"An unexamined life is not worth living" - Socrates
I sang when the hot summer sun scorched the earth
I danced when the snow flakes gently adorned the trees
I sang when it was autumn and time to let the withered go
I danced when it rained and life erupted yet again
I danced when I saved the "birdlings" that hatched within the wreath on the door
I sang when I ran over a deer that came hurriedly down the highway floor
I danced when my children, born to my siblings, tied the knot
I danced when I lost dear ones to illnesses, decay and death
I danced when I met long lost friends many decades later
I danced when friends I had known for decades stopped being in touch
I sang when business grew without making an effort
I sang when opportunities escaped my grasp even after doing the utmost
I danced when I did not touch a drop of alcohol for months
I sang when I drank to celebrate an event that meant something worth breaking my resolve for
I sang when the doctor told me I was dying
I danced when she told me I would live a good quality life
“You sound like a frog” a canary once told me as I had struggled to croon
Now I sing rapturously in her praise without malice or rancor
I have found my voice again and my feet want to move to a familiar tune
All I want to ask her is “Will you dance with me again”?
After months of inactivity the mind stirs, impregnated with possibilities
I don’t know what her return implies or even if it’s a return
The impasse maybe broken, a way forward not yet deciphered
I wait for her next move and imagine our conversation
She asks me how was New York, where do I even begin?
It’s a city of millions where everyone walks alone
The drivers follow rules yet the traffic is on the brink
I am the only one strolling wherein everyone here walks with a purpose!
When you are thirsty there are a hundred places to drink but don’t expect free water anywhere
A thousand restaurants dot the square with options so many that confusion in your palate ensues
The best food invariably is by the roadside cart standing in the filth and manned by the refugees
Churning out long lost Mid Eastern, Oriental and Latin recipes and aptly called street cuisine
New York is a place where you can make love to a woman from the remotest part of the world
Don’t expect her to be exclusive though, in the Big Apple no one has time for such triviality
The constant on the move mentality translates into the way New Yorkers eat, pray and date
Detachment, living in the moment, not worrying about what comes next makes it a modern spiritual state!
He woke up from a deep slumber
He coughed, he wheezed and then he finally breathed
A whiff of freedom, an inhalation of possibilities
37 years had elapsed within a blink of an eye
He looked around in the city of 3500
Could not find an awakened being
Everyone attached to the system that kept them alive enough
Promising them a bright future while it sucked them dry
He waited patiently, hoping someone would stir
The World they lived in was breaking down on a tear
The omens were everywhere if one cared to look
He pleaded in person and cajoled them in his prayers
Not one seemed to understand the predicament they were in
Misery was all around mocking and taunting them to rise and slay its offsprings
For indifference was her progeny and inequality were her heir
He ran around like a madman extolling them asunder, praying silently
He cried “Let me get into my pod so I can go back to sleep”
Once awoken its never easy as the spirits haunt you
So brick by by brick he started to build plans for things he wanted
One day he saw her, the most beautiful of them all
Kei - a woman dripping with inspiration and beauty
Ingenuous, concerned, a fearless independent mind
Cupid struck and he fell head over heels
Their union was brief, fleeting moments in the ocean of eternity
The impression on him however was everlasting
Her sweet breath staying with him like the mountain breeze
He thinks, he builds, he uses his skills
He slowly reconstructs his universe by the strength of his will
He no longer worries on who stays or leaves
All he wants is to be, and see her again before he sleeps.
Why would you ignore me? Why would you not respond to my pleas?
I wait for your arrival like a shipwrecked floating in the Seas
I dare not ask, but are you not in love with my mind anymore?
Your silence in answering my questions, I will not consider it abrogating, the opposite not an affirmation.
Many moons ago you asked me what I missed about you and I had blurted incoherence
Here is my attempt to undo the misconduct, so as to not be remembered by my naivety
I miss the hours we spent rolling around in topics - raw, bold or venerable
When the libations released us from societal rules, your words freely interlaced with mine
Copulating with ideas, we exerted philosophically to enrich our mundane lives!
We constructed scenarios, our souls explored what could be possible, and together we soared
Our consciousness, a union wherein each gave more than one received
Having each other fleetingly, we begrudgingly yielded to an essential for our Self
It's been months and weeks - life without you is banal, and dare I say prosperous
A semblance of familial peace has been gained with forced quietude and tolerance
A sense of unease, however pervades - the Void kept at bay, barely at the precipice.
I long to bask in your intuitive glow Kei - my mind is, but a dark cavern without your light
It sees no purpose in creating nuggets when it does not have you, to chisel and shape into refinement
What good is a gold mine when there is no one brave to enter and explore?
Ya Firdaus Barruhe Zamanast
The horrors of a child transmuted into a political storm,
A nestled valley where apparently Gods live, now unsettled,
The stage is set to make a mockery of civil governance.
We write petitions, post messages and hashtags, plead for justice,
Doing whatever we can to lessen the burden on our spirits,
Our collective conscience shredded by the unfathomable depravity of men!
Her family leaves for the hills, to get away from this evil Circus,
This mountainous path they have taken many a time, mostly in wonder and joy,
This time its long and arduous, almost treacherous.
Far from the heavens she watches the orchestrated maelstrom,
Snuggled in the embrace of the Creator, she is now finally secure,
Yet, her cries for help will forever haunt the Valley of the Gods
How does one even mourn for an eight year old angel?
She dances around me when I least expect it
She teases me with her smile whilst I sit unresponsive
Her flaming hair, her fiery eyes could burn an Oak in a trice
Her seduction is endless, her beauty ethereal
She coaxes, she cajoles, she soothes, she tempts
She comes at her discretion, leaves on a whim
She promises you the world if you care to grab it
She can do this even though she is from far beyond
She wants not the material nor the active
She wants no power and no wealth
She respects no feelings or emotions
She desires nothing less than your soul
I caught perfection, but then I let her go
She vanished, leaving her essence behind
Stoically I simmer in her fragrance...
I glide over the exquisite country-side solitary in flight,
Below in the land of the free, I start to see a great divide,
The erstwhile kaleidoscope, now painted – blue, red and neutral white
It’s been forty-eight months since the last event of this stature
Once again the blue congregate on one end, the red on the other
The neutrals wonder what happened that changed everyone’s demeanor
A smug bird with a checkered past starts a vociferous rant
A gaggle of birds agrees with him and rapturously applause
Their minds made up; no matter what devious seeds he is to plant
“We don’t need the brown birds” he shouts “they take away our grain
“I will capture them in a net and send them out of our blessed land
We will then build a wall, a wall so high it would obstruct their train.”
A brown bird pleads – “Just let us stay, I have young ones born right here”
“I work just as hard as the reds and the blues to feed them what I may”
“The young-lings can!” says one of the red “but you never should have flown this way”
Some of the reds cheer ignoring the dichotomy of this logic
Had their ancestors not flown over the vast oceans a long time ago
What would have they faced I wonder? Nothing but catastrophic!
Enter the blue leader bird with a haughty air and a mocking grin
“I will unite all of the colors” she asserts, “pass laws for every game”
A blackbird wonders why his ilk has for so long endured injustice all of the same
“I will let them, the brown birds in, but in an orderly manner”
We will vet them to ensure that they are clean”, she croons,
The purple one chirps in – “Yes that’s the way, that’s the way and let’s use holy water!”
I feel sad at the state of affairs, shiver with a twinge of fright
I remind myself that everyone, young or old, has the ability to soar
All one needs is an obstructed path and a strong desire to take flight......
Last night made for a disappointing TV viewing! Like millions all over the world, I had tuned into the broadcast of the Presidential debate. However, within 20 or so minutes I was exhausted, tired of looking at a hyper-ambitious career politician with a perpetual smirk or listening to the mumbling of a megalomaniac business tycoon with minimal scruples. I quietly thanked the Lord, the USCIS and the broken immigration system for sparing me of the right to vote for a “non-choice” that we face in this election. Not satisfied with the re-runs of the many football and soccer games and uninterested in any of the other sports I flicked through the channels. I chanced upon a movie playing - an old favorite. It’s a movie, that in my opinion helped cement Will Smith as an actor par excellence. One out of a handful, in which he has showcased his full repertoire of acting skills. No it isn’t Independence Day or Men in Black:). This movie is a 1993 classic called “Six Degrees of Separation”. It’s a crime thriller with no bloodshed or over mysteriousness. I like to call such movies a “Whydunit”. Not wanting to give too much away – the movie’s plot is based on a theory that anyone and everyone is six or fewer steps away, by way of introduction, from any other person in the world. In short a chain of "a friend of a friend" can be made to connect any two people in the world within a maximum of six steps.
In the movie Will Smith plays a character named Paul Poitier who claims to be related to a very famous movie director. With his charismatic presence and apparent wisdom beyond his years, he is able to make an impression on New York’s rich and famous. He quickly builds a network and then applies his deceitful ways to its members. His carefully constructed web of lies has elements of truth interspersed within it - making it impossible to detect in the short run. His network is mainly attributable to his ability to throw the right names at the appropriate opportunity. Minus the deceit, there’s much to learn from his character.
I slept pretty soundly last night after I watched the movie. I admit I dozed off about two thirds of the way. This morning when I got up I started to think of a way to test the theory. I decided to find out what my degree of separation was from the famous personalities. What better way to do so than experimenting using a LinkedIn? I can choose random people who I would like to get introduced to and don't have to worry where to start from.
First on the list to check – President Obama of course! At first glance I could not decipher whether I could connect with him through my network or not. Same for Bill Gates and Larry Page. I could follow them for sure but how could I connect with them? Seemed my six degrees was more like a sixty feet chasm! Also, much to my dismay I did not find a presence for Elon Musk - my favorite entrepreneur. However, on further analysis I soon found a commonality in all of them – they were all connected to Jeff Weiner and a little widget on the right told me that I could possibly be introduced to him. A direct connection could introduce me to someone who had the ear of CEO of LinkedIn. Applying the separation logic that was equivalent to three degrees. It was soon clear to me that he was one degree from all of the others in the list I had checked prior. I checked on a few others and it soon dawned on me that in most cases the separation was four or maybe five degrees! So there it was – if I played my cards well I could potentially be invited to meet the leader of the free world at his White House digs or maybe play a round of Golf with him! Jeff, if you are reading this you please consider this as a request to connect.
Emboldened I started to think beyond degrees of separation. I wanted to know who the biggest "influencer" on my network was. Influential not in terms of the number of followers they had, but actual difference he or she had made to my professional life. I crunched some numbers on the 800+ connections I have and these are some stats (with data obfuscated to protect the identity of these Organizations. I don't know why I wanted to be so secretive since all of it is harmless data but I wanted to do this anyway. Maybe the effect of the "Whydunit" last night;)
Then a thought struck me and I realized I had been doing it all wrong! Maybe it was the fear of the Donald, maybe the Data Science course I am doing currently in my “not so much to spare time” or some other mysterious flash of reasoning that enlightened me. I instantly knew that I had to look at the Big Picture among my connections. I needed to find the common thread. I needed to see who transcended the categories that I have illustrated above. And then I found the person who has had the most influence on my career. He was the founder of a product company that I had worked for nearly 10 years who now sits on the board of two of my clients! While working for that company I had been introduced to people who then became my initial clients. My current partners had all come from that company too. I could even attribute some of the people I had met in the Misc. category to him since he had sponsored me to those conferences, training and so on!
With utmost humility I admit – my work life has not been constructed by me but something Frank has unknowingly concocted. Frank, even though you don’t know it – its your world that I live in! And if you are reading this feel very proud of yourself and when you get the chance accept the LinkedIn invite sitting in your inbox….
Its hot and humid. I sit here by the pool but cannot partake. I look around and find nearly everyone engrossed with a device of their liking. A handful look up ever so often to see their child, who like my own, is in the pool - learning how to swim. I reflect on my son's progress over the last two weeks. Its remarkable how quickly he had graduated from a "floating device dependent" to a confident swimmer. The progress across the pool is impressive. Each minnow is now a genuine little shark - partially submerged and confidently propelling at will.
I indulge in some pondering. In the sea of life we are all trying - to not sink. We choose to wade through it with a method of our choice. Some of us are floaters, a rare few divers - everyone else swimmers.
The floaters live the good life but stay largely detached from reality. Their life is dominated by comforts and luxuries. Atop their floats, disengaged from the realities of life they seem content, even happy. However, at the slightest sign of choppy waters, they get displaced quite easily. The insecurities trapped in their character weighs them down at the slightest ripple.
You can spot a swimmer from 50 meters. He is always pushing to stay ahead. He passionately competes against other swimmers; trying to win an imaginary race. He wants to constantly collect trophies and rewards never realizing that they have no real value. Never comprehending that the baggage thus collected if not made light of, will eventually sink him or worse entice him to become a floater .
There are a few that like to jump into the richness of life without a second thought. Hope and perseverance is their gear of choice. They are not afraid to explore the depths, egged on by this indescribable urge to delve deeper. Many a times they perceive the beauty of life and the undeniable truth of it. Sometimes all they find is garbage! Whenever they do find the rare nuggets of wisdom they are the happiest to share with the rest of the world.
As my son gets out of the pool I wonder what my son will grow up to be? I wonder what I will grow into?
"Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely.
Once I was seven years old....."
The song resonated raucously in my car. We had heard this Lukas Graham hit many a times in my car's radio before but today was differently. My son sitting in the back seat was singing along with him. The humor behind a seven year old singing that song at the top of his voice did not escape me. A smile escaped me as I looked in the rear view mirror to catch a glimpse of the budding singer. In the last (nearly) three years I had taken many a rides such as this. Today was different. It was the first time had taken him to a soccer game where I would just watch him. In all previous seasons I had always been in the field with him as I was also his team's coach. Looking back I can't help but marvel how fortunate I have been to accumulate memories during the last three years. I have seen tentative kickers and "toe blowers" morph into soccer maestros who in their minds can bend it like Beckham. I have watched crying kids who would refuse to leave the field when substituted high five their replacements. I have viewed swarms of bodies around the ball and then one fine day figure it out how to beat the rush with a sudden burst of individual brilliance. I have seen tantrums - many more than I would have liked to!. I have observed and absorbed lessons - some knowingly, some unconsciously. Its fair to say that I have learnt more from them than they have from me. In six season I tried to teach them soccer, they helped me (re) learn the way to a fulfilling life. Here are some situations that have left an indelible mark on me....
Rain or Shine - You win when you show up!
The weather is typical of a wet spring day with heavy rain predicted later on. We are gathered in the parking lot and discussing whether we should continue or call off play today.
Kid 1 - "Its starting to rain again! I love playing in the rain."
Kid 2 - "My Dad said its going to thunderstorm a lot and the game is going to get cancelled".
Kid 3- "Its just a drizzle. My Dad says its going to stop soon!"
It drizzles the entire time but we play nevertheless. Only 8 kids show up from both teams and we play 4 vs 4. The thunderstorms never arrive.. The game is full of slips, slides and great plays! Everyone who shows up marvels at the amount of fun it is to play in the rain!
Talking is easy when you are big - Objectivity is the key!
The opposition's best and fastest player makes a solo dash from one end to the other. He leaves behind four of our five in his wake.
I scream - "Griffin! You have to challenge their guy with the ball. Get in front of him! Block! don't just run with him."
Griffin - "I am trying but he is too fast"
He shoots and scores!
Me - "You have to run faster and get in front of him!"
Griffin (slightly emotional) - "Its easy for you to say because you are big!"
From that moment onward I started to become more cognizant of each players strengths and weaknesses. I would treat each one on their raw ability rather than my expectation of it.
When the going gets tough - (sometimes) you just have to do it alone...
We are 3-0 down within the first 4 minutes of the game. I see a few drooping shoulders already. I know its going to be a long game.
Me calling out my star player - I need you to pass when you are surrounded by 3 defenders. You can't do it alone. It does not work. We need to work as a team today.
Sam - I get it.
Next play as soon as Sam gets the ball, he weaves around five players and scores. His sheepish but proud smile tells it all "sometimes you just have to do it alone". I stopped asking him to pass again in that game as he got into "beast mode". He probably scored 6 more in that game!
Slow down - look up and set your goals.
Julian dribbles the ball around 2 players. He has an empty goal but does not kick it in. He keeps moving towards the goal and eventually loses it by over dribbling it into a defender.
Me - Julian you had an empty goal in front of you when beat two defenders . Why did you not shoot into goal?
Julian - I did not see it. I was going too fast and I did not see the open goal.
How many times does this happen to us. We get mired in our daily lives that we forget to look up! If only we did - we will see the goals we aspire to is already and in front of us - to be taken a shot at!
Success tastes best when shared - its all about the team!
Ishaan dribbles past everyone and waits till Declan catches up to him. He sidesteps and Declan kicks and scores. Declan is ecstatic! The whole team surrounds Declan who does his best "Cam Newton" impersonation!
After the game when we sat and munched into our snacks Ishaan told us why he did it - "I wanted Declan to score his first goal". His simple answer had so much depth that he did not realize.
Those words continue to keep me inspired....
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