Thursday, April 29, 2010

A Simple Recipe for Revolution


Seth Godin, the iconoclast marketing expert, asked thinkers that he respects to send him brief notes on what they think we should all think about and do in 2010.


Jessica Hagy the idea cartoonist whose blog “Indexed” puts out a great new ideagram almost every day, submitted a simple formula of what we must try and question.

Apply Jessica’s formula and the mind is forced to unearth the numerous notions that have become part of our mental make-up and which instead of anchoring us in reality might be holding us back to discovering higher truths and better and more efficient ways to live and work. I find it useful to apply the method to motherhood areas like children’s education and leadership as well as everyday pursuits like choosing leisure activities or catalyzing business growth.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Unthinking Busybodies Business

They started out as people like us. The English-speaking denizens of the news dissemination business on TV. But which one of us would grant them, without trepidition, entry into our homes now? Everyone of them now comes across as insufferable smirks who, forgot examining all sides of any given issue, manage the stupendous task of maximizing both intellectual laziness and vigorous bigotry on every single issue, every single time, financed and supported not just by a philistine phalanx of imagination-challenged, ethically-bankrupt brand managers , media planners and buyers but also increasingly by political and corporate slush funds.
I believe there is an opportunity for people like us to challenge this status quo. We could create a Citizen"s News channel. Financed by a co-operative of people like us with nobody owning more than 5%. The channel could break out of the traditional models of news gathering eschewing expensive OB vans and roving reporters and invest in advanced systems of crowd sourcing, advanced versions of the pioneering i-Report model on CNN and concentrate on honest, intelligent, in-depth analysis. We could side step the stranglehold of traditional cable distribution and build a web-based model which in fact allows us to create concurrent print, radio and TV properties. The web channel will be as ubiquitous as cable, especially among the educated young, within the next five years. I believe this business model can be supported entirely through subscriptions and no-strings-attached endowments.
I am willing to put in a million rupees of my own as seed money to put more flesh on this idea and start building the platformr provided I can find 20 more of us willing to do so. Give me a shout if this has you thinking.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Lying Dream

Zeus, harking back to Lit classes and Homer’s Iliad, sent Agamemnon a Lying Dream to deceive him into attacking Troy with the false promise of victory. Thinking about it today for some reason my mind frames, harking back to the debating societies of school, a debate: Is Lying Dream an Oxymoron?. Life as a adult is less about debates than accepting and giving shut-up calls but then what are blogs for?


Take dreams. The kind that Lalit Modi at the IPL 3 Award Ceremony thanked the world for making come true. Lying Modi or Lying Dreams? Is there an escape from truth an in-built and essential feature of all dreams? Perhaps we should banish the use of the word dream as a signifier of a desired objective or state and confine them to be chimera of the mind, in a class with all the subterfuge the Gods use against us humans.

Can you discern a souring of the times around us? Or is it just me and the after-effect of many weeks of pain. Perhaps not. Take Rajat Gupta. An avid follower of the teaching of Vivekananda and the first Indian to be the global head of McKinsey. What reason could he have to consort with the likes of Rajratnam? Another one bites the dust or is it all of us collectively stumbling?

Friday, April 2, 2010

Pain

Most of us write to communicate . But the ‘writers’- the ones who deserve the description- lay bare themselves in what they write, risking ridicule, not preening for praise.


I strive to be a writer. Once in a while, I do post something intimately personal. So here goes.

The past few weeks I have been spending hours in acute pain. Once in a while, I meditate on the pain.

And sometimes a strange phenomenon takes place.The pain takes over like the other side of a mobius strip.

One such spell produced a few scribbled lines. They are reproduced below. They are fragile. So if you do gone to read them, handle with care.

This pain. This happy, happy pain.


Silence. Sunlight. This mote-speckled air.


What if I leave now? This sticky stubborn, sticky stubborn world.


Leave? You can’t leave. It ends. That’s all.


This pain. This happy, happy pain.


Free. I breathe free. Can’t stop? Not free?


Sun. This sun sets? Soon. Quite soon.


It left? No. Not true. The world turned.


Turn. World turn.


This pain This happy, happy pain.


Dark. Quiet dark . Slithering, smooth, slithering, smooth dark.


Breathe? Don’t. No air. No need.


I……n. O….ut. I…..n. O…..ut.


In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.


Not me. Not me. Who then? Who then?


This pain. This happy, happy pain.