The Dance of Change: Lessons in Transformation, Resonance, and Compassion

The Dance of Change: Lessons in Transformation, Resonance, and Compassion

The first time I heard the phrase “Change Management,” I wasn’t in a lecture hall or reading a textbook. I was on the 23rd floor of the Renaissance Centre in Detroit, in 2004, looking out at the river below, surrounded by seventeen senior leaders from the tech world’s elite. I was there for the GM Round Table, representing Wipro as the most junior person in the room.

That moment was the beginning of a journey—one that would weave through corporate high-rises, soul-testing commutes, and the quiet of a Zen meditation hall. It was a journey that taught me change is not a process to be managed, but a dance to be learned—a subtle, living art built on resonance, trust, and compassion.

Beginnings: The Mask and the Scaffolding

I felt the weight of that room deeply. My boss, Geoff Phillips, saw my trepidation. He flew in and spent weekends drilling me in the art of consulting, teaching me to put on what I later called the “Monroe Mask”—that layer of outer confidence worn to cover the inner tremors.

Soon, I realized I wasn’t the only one learning to wear a mask. Our client manager enrolled the entire team in a three-day crash course on Change and Transformation Management, led by Booz Allen & Hamilton. That was the first time I heard the term. Those three days were precious.

But in my usual, tenacious way, I couldn’t stop there. I began gathering books—an enormous collection on Change Management. From the British Council’s digital library, I painstakingly downloaded chapter by chapter from nearly fifty books. Over time, those lessons became the scaffolding of my professional life.

That scaffolding was tested to its limit during my KAUST assignment. For months, I endured a daily commute of 260 kilometers—130 km each way from Jeddah to Thuwal and back. The endless desert highway became a grinding ritual that left no space for life itself. It was this physical and mental exhaustion that finally forced my hand; I decided I had to step out of Wipro to reclaim my time and my well-being.

But then, grace intervened. My client, Carsten Svensson, upon hearing my decision, spoke directly to my bosses. He valued the work more than the policy, and carved out a direct contract. He ensured I had a Red Sea-facing apartment on campus, a monthly Emirates ticket home, and a generous raise.

Those two years gave me the freedom to fly away from the 9-to-5 rhythm. The tax-free money helped Thara and me settle all our loans, buy an apartment, and decide to live debt-free.

But this story was never about financial freedom. It was about the lessons I learned in Change Management—through books, through work, through the very grain of lived experience.

The Four Directions of Change

From Detroit to KAUST to Bangalore, the compass of change has revealed itself in four enduring lessons:

  1. Reactance – The Pushback Reflex
    Reactance is the invisible wall that rises when people feel their freedom is being curtailed. It calls to mind the wisdom of Lao Tzu:

“Water is the softest thing, yet it can penetrate mountains and earth. This shows clearly the principle of softness overcoming hardness.”

A consultant who barges in with “best practices” is the hard hammer; the wall only hardens in response. The art is to be like water—to invite rather than impose. Frame change as choice, not command. Create space for ownership, so resistance transforms into curiosity.

  1. Persuasion Radar – The Hidden Antennae
    Every individual and organization has a subtle radar scanning for manipulation. This truth is perfectly captured by an old Arabian proverb:

“He who has a hundred guests cannot seat them all at the same table, but he can offend them all with a single dish of hypocrisy.”

One insincere gesture is all it takes. Authenticity, therefore, is not a soft skill but a strategic imperative. Speak plainly, act transparently. Influence flows not from persuasion, but from resonance.

  1. Overton Window – The Horizon of Acceptability
    The Overton Window is the spectrum of ideas a community currently considers “thinkable.” It is a slow, patient process of expanding the light, much like the words of Martin Luther King, Jr.:

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

You cannot force an unthinkable idea from outside the window; you can only illuminate it from within. Frame new ideas in familiar language. Stretch the window incrementally, so what was once unthinkable becomes inevitable.

  1. Context Matters – The Ecology of Change
    I never get tired of quoting Steve Donahue’s opening from Shifting Sands:
    “How big is the top of Mount Everest?”
    “About the size of a small kitchen table,” he responded.
    “That is amazing,” I said, “You know, when you cross the Sahara Desert, there is no way of knowing where the desert ends. There is no peak, no border, no sign that says, ‘You are Now leaving the Sahara Desert – Have a nice Day!’”

This is the essence of context. There is no universal map. Context is the soil. A banyan tree may scatter thousands of seeds, but it becomes another banyan only when a seed finds the right soil. A goose thrives in a pond; a camel in the desert. Listen to the land. Change is ecological, not mechanical.

The Unlearning: Compassion as the Ground

After I left Wipro, I stepped fully into managing the affairs of our Zen meditation center, Bodhi Sangha.

In my very first week, my teacher, Fr. AMA Samy, gave me a single lesson: “Be compassionate, regardless of the situation. Don’t bring your corporate hat here.”

And then he quoted a Sanskrit sloka:
Bryat satyam, priyam bryat, na bryat apriya satyam.
(Speak the truth, speak it sweetly, but do not speak unpleasant truth.)

Here, I had no title, no salary leverage. My only tools were compassion, trust, and presence. This was the most profound validation of the principles I had studied. The compass was true, even here—especially here.

The Nuance: Honesty is Not Transparency

This journey taught me another vital lesson: Honesty and integrity are the essential blocks of transformation, but honesty is not the same as transparency.

You must be honest in all you convey. Your word must be true. But to believe you must reveal every card in your hand, in a compulsive rush for total transparency, is to invite disaster. It can overwhelm, create unnecessary panic, or be weaponized against the very change you seek.

Nature understands this deeply. Human beings and animals have skin. Trees have bark. These are not walls of deception; they are vital boundaries that protect the delicate life within, allowing for selective exchange with the outside world. They are membranes of wisdom.

You can speak your truth with integrity without revealing the raw, unfinished, and vulnerable core all at once. Timing, dosage, and discernment are everything. This is the lesson from nature: be honest in your being, but wise in your revelation.

The Final Truth: Time is the Essence

And yet, all these principles rest upon one universal, non-negotiable truth: Time is the essence of all change.

We cannot alter this principle, regardless of the compulsions of Wall Street or Dalal Street. One cannot create a baby in two months by enlisting four mothers.

Nature achieves everything—without hurrying, without hastening. This brings to mind the timeless wisdom of Lao Tzu:

“He who stands on tiptoe doesn’t stand firm.
He who rushes ahead doesn’t go far…

If you want to accord with the Tao,
just do your job, then let go.”

The Dance Is the Path

So, this is my synthesis. My learning.

Change is not a formula to be memorized. It is a dance. A flight path constantly being reshaped by winds, horizons, and landscapes.

This philosophy redefines our role as that of a pilgrim—a seeker who walks alert to resistance, attuned to sincerity, patient with horizons, and humble before context.

In a world obsessed with speed and scale, this compass reminds me that true transformation is never about control.

It is always, and only, about resonance. And resonance requires the courage to be honest, the wisdom to be discerning, and the patience to listen to the ancient rhythms of nature itself.

 

On the Way of Fireflies and False Lights and Borrowed Brilliance

On the Way of Fireflies and False Lights and Borrowed Brilliance

Btw Nature as we call it is not all about serene views and instagram photo shoot opportunities… As every Rose comes its thorn, nature too comes with its own paradoxes….. After rainfall, especially regions like Tamil Nadu, it’s common to witness swarms of winged insects. They are winged termites or ants… (they are not Fireflies) Attracted to artificial light, and die within hours.. gathering around artificial lights.. interesting thing is they are alwys swarm near to blue or white elctric lamps.. anot the yellowish ones. aFter swarming, they shed their wings and die quickly.. Naturalists say especially if they fail to. mate of find shelter.. And often in the mornigns yo see piles of dead insects near the map. By the fireflies are biolumiescent insects that emit light from their abdomen. And they are not attracted to artificial light in the same way. They are not known to swarm and die en masse around eletric lamps.

This natural paradox is a powerful metaphor for our own lives and careers. How often are we, like the insects, drawn to the “borrowed brilliance” of trendy ideologies, external validation, or the glamour of someone else’s success? This mindless swarming is not true community, and such attraction rarely leads to meaningful union or purpose.

This challenge of navigating external noise is not new. Steve Jobs articulated it perfectly when he explained the core of Apple’s marketing philosophy, saying:

“This is a very complicated world; it’s a very noisy world. And we’re not going to get a chance to get people to remember much about us. No company is. And so we have to be really clear on what we want them to know about us.”

This is the corporate equivalent of the firefly’s path. Jobs understood that the only way to cut through the “noisy world” was not to swarm towards the artificial lights of competitors or trends, but to be radically clear about your own core identity—to generate your own light from within.

May be that is why Buddhs said to us “appo deepo bhava” and. Krishamurti wrote ““It is only when you are a light to yourself that there is freedom.” The insects teach us: Not all light is guidance. Not all swarming is Sangha. Not all attraction leads to union.

Let us not be drawn to borrowed brilliance. Let us glow from within, like the firefly— not to dazzle, but to illuminate the path.

Manu, Rishi, Thara, Zen and Mastercard….

Manu, Rishi, Thara, Zen and Mastercard….

Yesterday was the day I had shared the news of home leaving to many.  Thara and Rishi had got a holiday due to a death of prominent politicians and Manu was at home for his vacation. My second son, Rishi suggested let us give a dinner at Paragon to Papa and we all ended up in Paragon @ Church Street for an early dinner.  He knew my favorite eating places in Blr are TRC and Paragon.

After placing order, as I was looking at Manu and Rishi’s face and listening to their discussion, what came to my mind was what Gibran wrote in The Prophet. I wonder, how many times I would have read that small book.  May be at least 100 times. Though I can type in most of the passages from my memory, let me quote from the text.

 On Children

And a woman who held a baby against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
     And he said:
     Your children are not your children.
     They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
     They come through you but not from you,
     And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

     You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
     For they have their own thoughts.
     You may house their bodies but not their souls,
     For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
     You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
     For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
     You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
     The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
     Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
     For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

From The Prophet (Knopf, 1923). This poem is in the public domain.

 A long time back when Thara’s grand uncle, who was a very wealthy coffee planter in Wynad, had visited us in Bangalore.  He then suggested us to send our children to Rishi Valley School. He himself had his school education at Rishi Valley before Second world war and then went to UCLA for his graduation. When Thara had mentioned that will be too expensive, he did very generously offer that he will pay their fees.  It so seems, even after Thara completed her Engineering , he did offer to fund her higher education in USA. But her conservative father could not even imagine his daughter studying is such a faraway place. visited us in Bangalore.  Maybe I was fortunate  , Or I would not have met her and married her…   

We both moved to Kanakapura Road from BTM Layout, so that our children go to a Krishnamurti school.  When we went for Manu’s interview, (the school interviews parents and not children to ascertain their fitment to school’s purpose and culture), Dr. Satish Inamdar, who was then the Director of the school, told us, you got to let go your child, as a mother bird let her younger one fly away.  Your son may end up as a great artist or ordinary painter. In a way, he was advising us not to project our own life aspirations to our children.  It was quite a sage like, and he said it like a prophet.

 Much later, as Manu was considering his post school options, as a matter of a fact, he told me and Thara, “while I appreciate what you both are, I really don’t want to be like you.  I want to be rich, and I want to be an investment banker.”.  HE wanted to further pursue his education in financial engineering and currently enrolled in a Applied economics degree at JGU.  Last week, he taught me about Options and futures in such simple terms, I was all ears, and my heart was swelling with pride and admiration for him.

 And Rish is just on the opposite end of the spectrum. He draws and paints well and I was suggesting him to take up Fine arts. But his mind is so focused in Sports management, he even spent a few weeks at Rahul Dravid academy. He is the one of the foremost fan of Manchester United, wants to be in Sports Management.  His craze for ManU might have been started, after I got to him a few original football jerseys , while I was working in Gulf.  The first one was a ManU jersey.  . I jokingly told him that I will work hard to finance his MBA in Sports Mgmt., he will work for Liverpool Football Club instead of his dream job at Man United.  I was asking hm, how can a Liverpool fan, finance a potential employee of our rival Manchester United!!   I was urging him to switch sides.   He with a brave face, told me, Papa I don’t need your money, I will apply for a sports loan. But I am going to work for Manchester United.

 Food came and discussions topics too changed.

 While we were waiting for the bill, Thara shared a recent news story of Anada Krishnan, the Malaysian Tycoon who passed away just a few days ago. It so seems, his son left a $ 5 Billion inheritance to be a Zen monk in a monastery at the age of 18. Now he is an Abbot in that monastery.  When Rishi asked me, “Papa, aren’t you too leaving a billion dollar each, pointing to Manu and himself. “,

 I could just respond with a wry smile.

 I thought as I was getting up after paying the bill with my credit card, but did not say, “there are things money can’t buy, like Manu, Rishi  Thara and Zen.  For rest of the things there is Mastercard.”

 

The spoke of work in my wheel of life…

The spoke of work in my wheel of life…

(Picture courtesy: Team-BHP.com)

Sometimes, the metaphors that commonly used are an indicator on the conditioned and ingrained way of thinking.

The spoke in the wheel literally means, making it very difficult for someone to achieve something they had planned to do.  When we integrate work , wisely , as a spoke to the wheel of life , then the spoke of work starts working harmoniously with other spokes in the wheel of our life and ensures joy and peace of mind in our way of life. 

 I have two points of view regarding this.

 First about the term Work – Life balance.

 The term Work life balance triggers the image of a weight scale or balance with two trays which separates life from work.  Rather it is more helpful to imagine a wheel of life with multiple spokes.  Spokes of relationship – to self, dear and near, org and society, taking care of oneself (exercises for mind and body), recreation and entertainment, silent time, work etc.  Each spoke is as important as any other spoke, if we wish to keep the wheel of life rolling, without toppling to one side, on the Way of life.  The spokes are important so are the space between those spokes.  And each spoke is a relationship we have with one facet of our life.  All those spokes consist of what can be called living.  We cannot take living out of our life.  Likewise, you cannot take out of those spokes out of the wheel. (Though the concept of maglev was invented by a German engineer more than a century back.  )

 As Lao Tsu wrote

 “Thirty spokes share the wheel’s hub;

It is the center hole that makes it useful.

Shape the clay into a vessel;

It is the space within that makes it useful.

Cut doors and windows for a room;

It is the holes that make it useful.

There benefit from what is there;

Usefulness from what is not there.”

     Chapter 11 Tao Te Ching Lao Tsu (Translated by Gia-Fu Feng and Jane English )

 

If we let any one of the spoke out grow other spokes, then  wheel or circle cease to be  one and there ends  its journey in the way of life, temporarily or permanently.

 Then it is not about just over working, even people can get negatively impacted on overexercising or overeating or  binge-watching Netflix as a way of entertainment.  There is a limit our brain can take glucose or our heart oxygen.  More or less is not only , not beneficial it can be harmful.  

 Secondly, it is important to note that, certain professions, need utmost focus and attention from us, such intensity can be sustained only a few hours at a time /stretch.  It could be the role of a  surgeon, or a truck/bus driver, or a pilot  or even a cook etc.  They all do need a total cut off from work and need absolute rest of body and mind for rejuvenating.  But for many other professions, still if people think, they need a totally segregation of work from rest of their life, it does indicate, their environment in which they work contributes to their stress rather than the work itself.  It could be toxic culture, toxic boss, or overcompetitive coworkers etc.   If I am not too to keen on finding out, or annoyed at, Or feeling stressed out, why my  Boss or my colleagues at work or my customers tries to reach me , when I am at other spokes of my wheel of life, then it could stem more from their images I have “Built” in my mind . I can surely bet that it is not too positive.  We could reverse that question.  If a dear and near, a loved one, tries to reach us during our work hours, what would be our response.

 

To take this argument forward, If  someone , still really thinks the spoke of Work has to be separated form his wheel of life,  s/he got to really got to really evaluate, whether that particular spoke fits wheel with their wheel of life , in values and principles.  Each one of us may have different types of wheel of life.  While I still consider my wheel of life as that of a bullock cart, there could be people with a wheel of life of a Ferrari.

Understanding Distress and DeSTRESS in Life

Understanding Distress and DeSTRESS in Life

Over the last few days, air and internet waves were filled with two tragic news.

                   One related to an untimely death of a young professional at a very well-known consulting firm and another a suicide at the premier Management school of India. Regarding the death of the young management professional, the reports said, “stress from a toxic workplace”, while the suicide was attributed to “Stress from organizing The Red Brick Summit is suspected as a contributing factor”.!

 The first one drew a lot of comments and opinion in social media, many of them (even from successful business leaders and public figures) reactionary (imv), while the second news did not elicit that kind of traction.  The world in general, and people (we) in particular, does not have that kind of appetite for tragedy per se. As quite addicted Netflix and Hot stars, we want everything in episodes. One at a time.

 As a primetime member of the social media mob, after scapegoating and fixing the responsibility right there, for those tragedies in a hurry, I too was moving on.  Till I observed two different ways of living and looking at the word from my teenaged sons.

 Before narrating those incidents, it will be pertinent for me introduce them to you.  Both, Manu and Rishi are quite smart, intelligent quite well read and worldly wise beyond their ages. And most importantly they are their own masters. Me and Thara, my better half, had made it a point, to let them choose what they want or need in their life. Whether it is in the matter of career, education, food or even God.  They also had the good fortune to be educated in one of most stress free, supporting, empowering and nontoxic schooling environments the current world can offer.

 Manu is a second-year graduate student of Economics in a premier university. And he had represented his Uty team in an intercollegiate Taekwondo tournament. He was/is very passionate about marital arts.   I was attending a sesshin at Zendo, while he was at the tournament. When I did not see any message from him for 2- 3 days, I was a bit worried. And was quite relieved, when he called me one evening.  He narrated quite happily, how he cleared 4 tough rounds and lost in the quarter final.  To quote his own words, “Papa, he was too fast and good for me, and I got pummeled a bit and I will take a day or two to recover. But my Coach told me, I did well, and I got to be ready for the tournament at IIT Kanpur and i got to practice. Am going there. “

 As a parent, I was quite happy and proud to hear that. Not many things can be as stressful for a youth as an intercollegiate martial tournament. What more a parent, a life coach and Zen teacher can aspire from his son than the way young Manu took a physically hurting (and possibly mentally too) defeat on his stride, and was looking forward to his next stint at the arena !

 

But that pride did not last that long. Just two days later, Thara called me to say, Rishi, our second son, who is in 12th standard, seems to be bit stressed and it is reported he did have some challenges wrt sleep.  And that was a total surprise for me.  I had considered myself as one of the coolest cucumbers in the world as a student. I had shared quite a few times with my children, how as a final year Mech Engineering student in 1994, I chose to watch all the world cup soccer matches held in USA and chose to skip quite a few exams.  Due to time difference often, the matches started early morning and myself and my roomie and good friend. “Goofy” Sudhakar used to be only two idiots in the hostel TV room.  Sudhakar, stopped being a partner in that, once his favorite team Germany lost. And I continued that very valiantly till Brazil won the final against Italy.

Rishi is one up on me on the coolness quotient, so that he will wait even if someone raises an alarm that sky is going to fall down his head. As the news about him being stressed was a bit amusing to me.  I was suspecting some romance in the air, when I spoke to him after I came back home.  After doing his two-week internships at Rahul Dravid Academy, he does talk a bit of about joining a sport management course and his dream job is to work for ManUnited his favorite team.  But he had not applied his mind on how to reach his goal. And that would have hit on the head, when he happened to hear all those clear-cut plans of his hostel mates about what they are doing next year + when he had realized that he did not have any such plans.  May be, for the very first time in his life, my son was worried and stressed.  He did manage to hide that within himself, till it started affecting his life and behavior. Fortunately for him and us, we noticed in time and could help him out.   All it took was just a 5- 10 minute “Reframing the perspective” exercise Thara and me had learnt from venerable NLP Guru Dr. Richard McHugh some 20 years back. That did the trick and sooner he was back to his normal self. The very next day, Tuesday, I had to wake him up so that he won’t miss his bus to school and his term examination. 

It is not my case that the world in which we live and environmental factors don’t play a role in making our life miserable and stressful. It does. But the real villain is the 3 pound of human cells behind our eyes and between our ears. Nature/God/Natural Selection/Evolution have ended up in designing we human beings for survival than for our wellbeing.  They don’t give a damn, if we are left scared, fearful and miserable, as long as we last one more day more in our account of life and manages to pass on our genes to the next gene. That is their common minimum program and nothing more. We are all wired and programmed for it.

 To quote from one of the foremost  modern texts on the matter : “The individual’s perception of environmental demands and personal coping resources is the critical variable in determining the nature of the stress response. The objective conditions of the environment are important only to the extent that they influence these processes of primary and secondary appraisal. (Evans and Cohen on Environmental Stress) .” That is written in academic English for psychology professionals.

 But from my Epistemology classes of Prof. Indrani Bhattacharjee at Azim Premji Uty, I know that is no different from  rajju-sarpa-nyaya of  Indian philosophy.  As per that when there is less light, a curled up rope is mistaken for a snake.  And that happens due to the inbuilt programming  Nature had written inside our skulls which results in fright and fear and anxiety.  But when the Light returns, calm and peace comes back due to the accurate perception of it being a mere rope.  And the gap between destress and distress is  approximately 23.7 mm. That is the sagittal vertical (height) of a human adult eye.

No wonder, Buddha, Siddhartha Gautama, the noble one, chose Samma Dhitti,( Right view ) as his first core teaching in his eight fold path to wisdom.  And we will be able to perceive this reality as it is only when we are aware of the programmed filters Nature had put in us, with which we look, hear and feel this world.  

Even if the “Rope” is a real poisonous snake, remember that Stephen Covey’s quote,

 “it isn’t the snake bite that does the serious damage; it’s chasing the snake that drives the poison to the heart”. 

Zen and fine art of dishwashing.

Zen and fine art of dishwashing.

27 August 2024  Tuesday  night and  31 August 2024 Saturday day at  Little Flower Zendo , Perumal malai

Brother Thay getting ready to cook his meal… Photo courtesy : Plum Village site.

It was quite a cold, but pleasant Tuesday evening at the Kanzeon Zendo, Perumal malai. Most of the evenings here are pleasant  ( mornings , days and nights too !)  (. Only the degree of pleasantness and joy varies ) .  Sky was covered with  dark rain clouds and thick bed sheets of  fog enveloped everything else beneath the sky. Fog in the blue mountains can blind anyone including an advanced manmade machine.   Tragic chopper accident which killed many including our ex-Defense Chief happened during daytime near  Ooty. 

And to add to it,  it was kind of pitch dark. One can say Carbon black dark. It was time to go to sleep for all sentient beings.   The sounds of crickets  and the roar of   Kanzeon Zendo waterfall together made a bad symphony.  The recent rains, seems to have helped the Waterfall to regain her mojo and  the reclaiming  roar overwhelmed any other sounds in the nature. Whenever I look at that waterfall  (Since the waterfall is just across my window, where I sit and work, that is most of my waking or working time)  what comes to mind is  immortal punch dialogue on Bruce Lee on Water.  “Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water”.

Zen Master Fr AMA Samy  was just back at the Zendo  from his month-long European tour , where he led Zen Sesshins in Germany, Sweden and Vienna.  He is 89 years young.  He had a stop over at Dubai and quite a bit of long wait in Chennai airport and a long drive from Madurai to Kodaikanal. ( Usually it takes around 3- 3.5 hrs and since there is some road work is going on , guess it took a bit longer.) He joined us for tea and said he feels quite exhausted and tired. Then he asked me about which Koan I am working on.  I was at  Mumonkan 12  Zuigan calls himself “Master”.  I was hedging that since he will be tired, there wont be any Dokusan that day.  Typical Mgmt Consultat way I suggested to him, we can do the next day since he will be tired. AMA smiled at me knowingly and compassionately and retired to his room and  I  too happily signed off for the day.

    Jio net internet signals were still holding strong.     I logged into the teaser (marketing)  session of Ontology in Leadership Coaching.  I was kind of looking forward to it.  I did have a 1 minute “elevator pitch” knowledge in Ontology. ( Am a 1-minute expert on almost all the things under the Sun including  Zen, which means  can deliver a punch and opening line for a minute and then move on to the next topic. 😊 )    Though I had taken courses in  Phenomenology , Hermeneutics and Epistemology at  Azim Premji Uty, somehow did not have any traction with the subject Ontology.  As the facilitator was holding up the card, in which bold letters it was written OA-> R ( which meant the way of being precedes action and result),  there was a LinkedIn alert on the computer screen about an article  Jayanth had posted.

 Jayanth, was  an ex -senior colleague in the Business Change management practice at  Wipro consulting and he had done well for himself in that area.  Currently, he is a partner for Culture and Change with a leading   global organizational  consulting firm in the world.  He is quite a thought leader in that area.  I thought I will glance at that article and get back to the session.  The article was written by his CEO.  The opening lines were interesting, and  I chose to read the article and that triggered  writing this blog. Then that is how life is.  Life is what happens to you, when you plan for other things.

The  summary  of the article read , “ In today’s work culture, transforming mandatory tasks into fulfilling activities is crucial for motivation. This article explores how shifting from “have to” to “want to” can enhance job satisfaction and productivity. Discover strategies to make this shift and share these insights with your network.” The marketing byline of the solution from that article was “  how leaders can help find meaning—and sometimes excitement—in their work. “

 What came to mind as a flash was a very old interview of   K.V. Kamath in Rediff.   For the uninitiated,  K.V. Kamath was a legendary banker and corporate leader who succeeded another ( more ?) legendary banker and corporate leader N  Vaghul at  ICICI.  And Rediff was the only URL many of us ( Netizens of my gen) used to access some time back. Now defunct. That interview was dated  09 Feb 2005 and  Mr. Kamath was talking about  motivation or lack of motivation amongst the brightest of  Indian talent he had recruited from then leading Indian B Schools.  Let me quote from the article.

 It is worth reading, in his own words.

“KV  Kamath:  ICICI had a problem of atrophy, and we had to break out of it if we were to survive. In 1996-1997, we had this wonderful situation where youngsters would come and atrophy within a year. They were a small group of twenty, all from the top 10 per cent of the four major B-schools. One day I asked one of these youngsters to mail merge 25 letters. Two days later I asked what happened to those letters. He made some excuse. I went back to my room and in twenty minutes I did the mail merge, printed out the letters, signed them, and left them on his table.

My colleague, (Executive Director) Nachiket Mor, threw up his hands in frustration. His question was, ‘What has changed these youngsters?’ They were bright and bubbly, top of the class people. Yet within six to eight months of working at ICICI, they had atrophied, lost their motivation. The atrophy ran deep.”

https://www.rediff.com/money/2005/feb/09bspec.htm

So what Jayanth’s CEO was talking about (or writing about) is a problem from time immemorial. It was rather surprising, regardless of the advancement we had made in our life , in  computer science, internet technologies, Neuroscience, Psychology etc. from 1996-2024,  still  one of the  management problems was same. !  And the moot point was how  Kamath could/would have helped that “great talent” from premier B School to find meaning ( WHY ! ) , leave along finding excitement  in a mundane task.

I won’t be wrong if I write , one of the most researched topics in Management  is “methods to boost employee motivation and productivity. “

Two cliched ways I am intending to avoid.  One, don’t want to  list down the reasons why we do ( or don’t do)   what do or don’t do.  Second, not going to give a laundry list  of  1, 2, 3…   of Quick fix on the solution.  Ever since Stephen Covey wrote that classic book of personal transformation, it is fashionable or  even a must to list down a few solutions !

Also, I am not going the way of  finding purpose route.  As I understood from my own life, my purpose of life  is not divinely ordained.   Rather I am the one who defines/ projects meaning and purpose in my day-to-day life.  That is because, God or Nature or Mu or Essence or Emptiness,  is not only,  “not a Dictator, but  S/he/it  is the master  change or transformation manager and knew very well that  it is better to give that choice to us. Or  why would all of us would have been endowed with Free will or agency to decide what we want from this world or what we want to give to the world and  what we want to become.

Even otherwise, just imagine, finding our purpose for cleaning a full basket of dirty dishes, or  mopping the floor,  cleaning up our cupboard, dusting our book shelf or  as Kamath wrote, create  a mail bulletin to share with customers ……..

As I learnt from AMA Samy, in Zen there is no Why ! From moment to moment, you are called by life and you respond to that call. You become yourself only in this call and response.

 Again, it is worthwhile asking, do we need to get inspired and pumped up all the times to get by  our day-to-day life!  What people don’t realize, depending on adrenaline and dopamine to motivate us, takes us on a slippery slope.   They work like psychedelic drugs . Our bodily easily builds up tolerance to such chemicals  and motivators , whether that is  intrinsic to our body or mind  or  external to us.

Next day  as I was lighting the lamp at the Zendo in preparation for the morning Zazen at 530 am, AMA was there .  I was leading the sesshin as Zendo leader and was in charge of bells  and recitals etc.  Zen bells are a bit complicated. We have different types of bells for different intents and a different way of holding etc.  As usual I did make my quota of mistakes. And I was happy when I thought no one else noticed it except for me.  After breakfast, AMA  called me into the Zendo again.  And then asked me to sit on the meditation cushion, Sat in front of me on the floor in vajrasana  and taught me how to do it properly.  He did it so slowly and in a measured way and so patiently and in such a compassionate way, for a moment I knew what Zen is.  He added before he left that in Zen nothing is more holy than any other thing. And nothing is unholy.  In our ordinary life all ordinary moments are extraordinary and it important to be present to anything we do in life. And that is Zen. Nothing more ..Nothing less.

When he was teaching me so patiently about it, I was thinking about my blog on  Zen and the  fine art of dish washing. Was wondering  what really motivates a Zen master.

Then what I am writing about is what motivates an ordinary human with an ordinary mind and ordinary life  like me.  I learnt it when I was  saving myself from  Deep depression and padding  to bat  for second innings of  my life.  Rather than  digging again   the skeletons of reasons  that landed me in that terrible  state , which I had   buried  long ago in deep grave within my psyche, I would write about what got me out that well of a hell…

It is almost a  boot strap process. In Computers, a bootstrap program is the first line of code which runs and loads the operating system. The entire Operating system depends on the correct way of working of the bootstrap program. In my case, it was the compassion of my dear and near and mentors which worked as Bootstrap code for me. More on that later.

The insight I got from the whole trauma is, we lose our mind, when we get stuck between the heaviness of our past and the fear and concerns of the future.  To paraphrase that immortal sentence of  Viktor Frankl ( which was made very famous by Stephen Covey),  “Between past and the future, there is a small sliver of moment which we call present. In that moment, lies our freedom to be. And in that being lies our joy and peace. “ We lose our mind when  past meets the future, and the sliver of moment disappears with our wellness and joy.

Jiddu Krishnamurti wrote  “Because time is fear and if the mind of a human being is to be totally free of fear psychologically, completely, absolutely to be free of fear, he must understand time. Time as the movement of thought. And is there an action which is without time? That is: time ends, action begins. “

The moment we understand that Fear is a product of our thought, and it does not have an independent existence from our thought, it dissolves into nothingness.  He goes to add with the example of a mountain and a microphone.  A mountain is not created by thought. It exists independent of thought.  But a microphone ( a computer or an ipad ) is created by our thought. It too exists independent of thought.  Likewise, fear too is created by thought like the concept of “Me / I”. But  our mind  tends to think,  that  Fear , Me /I also exist independent of thought.  All our misery and suffering start from this.

 It is also interesting that we think about the present moment as the current second, we are aware of.   Krishnamurti  spends a lifetime trying to teach his audience that   psychological time is not the same as  Chronological time .  Have you read that wonderful poem “Time is” by Henry Van Dyke.   

“Time is too slow for those who wait,

Too swift for those who fear,

Too long  for those who grieve,

Too short for those who rejoice.

But for those who Love,

Time is not. “

As we stop living in the past and future, the space between them expands and our living in the present can stretch to an eon.

Again Value ( the value we put on things ) is also a creation of our thought.  Not long ago. Just in mid-19th Century, Napoleon III  served his most honored guests’ meals on aluminum plates, while the lesser privileged were forced to have their meals on gold or silver plates. 

Value we assign to things are subjective and contextual.  It is just a property we assign to a thing- a product, a service, a person, an experience.  Nothing more.   When Adam Smith and Capitalism  won over  Marx and Marxism,  it also affected  the way our brain part ventral striatum.  As we progressed across generations, what is priced in the Market space ended up of being more value to us.  Market does not reward the process or journey… Or what you gain in the process of journey   personal are of little interest to the marketplace.  So the focus is always on the destination or product.  Again, we hardly realize the carrot dangling in front of the donkey is always in the future.

 How does all these adds up  in the fine art of dish washing ???

We tend to pick and choose what we want to do or pursue or avoid  menial tasks , because  hardcoded   preprogrammed way our mind, which  made us a slave of  our own past memories and projections  of the future with respect to value or misery from it.

When we become aware of it, we start living in the present moment.  Anything that we do with awareness, becomes a joyful activity.  Samu (Service) is not different from Zazen in Zen.  Even making a cup of Tea and serving is of value:  of spiritual in nature. We hardly  understand  that it just opens up our creative mind.  And  we will be quite amazed to realise that our own mind, when it is empty of thoughts and is still, is not just limited within our cranium.  IT frees us from the heavy baggage of memory of the past and  fear and paranoia about the uncertain future.

Let me quote one of my favorite paras from Pirsig’s   Zen and art of motor cycle maintenance.

This is about an incident, when Pirsig was teaching Creative writing university students at Montana.

He  had  been having trouble with students who had nothing to say. At first he thought it was laziness but later it became apparent that it wasn’t. They just couldn’t think of anything to say.

One of them, a girl with strong-lensed glasses, wanted to write a five-hundred-word essay about the United States. He was used to the sinking feeling that comes from statements like this and suggested without disparagement that she narrow it down to just Bozeman.

When the paper came due she didn’t have it and was quite upset. She had tried and tried but she just couldn’t think of anything to say.

He had already discussed her with her previous instructors, and they’d confirmed his impressions of her. She was very serious, disciplined and hardworking, but extremely dull. Not a spark of creativity in her anywhere. Her eyes, behind the thick-lensed glasses, were the eyes of a drudge. She wasn’t bluffing him, she really couldn’t think of anything to say, and was upset by her inability to do as she was told.

It just stumped him. Now he couldn’t think of anything to say. A silence occurred, and then a peculiar answer: “Narrow it down to the main street of Bozeman.” It was a stroke of insight. She nodded dutifully and went out. But just before her next class she came back in real distress, tears this time, distress that had obviously been there for a long time. She still couldn’t think of anything to say, and couldn’t understand why, if she couldn’t think of anything about all of Bozeman, she should be able to think of something about just one street.

He was furious. “You’re not looking!” he said. A memory came back of his own dismissal from the University for having too much to say. For every fact there is an infinity of hypotheses. The more you look the more you see. She really wasn’t looking and yet somehow didn’t understand this.

He told her angrily, “Narrow it down to the front of one building on the main street of Bozeman. The Opera House. Start with the upper left-hand brick.”

Her eyes, behind the thick-lensed glasses, opened wide. She came in the next class with a puzzled look and handed him a five-thousand-word essay on the front of the Opera House on the main street of Bozeman, Montana. “I sat in the hamburger stand across the street,” she said, “and started writing about the first brick, and the second brick, and then by the third brick it all started to come and I couldn’t stop. They thought I was crazy, and they kept kidding me, but here it all is. I don’t understand it.”

Neither did he, but on long walks through the streets of town he thought about it and concluded she was evidently stopped with the same kind of blockage that had paralyzed him on his first day of teaching. She was blocked because she was trying to repeat, in her writing, things she had already heard, just as on the first day he had tried to repeat things he had already decided to say. She couldn’t think of anything to write about Bozeman because she couldn’t recall anything she had heard worth repeating. She was strangely unaware that she could look and see freshly for herself, as she wrote, without primary regard for what had been said before. The narrowing down to one brick destroyed the blockage because it was so obvious she had to do some original and direct seeing.”

 In a Zendo, the Master teaches his disciples this, by assigning us work. We call it Samu.  Over the past 13 years, I used to get assigned to all kind of work, sweeping the inner court yard to outer areas, mopping,  gardening, taking care of the  sand garden, cutting vegetables , dish washing  and cleaning rest rooms.  Most of the Zen students rush to see the notice board to see what they are allotted and  either gets elated or completely disheartened.  I remember the day I was assigned to  wash dishes after lunch.  The kitchen staff cooks for some 35 students + 10 staff.  I almost fainted when I saw the sink and huge side table with all those vessels, cutting boards etc.  A much older German gentleman with whom I was supposed to do the task, looked at my face and asked me , is it the first time I am getting this samu.  When I answered yes, he took out his phone and in the youtube showed me a short video clip of Alan watts talking about  dish washing.  And it changed the way I looked at dish washing forever.

Alan Watts is one of the best raconteurs of Zen. In my view, no one ever comes near , leave alone at par with Alan Watts on  prose or delivery of it. Hence, I would request you to watch that video.  In that he just teaches us again what is taught in Zazen meditation.  We get disheartened by our memories of the past and  future expectations.  The moment we focus on the present,  anything becomes a joyous activity.  Even  dish washing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qx4fUpalvTU

 There is a wonderful movie named. The Karate Kid made in 1984.  There is another newer version where Jackie Chan stars.  But still the original where Pat Morita as Mr. Miyagi is a class apart. Worth watching, if you have not seen that movie.  I had shown that a few times to Manu and Rishi.  In fact, it is a semi-autobiographical story based on the life of its screen writer Robert Mark Kamen. When Robert was 17 years old, he did face a similar situation in New York.

In that movie Daniel who gets bullied and beaten up asks Miyagi to teach him Karate. And Miyagi starts his training by instructing the boy to do menial tasks like cleaning.  One of the cult scenes of that movie, “wax on, wax off” reshaped the simple motion of polishing a car into the action of martial arts. And Daniel initially don’t want to do the menial tasks.  He calls it quits. And when Miyagi makes him understand how those menial tasks shapes into beautiful karate actions, Daniel’s transformation begins.   As the old quote from Websters, “”Nothing is profane that serveth to holy things.”   Most probably K.V. Kamath knew that and that understudy / intern from IIMs did not.

 If you think, living in the present moment, is all spiritual balderdash, let me give you an examples from the arena of competitive sports.  Nothing is played with more high stakes than competitive spectator sports in this world now.

This is Roger Fedrer talking about  focusing on the moment and  current point. While addressing graduates of Dartmouth college , Fedex said , “When you’re playing a point, it has to be the most important thing in the world, and it is. But when it’s behind you, it’s behind you.” That is regardless of where it is played, whether it is the first round of an obscure tournament, or the final of Wimbledon.

 That is Zen way of being in the current moment. You don’t worry about the past wins or loses, neither you are concerned about the future, you are with the current point.  If one must be in that state, one got to rewire his brain, to get out of the prison of value and fear.

In a way it does not matter whether you are playing in a competitive sport, or just preparing a routine mail to be posted to a few clients, ringing shokei or mokygyo, cutting vegetables or cleaning dishes, it is all exercises to empty our mind and be aware of our true self.  That is the only lesson one got learn from Zen.  But that lesson takes a lifetime to learn.

 (With due apologies to Robert Pirsig the author of “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintenance” .  I had read, read and reread that book, while the second book he wrote Lila stayed untouched in my bookshelf over some 25 years. When I started getting quotes, punch lines etc. from that book on the tip of my tongue, I had realized it is   kind of etched in my mind. This blog, in a sense is a catharsis for me to empty my mind 😊. Again, this is a long litany of ideas, hopping from one to another, like a butterfly in the garden of ideas. Hope u had the intrinsic motivation to  be there on the way till the last word. Pls do drop in a comment . Peace and Joy to you. Thanks. )

 

 

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