Buddha mode

Sometimes my brains can just get shot. And it explodes on unsuspecting innocent guys trying to do their job. Usually at the bottom rung of the hierarchy. For example the security guards, who follow the letter of the law and choose to not exercise their grey matter. But of course I would be very worried, given the demographics and the psycho-graphics of the security guards employed, if those jokers started exercising their brains. I get great kicks in doing small stupid things, like for example writing my name as Amitabh Bachchan in the visitor’s book. My inspiration is one movie scene where the hero is going to a hotel and the clerk at the check in asks him for his name, to which our hero replies “Amitabh Bachchan”. The clerk looks up disbelieving to which the hero retorts “kyun, duniya mein ek hi aadmi ka naam Amitabh Bachchan ho sakta hai?”. No one ever checks the data, what you wrote or what your actual name is. So the joy I get is that sometime at the end of the day somebody might check in and figure that Amitabh Bachchan actually came in and they missed talking to him.

Let’s look at a few altercations between me and them.

Incident 1 – Jispa and I enter theater and the guard will not allow Jispa in while she is eating an apple. Sorry – screw you guys – I am not stopping my daughter from eating the apple. So I physically push the guard and walk in with Jispa, while refusing to bow in to stupid rules. I understand you don’t want to take my picnic hamper in but to stop a  kid who is currently eating an apple is taking the rules too far.

Incident 2 – At the same theater they check for all eatables but allow flasks to be taken in as milk for the kids. That is allowed. So we take cold coffee for us inside the theater and then I go to the water cooler and take their plastic cups for pouring the coffee for all. This time they looked at me and asked me what was inside. I said milk for my kid. They opened the pack and smelt it. He said its coffee. I said ‘yes, coffee flavored milk; you have a problem with that’. It seems they did have a problem with that. So I just snatched the flask from him and still went inside saying, do whatever you want, you can’t stop me from carrying milk for my child.

Incident 3 – I am at a corporate office with my wife and I am writing in the visitor’s entry book. I have never ever really understood why one would require a visitor’s entry book. Those desirous of causing mischief aren’t really going to write their real names. I was there in personal capacity and not representing my firm. So while I was writing in there was a column that says – ‘coming from’. That is meant for writing your company name. To which I left blank. The security guard asked me to fill it in. I said, ‘I am coming from home’. That was apparently not acceptable. I explained to him that his column was for the office not for my home and he has no business knowing where my home is. That was a problem. So I pointed out to him the previous entry which also had a missing filed in the same column. He told me that, it was forgotten to be filled in. So then I looked at him and said, that I too have forgotten to fill it in. Sorry. I walked in without filling in the form. My wife is looking at me and asking me ‘what’s your issue in life’. I told her that I didn’t know. But I guess she is used to me bursting out at these idiots and standing up to silly inane rule.

Incident 4 – this was as a college kid. We were playing on the lawns near the home. Freshly maintained and beautified by the security. All of kids just stood up to the posse of security guards and said – you can do whatever you want, we will continue to play.

Incident 5 – I am walking into a residential building to deliver a parcel. I ask for the address and the security manager in a safari suit… yes the safari suit. The senior guy gets to roam around in a safari suit and grow a big mustache  so this safari clothed monster comes up and asks me to write my name in the visitor entry book. Now why would a residential building start this shit? So I looked at him with a stern face and I asked him, do even guests need to write their names in? ‘no’ was his reply. So I turned to him, squared up and asked him, ‘so what else do you think I look like?’. While I stared at him, I could hear his junior guard laughing. Obviously the man couldn't make out if I was a guest or a stupid delivery boy. My wife later joked that I looked like a delivery boy.

Incident 6 – slightly unrelated but once I was parking my car near the same theatre which is near my building complex and there was a taxi being waiting. I asked him to move so that I could park. He asked me if I was a resident. Yes of course I was.so he asked me for my card or something. I lost it. I screamed out loud and told him, that I did not need to show him my card and he was nobody to ask me for ID. Wow. Sometimes I can use my booming voice to good effect.

At the end of it, it’s worth a laugh but I don’t like these incidents. They don’t leave you feeling good. Your blood rushes to your hands and legs and you feel ready for an altercation and some hormones or the other are being produced. Sorry. I don’t enjoy being in a fight. I prefer avoiding confrontation. Over the years I have taught myself to laugh it off, to somehow diffuse the situation. Even now, as I look back, I think about how I could have been nice, sweet yet firm. Basically done the same without getting my adrenaline or any other hormone pumped up. That’s the right way to handle a situation. That’s how I try and handle stuff in office. With a little bit of serenity and calmness. You can shout but I must focus on the simple issues at hand and not get worked up. Buddha mode ON.

Speak it, pur pyar se (but with love)

The other day in the morning while I was dropping jispa to school, she was a little cross with me. She said that Jasmine and I were making too much fun of her for a particular thing. Yup. But Jispa don’t you make fun of us too. Don’t you make fun of me? When mom does something, we make fun of her and when dad does something mom makes fun of me. Come on man, that’s how a family works. That’s what keeps family in check.
Then I started – “you want what a monarchy is? It’s when a king rules. And now we have democracy (which I had explained to her earlier) what’s the worst thing about a king? He is answerable to no one. He is a king because he was born one or is the most powerful person.” “But can’t his ministers tell him anything?” “No Jispa, his ministers also can’t. Didn’t you read Akbar and Birbal. In spite of Akbar being wrong, Birbal couldn’t directly tell Akbar anything, so he used to think of clever ways to tell Akbar. Because if the king is pissed at you, you are in trouble. He is most insensitive to criticism. That is something we must avoid at all costs. In a democracy, I explained the most important role is that of the opposition. It’s their job to criticize” I explained. “err – what is opposition” Jispa asked. “Well… You know the Prime minister is from the Congress party.” “Yes” she said. “That is the ruling party. The other party is the opposition, and India right now that’s the BJP.” “Is it the one with the clock symbol” she asked. “no, that’s is another party. This is the NCP. The BJP is the lotus and the orange flags”. “ah yes” she said. “You see, the ruling party is always scared that whatever they do, they will be criticized. They will have to always do good stuff. If they think of something stupid then the opposition will slam them. That’s what keeps them in check”. “oohhh”. I think the penny dropped.
Just at the time we hit school and she was to be dropped off. She gets out saying “you know dad, it sounds if you are giving a lecture. What you are saying is interesting, but the way and the tone is very boring. Like you are giving a lecture”. Rascal, %%$$##@&. Luckily she was out of the car and half way to the school gate before I could react. BLAT! I came home and told Jasmine about this. Her eyes opened wide and I said “ya. That’s exactly what I was saying. The freedom to criticize authority. She just used it. I have no option but to accept”
Freedom to criticize is such a fundamental concept. I don’t think we seem to get it. We think of every criticism as an assault on our fundamental right to feel right about everything we do. We are correct and in positions of power we are God. No one in power likes to listen to criticism. Be it a parent or a boss. Why do we behave thus? Even a child’s first instinct is to reject it or take it personally. Is it a deep down genetic instinct or is it largely due to the criticism giver that we react thus. For years we have thought that those who love us don’t criticize us. So if you criticize someone do you not love them? Can you not improve, is change that hard?
I have tried and tried really hard to accept it. I have changed my first reaction from ‘screw you’ to possibly you are right. I keep telling myself that one must improve, constantly improve and to improve one must listen, come from a stand point that the other person might have something to say, or a point you might have missed. It is the most difficult thing to do. You must start by at least by understanding the counter point.
So at home, I have always encouraged Jispa to speak her mind. Speak it out loud and clear. Now as she is learning to speak I am trying to teach her to be constructive about it. While its important to be clear, its also important not to be direct and blunt about it. Be polite, sweet and bear the flaw while trying to communicate what you want to change about it. One thing this will do for sure is severely undermine authority as we traditionally understood it at home.
I was telling Jasmine to be very careful now with Jispa. We have taught her to think and to talk. She will give it back sooner or later. If Jasmine and I are not careful, we will get it back and hard. My mom had told me not to teach my daughter to argue. Don’t talk with her like this. You will regret it. Yes. I will get hurt by it, but I will surely hope not to regret it. If she is to stand in this world on her own, she will learn to give it back. What I must now surely focus on is to allow her to give it back politely and without malice. When Jispa and jasmine fight, I keep telling Jispa, ssshh… quiet. Don’t push mom thus. You might be right but understand the context and fight right. You don’t play direct and blunt. You play it slow and easy.
With me her fights are different. I listen. She gets jammed for over emphasizing a point or pushing it too far. I keep telling her – I am listening, aren’t I? Then relax and tell me the issues. It forces he rot think rather than attack. I agree to a few points. Promise to solve a few and if outside my control, I tell her I am powerless.
Hope fully she will learn to say it, hopefully as a family we will learn to accept and change a lot of things. Hopefully we won’t bite each other’s heads off. Hopefully we change for the better. One doesn’t know about change, but one is certain – absence of criticism will lead to disaster.
I came across this lovely podcast that seriously questions Apple’s Chinese vendors and their commitment to basic worker conditions. What a brilliant podcast. The criticism starts in the first part in the form a monologue given by an artist who does these shows. He uses entertainment and humor to make a brilliant point, and then he involves us in his story and makes some very direct points. He uses emotions, leads us on… just lovely, the way he says it.
The podcast then in the second part, attempts to verify his claims, allows for points and counter points, gets expert opinion and leaves you the listener to judge and take your call. In fact it ends with a difficult to refute point on sweat shops and how the west might be completely wrong in their interpretation. It leaves you to judge and take your call. It does not take a moral stand point, which too many people seem to take these days.
To my mind this is podcasting at its best – entertaining, engaging, relevant, informative and balanced.
This is how criticism must be given. Opposite view points are critical. I have maintained that there is no absolute truth. There is only your version of it. Everything can be questioned. There are always multiple sides to what we see and what we feel. Even criticism must take this into account. While you criticize, remember you too are looking at the opposite angle. Balance it. Try and see how both coexist. Your version and the other version. And only if in your mind – if these opposites reconcile, will you find …..

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The podcast -
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/454/mr-daisey-and-the-apple-factory
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/454/transcript
Mike Daisey performs an excerpt that was adapted for radio from his one-man show "The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs." A lifelong Apple superfan, Daisey sees some photos online from the inside of a factory that makes iPhones, starts to wonder about the people working there, and flies to China to meet them. His show restarts a run at New York's Public Theater later this month. (39 minutes)
What should we make of what Mike Daisey saw in China? Our staff did weeks of fact checking to corroborate Daisey's findings. Ira talks with Ian Spaulding, founder and managing director of INFACT Global Partners, which goes into Chinese factories and helps them meet social responsibility standards set by Western companies (Apple's Supplier Responsibility page is here), and with Nicholas Kristof, columnist for The New York Times who has reported in Asian factories. In the podcast and streaming versions of the program he also speaks with Debby Chan Sze Wan, a project manager at the advocacy group SACOM, Students and Scholars Against Corporate Misbehavior, based in Hong Kong. They've put out three reports investigating conditions at Foxconn (October 2010, May 2011, Sept 2011). Each report surveyed over 100 Foxconn workers, and they even had a researcher go undercover and take a job at the Shenzhen plant. (15 minutes)