It’s a vortex that you are going to be sucked under. Power and
politics is normally a one way street. You just can get out. The only way is to
constantly try and push yourself up. Entering is not necessarily a bad thing. In fact we need to enter and make a change if
we want to see the change. There is no point sitting on the sidelines and
waiting for things to move in the right direction. Let’s take the example of the
building society. A lot of stupid things happen, but you can’t really crib
about it as when it comes for elections and meetings, you just don’t have the time
or are willing to make time for it. Plus who really wants the additional
responsibility that you take on for no real consideration, especially if you
are a honest man.
At the Gymkhana I had no choice. Too many idiots were
harassing the swimmers who were training. Change the timing, call them earlier
(earlier than 5.45 am), restrict the batches, change the coach. It was time to step up. And now I am a part
of the committee and being a part of the change I want to see. A lot has
improved. Water testing, monitoring the chemicals, life guard duty etc. Now,
while we are the part of the swimming committee we face issues with the general
committee and in the next elections we see no option but get involved at that
level. I don’t want to do that. But the risk of idiots coming on top must be
mitigated.
Power is one way street. Now that things are working fine,
you want them to work fine. You want good things to continue. I think what
motivates everybody is the fact that when you are in power three people look at you greet you. The power you have
over people down the line is really not that easy to let go of. It definitely corrupts.
You will get and take some additional privileges and that are difficult to let
go of. I try my best to ensure that none of this goes into my head.
In office I see more eyes on me than ever. The older I got
the more adulation I got. Balls to it. It is a clear case of power shining
through the backside. But how do I get it off from my head. How can I refuse
it. I sit out of my cabin for a lot of the time. I can keep the door open, I can
do a lot but the fact is that I can do all that because I have it. I can sit
outside the cabin because I have the cabin. If I did not have the cabin to
start with, what would I have sat out of?
Many years ago I worked at a construction company called
Hiranandani. I was part of the upcoming projects of the daughter of the
patriarch. I had got the manager’s cubicle. As the core team relating to sales
increased I was asked to vacate and move into the smaller worker cubicle. I remember
not liking it at all. I made a brave face but it hurt. At that time I vowed
never to be bothered by the size of the cube or the status associated with it. Now
that I have one, what do I do about it? I can’t get used to not having one when
I have one.
All this is a one way street. I am reminded of the movie Naam.
Here the villain Paresh Rawal tempts a crestfallen Sanjay Dutt into the world
of drugs and crime. He explains to him – this is a one way street. You can come
in but you can’t get out.
I forget where the street comes in but here is one part
where the temptation begins and Paresh Rawal brilliants explains – here you can
get everything you want but …an exit. And then he laughs. Check it out. It’s in
the first two three minutes itself
In this part go to around 12 minutes – he again explains
that this is a one way street…
And here is the part where our hero gives it back to the villain
when he shows the one way street back to the boss. Go to the 8 minute mark.
On that morose note…
It’s not that bad. I think the challenge is to remain level
headed and calm when you have tail wind. You realize that it’s the tail wind
that causing the speed. There is no real harm in enjoying it too much. You just
need to get a reality check from time to time. You keep reminding yourself of
the tail wind and somehow try and step aside on the one way street. To keep the
parable running – the one way street doesn't allow a U turn but it surely
allows you to step on one side and park. Wait quietly and try not to reach
anywhere faster than others. Who says it’s important to go to the other side or
lead. Stay in there. Knowing the flow of the street is also a valuable
experience that you pass on to other travelers.
On the last line – a poem got triggered in my mind. It’s not
exactly in context but I like this one. There is a story behind it – but that is
for another day
The Bridge Builder
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim, near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again will pass this way;
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide-
Why build you this bridge at the evening tide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today,
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm, that has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him."
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim, near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again will pass this way;
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide-
Why build you this bridge at the evening tide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today,
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm, that has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him."
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