Who wants to be a Teacher ?

Courtesy: Ashraf, my childhood classmate

From A School Principal’s speech at a graduation……….

  
He said “Doctor wants his child to become a Doctor…….
Engineer wants his child to become an Engineer……
Businessman wants his ward to become CEO or Boss of his business…….
BUT a teacher also wants his child to become one of them…..a Doctor, an Engineer or a CEO !!!!

Nobody wants to become a teacher BY CHOICE” ….Very sad but that’s the truth…..!!!”
  
The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education.

He argued, ”What’s a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?”
To stress his point he said to another guest seated around the table:
“You’re a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?” 

  
Teacher Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, “You want to know what I make? (She paused for a second, then began…) 
  
“Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor winner. 
I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can’t
make them sit for 5 min. without an iPod, Game Cube or movie rental. 

  
You want to know what I make? 
(She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table) 

I make kids wonder.
I make them question. 
I make them apologize and mean it. 
I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions. 
I teach them how to write and then I make them write.
Keyboarding isn’t everything. 

I make them read, read, read. 
I make them show all their work in math.
They use their God given brain, not the man-made calculator. 

I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know about English while preserving their unique cultural identity. 
I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe. 
Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life.
  
(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.) 
“Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn’t everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant. You want to know what I make?

I MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN ALL YOUR LIVES, EDUCATING YOUR KIDS AND PREPARING THEM TO BECOME CEOs and DOCTORS and ENGINEERS……….”

  
“What do you make Mr. CEO?” she asked

His jaw dropped; he went silent.

Courtesy: Ashraf, my childhood classmate

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan

20th May 2012

Mumbai

The Complexity of Stress

I learnt something over the past few days of exercise regime.

That, it is possible really to take the weight off your legs while walking briskly and rapidly, either on a treadmill or around the condominium grounds.

I used to feel a bit of stiffness in my calf muscles occasionally during my daily exercise regimen, especially when I was trying to strain a bit to the maximum limit. And that would convert to some sort of pain for quite a while, before the muscles start to relax. I used to apply a muscle pain reliever at the calf muscles to reduce the pain.

But, now I have learnt a new technique of lifting the entire thought of working out on the treadmill and throw it out of my mind. My legs, which used to fell sometimes heavy, are now getting trained to feel light – like “floating” in the air while walking fast. Sometimes, I do slip back to reality (!) and things are back to the old time walk, but increasingly and sustainably, I am able to walk without feeling the strain.

For example, yesterday morning I started my walk and instead of the usual 6 rounds (approximately 2.5 KMs) of walking, I was able to not only walk 8 rounds (3.3 KMs in some 35 minutes) but was not feeling any strain or stress in my legs. Similarly on the treadmill, I was able to do a straight 3.3 KMs in 33 minutes, without feeling stressed out and then follow through with a set of weightlifting exercises.

The trick is to train the mind. You should not feel the stress or the pain, and it would be difficult unless you think about the exercise regime carefully and make it simplistic in your own mind. It actually is, if you think about it – why tell the brain unnecessary things which induce stress of some kind or the other ? Let it think that you are embarking on a pleasurable experience which stimulates your body and mind, let it look forward to such an experience at pre-specified intervals, say exactly every 24 hours.

This is entirely possible. I now look forward to my early morning walk around or visit to the gym (may be in the evenings). The only thing you need to worry about is the consistency – do not impose a blame on your work or family commitments. You need to “indulge” yourself in your exercise methodology and performance – it is not a chore, but something from which you would ultimately benefit. It is a long term commitment to yourself.

So, make your mind light, make your body light, and then you will see the stress goes away and you will be able to work out as long as you really wish to. I have tried this and it works.

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan

13th May 2012

Mumbai

Life Lesson – A Beautiful African Story

Courtesy: Anu, my IIM-B Classmate

This is a very nice and important story of human evolution and a beautiful lesson for all of us.

Take a look at this picture first:

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An anthropologist studying the habits and customs of an African tribe found himself surrounded by children most days. So he decided to play a little game with them. He managed to get candy from the nearest town and put it all in a decorated basket, at the foot of a tree. Then  he called the children and suggested they play the game. When the anthropologist said “now”, the children had to run to the tree and the first one to get there could have all the candy to him/herself.

So the children all lined up waiting for the signal. When the anthropologist said “now”, all of the children took each other by the hand ran together towards the tree. They all arrived at the same time divided up the candy, sat down and began to happily munch away.

The anthropologist went over to them and asked why they had all run together when any one of them could have had the candy all to themselves.

The children responded: ”Ubuntu. How could any one of us be happy if all the others were sad?”

Ubuntu is a philosophy of African tribes that can be summed up as “I am what I am because of who we all are.”

Bishop Desmond Tutu gave this explanation in 2008 :

“One of the sayings in our country is Ubuntu – the essence of being human. Ubuntu speaks particularly about the fact that you can’t exist as a human being in isolation. It speaks about our interconnectedness. You can’t be human all by yourself, and when you have this quality – Ubuntu – you are known for your generosity. We think of ourselves far too frequently as just individuals, separated from one another, whereas you are connected and what you do affects the whole World. When you do well, it spreads out; it is for the whole of humanity.”

Courtesy: Anu, my IIM-B Classmate

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan

12th May 2012

Mumbai

Balance Sheet of Life

Courtesy: Anu, my IIM-B Classmate

Our Birth is our Opening Balance!
Our Death is our Closing Balance!
Our Prejudiced Views are our Liabilities
Our Creative Ideas are our Assets

Heart is our Current Asset
Soul is our Fixed Asset
Brain is our Fixed Deposit
Thinking is our Current Account

Achievements are our Capital
Character & Morals, our Stock-in-Trade
Friends are our General Reserves
Values & Behavior are our Goodwill

Patience is our Interest Earned
Love is our Dividend
Children are our Bonus Issues
Education is Brands / Patents

Knowledge is our Investment
Experience is our Premium Account
The Aim is to Tally the Balance Sheet Accurately.
The Goal is to get the Best Presented Accounts Award.

Some very Good and Very bad things …
The most destructive habit……. …….. …..Worry
The greatest Joy……… ……… ………… …Giving
The greatest loss…….. Loss of self-respect

The most satisfying work…….. …….Helping others
The ugliest personality trait……. … …..Selfishness
The most endangered species….. ….Dedicated leaders
Our greatest natural resource…. ………. …Our youth

The greatest ‘shot in the arm’…….. ..Encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome…. …….. …Fear
The most effective sleeping pill……. Peace of mind
The most crippling failure disease….. … …….Excuses

The most powerful force in life…….. ………… . Love
The most dangerous act…… ..A gossip
The world’s most incredible computer…. . ….The brain
The worst thing to be without….. ………… ….. Hope

The deadliest weapon…… …….. ……….The tongue
The two most power-filled words……. …….. ‘I Can’
The greatest asset……. ………. …….. ….Faith
The most worthless emotion … ……… ….Self- pity

The most beautiful attire…… ……… ……..SMILE!
The most prized possession.. …….. …..Integrity
The most powerful channel of communication. ……Religion

When you stop Dreaming, Hope ends;

When you stop Believing, Love ends;

When you stop Caring and Sharing, Friendship ends

Courtesy: Anu, my IIM-B Classmate

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan

6th May 2012

Mumbai

People are Numbers

Aren’t we already ?

We are all just a series of numbers in this world.

In India for example, you can’t get anything done without your PAN (Permanent Account Number) which proves that you are a tax-resident of the country. Even Non-Resident Indians have to have a PAN if they have financial dealings in the country.

In Singapore it is the NRIC (National Registration Identity Card) number. Nothing can be done without that identification – whether you are a resident local or an expat working on an assignment for a couple of years.

Of course, you have the Passport and the Visa Numbers required when travelling overseas.

In India, things will get a bit more complicated when the Aadhar card issue is completed across the country. This is the equivalent of the NRIC, which is a photo identification card with basic data on oneself captured on the card in electronic form.

It is not clear which card will be required in what transaction – when one has to show the PAN card or the Aadhar card or both. Then we have the ration card for essential commodities which is used as address proof rather than for buying anything.

After all this, we have a series of numbers and passwords and electronic device verification code and what not. Life has become so complicated that a set of numbers govern our existence. Of course, this is the situation all around the world, so nothing special about India. The only point is that India likes multiple checks using different instruments that would be more or less serving the same purpose.

I have earlier written about the enormous strain caused by having to prove where one lives in India, especially when one does not have a permanent residence anywhere. If someone has a transferable job, his or her plight will be pathetic. There is no common agency which would ensure automatic and electronic address assignment once applied to. In Singapore, one can walk into the nearest police station and self-declare the change in address. Since penalties are heavy, no one takes the trouble of making a false declaration. The new address then automatically gets updated in a central address database which is shared across all the government departments, at least the government side is covered fully.

In India, one has to run from pillar to post to get one’s address changed. I have experienced multiple times.

So, in conclusion our life is defined by a series of ever-expanding numbers, password and one-time authentication codes and special codes sent to our mobile phone, et al. It is indeed a very difficult task to keep everything aligned, and sometimes the trauma caused by incorrect numbers is very painful.

Well, that is the way life has become and it would continue in this direction as our lives get more digitized.

Welcome to the nth generation of digital life, it is happening even in newly developing countries, get ready for tackling numbers.

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
18th March 2012
Mumbai

Driving in Mumbai

This is not a new topic for my blog.

But I felt compelled to write again, after driving today (being a Sunday and so no driver, have to find the way myself !). When the driver is driving the car, you just do something else inside the car and avoid looking out. Any focus on the traffic outside and the way you are being driven around is enough to give a newcomer the jitters.

I observed that my own way of driving a car has changed over the past several years of living in Mumbai. Previously I used to concentrate excessively on the car ahead of me and the three mirrors to see what is going on behind my car. I still sometimes do this, but mostly now I drive by instinct.

You have got to have a well-rounded 360 degree head in order to drive successfully in Mumbai, and you need to make guesstimates on how close the neighbouring car’s edge is located beside your own car’s rounded edges. This comes purely by instinct as geometrical analysis and data interpretation do not really help here on the roads. If we follow the rule that rectangles or squares move ahead in lanes on the road and you can avoid rupture by keeping the edges of the objects within the lane that you are driving, then you are headed for a disaster. That’s because of several reasons – in India, we not only have rectangles and squares, we have trapeziums, circles, ellipses, protractors, compasses, and long objects with seemingly no edges, on the roads at any time. We also have triangles and parallelograms. When you have a traffic comprising of all these objects with sometimes corrugated edges, and then you have roads in which the central dividers have swaying poles, and many a time big rocks or stones on the right edges of the road (India is on right-hand driving, which is the right way any way), then you can imagine the plight of an average driver like me.

I sometimes use the horsepower of the car to surge ahead when the traffic lights turn green, but I found that it is not always a good idea. Yes, I could create a distance between myself and the guys on my sides and back, but it does not work all the time even if I am first off the mark. The reason is simple. The pedestrians do not care about traffic signals, they keep crossing one by one – the dad first, the mom next, and then couple of children after them, or a trolley full of objects which could anytime spill over on to the road which needs to cross despite the traffic signal urging the pedestrians to stop. Apart from this unique “continuous crossing” behaviour of Indian pedestrians, we also have the super duper bikers, who have just learnt how to use their new bikes, and always use parabolic trajectories to overtake others on the road, whether the traffic signals work or not. So, when I am the first vehicle on my lane in the road, I am always almost surrounded by a bevy of bikers, just like the Prime Minister or President of India, or may be the Chief Minister of the state. This is because the bikers like the right most lane, which gives them the adrenalin rush to beat the cars and prove that parabola and ellipsoid are better geometrical figures as compared to cuboid.

Well, well, there are many tricks to be followed on Mumbai roads, but increasingly I have come to rely on my context-sensitive right brain, which signals to me that something is not right, or everything is all right. Generally, the right brain commands me to follow my instinctive reflexes, which it sends to my arms and legs which then act in conjunction to move ahead or stop. I have seen that the other vehicles have taken cognizance of my vehicle because of this manner of driving, which is better suited to Mumbai roads than the left-brain driven intelligent driving which is not practical. So, the other vehicles are now respecting me, and I am kind of pleased with my new status as a recognized driver on Mumbai suburban roads (I am yet to drive to South Mumbai even after almost six years).

I also decided that it is not worthwhile to spend a lot of money on your car in Mumbai as the sea wind causes corrosion of the undercarriage, irrespective of whatever plastic treatment you could do on your car. The bikers and cyclists almost always knock off your side view mirrors and then apologize (sometimes only) with a smile which means that these things are normal on our roads, so do not complain or even try to speak. Just keep the engine of your car running well, and that should be adequate these days. Tyres are already struggling due to the rough patches on the roads which are not attended to by the road works contractors or by the government (they know that people do not vote based on road conditions), with small stones strewn all over the roads.

Another unique feature of Mumbai suburban roads is the shrinkage of lanes from three to two and from two to one. This situation is because of the usage of road space for non-transport purposes, where almost one lane is taken up for various purposes such as loading/unloading, parking, living (yes, you have to see to believe), washing utensils and clothes, storage of heavy equipment (ostentatiously to prove that the government is going to deliver on its road improvement programmes), and conduct of political rallies or delivery of political and or religious speeches to whoever can gather in that space of the road to listen to such speakers.

The loss of such valuable space on the roads causes heartburn to both good and bad drivers, as drivers have to be extremely careful not to horn and not to hit any object (whatever be its geometric shape) or any person who is using that road space. Such practice of forcible and illegal occupation of roads continues unabated despite whatever action that the police takes.

Wow, that is more than a thousand words on my driving experience and general road-related observations from today’s driving. Enjoy driving in Mumbai using your right brain and context-sensitive pop-up menus which would guide your reflexes as you go along. Don’t worry about your car’s health – it would behave fine whatever little shocks you give to it.

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
29th January 2012
Mumbai

The Taxi Ride

Courtesy: Anu, my IIM-B Classmate

Note: I do not know the original author, so I am unable to give the credit that is absolutely due to him/her. I am just reproducing this outstanding story from an email I received from my classmate, and I believe that the more it is read, the more it would convey the importance and criticality of its central message to a wider audience. This truly impressed me and is really a great story with a strong message on how small acts of courtesy would go a very long way in life.

The Taxi ride….this is beautiful

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. after waiting a few minutes, I walked to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knick-knacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’ ‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly… .

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice.. ‘The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds
She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired. Let’s go now’.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said.

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. ‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life…..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?

What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID BUT THEY WILL
ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL

You might help make the world a little kinder and more compassionate by sending it on and reminding us that often it is the random acts of kindness that most benefit all of us.

Thank you, my friend…

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here, we might as well enjoy it…….

Courtesy: Anu, my IIM-B Classmate

Note: I do not know the original author, so I am unable to give the credit that is absolutely due to him/her. I am just reproducing this outstanding story from an email I received from my classmate, and I believe that the more it is read, the more it would convey the importance and criticality of its central message to a wider audience. This truly impressed me and is really a great story with a strong message on how small acts of courtesy would go a very long way in life.

Cheers

Vijay Srinivasan
21st January 2012
Mumbai

A Chinese Moral Story

Courtesy: Anu, my IIM-B Classmate

Once upon a time a big monk and a little monk were traveling together. They came to the bank of a river and found the bridge was damaged. They had to wade across the river.

There was a pretty lady who was stuck at the damaged bridge and couldn’t cross the river. The big monk offered to carry her across the river on his back to which the lady accepted.

The little monk was shocked by the move of the big monk and was thinking “How can big brother carry a lady when we are supposed to avoid all intimacy with females?” But he kept quiet. The big monk carried the lady across the river and the small monk followed unhappily. When they crossed the river, the big monk let the lady down and they parted ways with her.

All along the way for several miles, the little monk was very unhappy with the act of the big monk. He was making up all kinds of accusations about big monk in his head. This got him madder and madder. But he still kept quiet. And the big monk had no inclination to explain his situation.

Finally, at a rest point many hours later, the little monk could not stand it any further, he burst out angrily at the big monk. “How can you claim yourself a devout monk, when you seize the first opportunity to touch a female, especially when she is very pretty?”

All your teachings to me make you a big hypocrite.

The big monk looked surprised and said, “I had put down the pretty lady at the river bank many hours ago, how come you are still carrying her along?”

Moral: This very old Chinese Zen story reflects the thinking of many people today. We encounter many unpleasant things in our life, they irritate us and they make us angry. But like the little monk, we are not willing to let them go away. There is no point in remaining hurt by the unpleasant event after it is over. Learn to move on in life!

Courtesy: Anu, my IIM-B Classmate

Cheers,

Vijay Srinivasan
20th November 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

Lessons in Life

Courtesy: Srinagesh, my IIM-B Classmate

AZIM PREMJI’S LESSONS IN LIFE
[Azim Premji is Chairman of WIPRO]

First

The first thing I have learnt is that we must always begin with our strengths.

There is an imaginary story of a rabbit. The rabbit was enrolled in a rabbit school. Like all rabbits, it could hop very well but could not swim.

At the end of the year, the rabbit got high marks in hopping but failed in swimming. The parents were concerned. They said, ‘Forget about hopping. You are, anyway good at it. Concentrate on swimming.’ They sent the rabbit for tuitions in swimming. And guess what happened? The rabbit forgot how to hop! As for swimming, have you ever seen a rabbit swim?

While it is important for us to know what we are not good at, we must also cherish what is good in us. That is because it is only our strengths that can give us the energy to correct our weaknesses.

Second

The second lesson I have learnt is that a rupee earned is of far more value than five found.

My friend was sharing with me, the story of eight year-old niece. She would always complain about the breakfast. The cook tried everything possible, but the child remained unhappy. Finally, my friend took the child to a supermarket and brought one of those ready-to-cook cereal packets. The child had to cut the packet and pour water in the dish. The child found the food to be absolutely delicious? The difference was that she had cooked it!

In my own life, I have found that nothing gives as much satisfaction as earning our own rewards. In fact, what is gifted or inherited follows the old rule of ‘come easy, go easy’. I guess we only know the value of what we have, if we have struggled to earn it.

Third

The third lesson I have learnt is, in Cricket, no one bats a hundred every time.
Life has many challenges. You win some and lose some. You must enjoy winning. But do not let it go to the head. The moment it does, you are already on your way to failure. And if you do encounter failure along the way, treat it as an equally natural phenomenon.

Don’t beat yourself for it or anyone else for that matter! Accept it, look at your own share in the problem, learn from it and move on.

The important thing is, when you lose, do not ‘lose the lesson’.

Fourth

The fourth lesson I have learnt, is the importance of humility.

Sometimes, when you get so much in life, you really start wondering, whether you deserve all of it.

We have so much to be grateful for. Our parents, our teachers and our seniors, have done so much for us, that we can never repay them. Many people focus on the shortcomings, because obviously, no one can be perfect. But it is important to first acknowledge, what we have received.

Nothing in life is permanent, but when a relationship ends, rather than becoming bitter, we must learn to savor the memory, of the good things, while they lasted.

Fifth

The fifth lesson I learnt is, that we must always strive for excellence

One way of achieving excellence, is by looking at those better than ourselves.

Keep learning what they do differently. But excellence cannot be imposed from the outside. We must also feel the need from within.

It must involve not only our mind, but also our heart and soul. Excellence is not an act, but a habit.

I remember the inspiring lines of a poem, which says that your reach must always exceed your grasp. That is heaven on earth.

Ultimately, your only competition is yourself.

Sixth

The sixth lesson I have learnt is, never give up in the face of adversity

It comes on you, suddenly without warning.. Always keep in mind, that it is only the test of fire, that makes fine steel. A friend of mine shared this incident with me. His eight-year old daughter was struggling away at a jigsaw puzzle. She kept at it for hours but could not succeed. Finally, it went beyond her bedtime. My friend told her, “Look, why don’t you just give up? I don’t think you will complete it tonight. Look at it another day.” The daughter looked with a strange look in her eyes, “But, dad, why should I give up? All the pieces are there! I have just got to put them together!”

If we persevere long enough, we can put any problem into its perspective.

Seventh

The seventh lesson I have learnt is, that while you must be open to change, do not compromise on your values.

Mahatma Gandhiji often said, “You must open the windows of your mind, but you must not be swept off your feet by the breeze”.

Values like honesty, integrity, consideration and humility have survived for generations.

At the end of the day, it is values that define a person more than the achievements.

Do not be tempted by short cuts. The short cut can make you lose your way and end up becoming the longest way to the destination.

Final

And the final lesson I learnt is, that we must have faith in our own ideas even if everyone tells us that we are wrong.

There was once a newspaper vendor who had a rude customer. Every morning, the Customer would walk by, refuse to return the greeting, grab the paper off the shelf and throw the money at the vendor. The vendor would pick up the money, smile politely and say, ‘Thank you, Sir.’ One day, the vendor’s assistant asked him, “Why are you always so polite with him when he is so rude to you? Why don’t you throw the newspaper at him when he comes back tomorrow?” The vendor smiled and replied,

“He can’t help being rude and I can’t help being polite. Why should I let his rude behavior dictate my politeness? “

Courtesy: Srinagesh, my IIM-B Classmate

Cheers

Vijay Srinivasan
30th October 2011
Mumbai