slowly cooks. The frog doesn’t notice what’s happening to him, until it’s too late.

We’re experiencing the same phenomenon. Facing ever more demand, complexity and uncertainty, our initial response is to push ourselves harder and more relentlessly, without taking account of the costs we’re incurring.

Physiologically, we move into hyperarousal — flooding our bodies with stress hormones such as adrenalin and cortisol. It’s an automatic response to the experience of threat, and it provides an instant source of energy.

“Allostatic load” is a term coined by the neuroscientist Bruce McEwen that refers to the physiological consequences — most especially on the brain — of chronic exposure to relentless demand. When fight-or-flight hormones circulate in our body for too long, keeping our arousal high, they become toxic — not just physically, but also emotionally and mentally.

The most immediate problem with the fight-or-flight state is that our pre-frontal cortex begins to shut down. We become reactive rather than reflective. We lose precisely what we need most in these complex times: the capacity to think analytically and imaginatively; to embrace nuance and paradox rather than choosing up sides; and to take a long-term perspective rather than making the most expedient choice.

It’s not good for us, and it’s not good for companies.

The antidote, well understood by trauma researchers, is to give people practical and specific ways to lower their physiological arousal — to get out of fight or flight. If you’re hyperaroused — and vast numbers of us are, much of the time — you must learn first how to regularly relax your body. Only then is it possible to calm your emotions, quiet your mind and make wiser choices.

In the trauma community, it’s called self-soothing. In the workplace, it’s about using simple strategies to buffer relentless demand by taking more conscious and regular care of our most basic needs.

Our most fundamental physical needs, beyond food, are to move and to rest. “Sleep is the foundation of physical energy” . All but a tiny percentage of us require at least 7-8 hours a night to feel fully rested and even small amounts of sleep deprivation take a significant cognitive toll.

We also operate best when we take renewal breaks at least every 90 minutes during the day. Breathing deeply for as little as a minute, for example, can completely clear the body of cortisol.

Movement is a second, more active way to change channels and to build physical capacity. The best way to move is to regularly challenge our current comfort zone — to push our heart rate into the aerobic and anaerobic zones at least four times a week, for at least 20 minutes at a time, and to train with weights at least twice a week.

Even if you don’t do that, it’s immensely valuable to get up and move at least several times during the day — and even better, to get outside. Above all, our goal should be to increase our oscillation over the course of the day — moving between relaxation at one end, and more active forms of energy expenditure at the other.

At the emotional level, our core need is to feel safe, secure and valued. The most reliable way to ensure that happens is to move flexibly between valuing, appreciating and taking care of others — which builds trust and appreciation — and taking care of ourselves. One without the other is insufficient. We need to regularly refuel ourselves with positive emotions just as much as we need to renew ourselves physically.

The more attentive we are to meeting these core needs, the less likely we are to feel overwhelmed and exhausted, and the more sustainably high-performing we’re capable of becoming.

Courtesy: My IIM-B Classmate, Prahlad

I am sure this article impacted you as well.

Take care,

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
9th July 2011
Mumbai

“Hands” by Durer

Courtesy : Shyam, my IIM-B Classmate

In the 15th century, in a village near Nuremberg , there lived a goldsmith named Albrecht Durer, who had eighteen children. In order to keep food on the table for them, he had to work long hours at his trade, and at any other paying chore he could find.

Despite their poverty, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder’s children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew that their father could never afford to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy. Their names were Albrecht and Albert

Finally the two boys made a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when the brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his art work or, if necessary, by laboring in the mines.

They tossed a coin and Albrecht Durer won and went to Nuremberg . Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was an immediate sensation. Albrecht’s etchings, woodcuts, and oils were even finer than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was earning considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When Albrecht returned to his village, the Durer family held a celebratory dinner to mark his homecoming. After dinner, Albrecht raised a toast to his brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled him to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, “And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you.”

All heads turned to where Albert sat. He shook his lowered head and, holding up his hands, said softly:

“No, brother. It is too late for me. Look what four years in the mines have done to my hands. The bones in every finger have been broken at least once, and I now suffer from arthritis so that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less wield a brush. No, brother, for me it is too late.”

Some years later, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer drew his brother’s abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward.

He called his powerful drawing simply “Hands,” but the world opened its hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed it “The Praying Hands.”

More than 450 years have passed. Today, Albrecht Durer’s portraits, sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but chances are that you, like most people, are familiar with one of them above all others: “Hands”

The next time you see a copy of that great creation, take a second look. And let it remind you that no one ever makes it alone.

Courtesy : Shyam, my IIM-B Classmate

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
2nd June 2011
Mumbai