Ramana's Musings

No, I have not gone bonkers! The title for this post is just the sequence of news items that came to my attention and which I thought rather convenient, as coincidences go. There are two news items which I shall shortly link you to but, both also showed that the British are indeed getting to be quite adventurous!

Let us go to Playboy first.

No, Conrad, I am not getting funny ideas in my old age. This magazine played its part in my growing up process, as I am sure it did in many of my readers’ lives too. Then, came the time, when I just lost interest in it, like I am sure most others did too. It is however a magazine that advocated a life style that has its adherents even now.

There is this startling news item that Hugh Hefner is considering selling Playboy magazine so that he can get out of the financial mess that he is in and yet continue to live his life the way he has done for the past so many decades.

The next item to get my interest up was the fact that the likely buyer is Sir Richard Branson, of Virgin fame!

The next news item that caught my attention was about an ex civil servant. Most of you know that I am allergic to civil servants and that is why I read this item anyway! It however turned out that this wonderful lady is a closet entrepreneur who wants to sell, hold your breath, Erotica to women! In other words, a female Hugh Hefner in the making! Please do read the article to its conclusion, where it talks about Metrosexuals like Beckham!

Now for the rest of the title for this blog. Is it a coincidence that both Sir Richard and Ms Singh are British? Okay, in the latter case, by perhaps by adoption, though New Zealand is in many ways very similar to Britain. The fact remains that Ms. Singh is planning to target British ladies! And, this is what I find so fascinating, in all this, coincidences, there is a Mr. Singh, who is an Indian!

Grannymar, what do you think is going on?

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Gail, in her comments on my blog ‘Rummuser Dot Com’ said, “If only that my husband, boyfriend, or whatever he is, would look like that statue, then I would stop staring at it every time I come to your blog.”

I am now reading a fascinating book “The Moral Animal, Why We Are The Way We Are: The New Science Of Evolutionary Psychology.” by Robert Wright. For those interested in evolution, I recommend this book to get an interesting point of view of one’s place in modern society, its institutions, particularly marriage, divorce, etc.

This post however, is not about the book, but about its cover. The cover’s design is by Evan Gaffney and includes this picture.

I wonder what Gail will comment about this! Any suggestions? I shall reserve posting Gail’s comments, if she does comment, till other suggestions have come in.

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This is a guest post from my friend Sandeep, who is currently in Canada but is expected to return to Pune shortly and cook a meal for me that he claims will be the best that I ever ate. He really knows how to please me.

This is a thoughtful piece of writing. He had just sent me an email about the article that he refers to at the end of the post, but I persuaded him to allow me to post this as a guest post. Bureaucrats everywhere are the same and I am sure that Sandeep’s rants will get a lot of sympathetic nods from my readers. Do please read on.

Twenty years ago, Rajiv Gandhi, India’s late Prime Minister, lamented that only 15% of every rupee spent on governmental developmental works and poverty alleviation reached the poor. The remaining 85% was swallowed by corrupt middlemen and government bureaucrats. He also said if all of the the massive governmental outlays on poverty alleviation actually reached the poor, India would cease to be a poor country.

India’s bureaucracy is also its curse. Unlike politicians (who are often and rightly maligned), our bureaucrats cannot be voted out of power. They are never held accountable for their action – or lack of it. Many of them (though not all) are corrupt, incompetent and just plain callous.

The new government is promising to try and push through the reform of India’s bureaucracy. The bureaucracy is powerful and it will be hard to push these reforms through. But reform in this area will make India a much more equitable and prosperous country.

As any student of ancient history will tell you, the ancient Persian and Roman empires were brought down in large part, by their bureaucracies, which were run by all-powerful court eunuchs. Our bureaucrats are not eunuchs, but they are just as corrupt, arrogant and incompetent as their ancient counterparts.

Will attempts at bureaucratic reform in India succeed? We hope so. The future of one-fifth of humanity depends on it.

Read this Wall Street Journal article to learn more.

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G L Hoffman of the blog ‘What Would Dad Say?‘ kindly invited me to write a guest post in his blog. I have tried to live up to the quality of his blog with a post.

I would appreciate my regular readers visiting the blog and leaving comments there. Thank you.

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This is an incredible story of one lady’s indomitable spirit, overcoming an uncaring and indifferent bureaucracy.

Looney, you will love this.

I have nothing to add to what this wonderful article in the Mail Online has to offer.

I am also sending for the book.

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Susan Boyle, that is who made me cry with her amazing rendering of this song.  Just watch her.

Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is

Look
A new day has begun

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The answers to the questions raised in this post will come, hopefully, in the comments box for this post. I am however sure that there will be comments that will provoke thought and perhaps some interesting discussions that may produce the answers. Perhaps even from GLH!

“What Would Dad Say”, is a fascinating blog with some unusual insights posted by G L Hoffman. I have made a habit of visiting his blog to enjoy some humor, some management topics and some odd subjects. GLH’s taste is eclectic as is his knowledge. His diagrams are crisp and say more than words can ever say. None of his posts ever fail to appeal to me. His tag line “Frequently wrong. Never in doubt.” says all that there is to say about his blog!

Recently, GLH wrote about a Management Topic to which I took exception, and you can see his post, my comments and his response to my comments. I suspect that he is just being polite.

The post however got me thinking about my days in Management and this post is about my own beliefs which need not appeal to everyone but, for what they are worth, I give them here. I have not been in active Management for the past eight years and so, I may even be outdated. The principles however, are unlikely to have changed dramatically in the interim.

My ability to articulate my findings have been greatly enhanced by my study of Vedanta, a school of Indian philosophy. The Bhagwat Geetha, particularly has been an inspiration and so has been my Guru’s hammering of some eternal truths into my thick skull. (Another post on the differences between a Guru and a Teacher is on its way!)

In Management, as I find in general life too, there is one thing that we cannot avoid. That is, some kind of action. We cannot just live a life without taking some action or the other. The only exception to this rule is when we are in deep sleep. Even when we are in the dream state, I would call the process of dreaming as action. From waking up, getting up, brushing our teeth and so on and so forth, we are constrained to be in some kind of action, physical or mental in our waking and dreaming state. All our actions are also with an outcome firmly held in our minds and expected to accrue as a result of the action that we take. Even brushing our teeth, though may become routine and which we do not think about, is done with a view to a obtaining a result, which could be hygiene, prevention of disease etc.

All actions therefore are taken with an end result in mind and undertaken either consciously, or as a habit and even unconsciously. An example for the last could be lighting up a cigarette without even being conscious of doing so.

For the purpose of this post, which started off, because of the post on Management in GLH’s blog, I shall restrict myself to those actions that we take consciously and with a result or outcome in mind.

To undertake any action, we need

• knowledge,
• skill and
• effort.

These three factors can be fine tuned to a great extent by training, repetition, and application/ discipline. With these three inputs, we complete taking the action and expect a desired outcome.
The outcome of any action however can be only of one of four possibilities.

• Get the opposite of what was expected,
• Get more or less than what was expected,
• Get something completely different to what was expected and
• Get what was expected.

It is common sense, and not rocket science, that these possibilities are the ones that we live with on a day to day basis.

Since any one of the four possible outcomes can become a reality for us, we must be prepared to accept whatever comes. If we are prepared thus, a lot of avoidable emotional upheavals can be eliminated from our lives.

The three inputs, knowledge, skills and effort by themselves however, are not adequate to produce any result for an action. There is the fourth dimension to this paradigm and that is the uncertainty aspect, which I call ‘chance’ or divine intervention. Since I am a believer, for lack of a better alternative, I accept whatever comes my way, arising out of actions taken by me, as the Lord’s grace and get on with the next project. Once the outcome has become a reality, my famous tag-line, ‘Wisdom By Hindsight’ comes into play, and forms the basis for my ‘knowledge, skills and effort’ inputs for my next endeavor increasing the chances of getting the desired result with the same inputs the next time around.

This was the point that I was making in my comment in the post where I had said that flexibility and doing one’s best under the given circumstances is all that one can do. All wisdom coming from the so called experts is by hindsight, given a certain set of circumstances. Unfortunately, the circumstances and the people involved keep changing all the time, or at least most of the time, and this is why ‘Managers’ are needed in any case!

No amount of formal education in Management, or Economics, both of which I had acquired, can prepare one for the uncertainties of actual Management. If they could have, we would not be in the kind of mess that we are in now would we? We should never have failures at all, should we not? Just take a look at books like “In Search Of Excellence” by Tom Peters, or “Good To Great” by Jim Collins. Companies that were doing well, admired and the authors extolled, fell flat within a few years of being written about! If all this is true, why do we then continue to have fancy colleges and universities teaching these subjects and why do students study them and employers, hire such students?

Absolutely,’The’ last paragraph. – I took the advice of Jean and cut pasted the original last paragraph as the first paragraph for this post. I think that the effect is really startling. What do you think?

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Grannymar, in her post : Barrel Of Memories had inserted a picture of a statue and elaborated on that. In my comment on that post, I had asked her what her take was on the statue that is part of the mast of my blog. Grannymar, being Grannymar said – “As for the man on your header… Did his wife lock him out without his clothes? Seriously I wondered what the history was behind it. Perhaps you will write about it someday.”

I had promised her then that I would indeed write about it and this is making good that promise and I dedicate this post to that indomitable lady with fifty toyboys. I sincerely hope that at least some of them are as robust as the Thinker on my mast.

The name for my blog came to me all of a sudden. I was contemplating what to call it for a long time, while I was blogging desultorily under more conventional names in two social networks. I kept being told by various people that I should have my own domain name and a brand which will make the blog unique and I got down to find out the economics of getting that organized. Once I found that I could afford to have my own domain name, the next step was to brand it. This is where, I got bogged down. There were many names that I thought up, only to discard after mulling over them.

Finally, when I was about to give up and just call it Ramana’s Reflections, I got a call from a friend of mine who was my drinking buddy way back when I used to drink. This was about half a century ago and both the friend and I were struggling salesmen who could only afford Rum which was then the cheapest drink sold in bars. Cheaper of course, was the illicit liquor called Gudamba, which is the local equivalent of Moonshine of the USA. We used to imbibe that too on need! For many years thereafter, Rum was my drink of choice and my already short name got further shortened by well meaning friends to Rummy. It helped that I used to play Rummy too.

My friend who is now an American citizen, when informed about my difficulty with the branding of my blog promptly suggested that I call it Rummy’s Ruminations. (He retired as a Senior Marketing honcho for a large American corporation and was full of ideas like these!) My friend’s wife, another very good friend, shot it down immediately as being suggestive of Rummy’s ruinations.

It was after this call and while I was still thinking about it, that I had my Eureka moment and got the inspiration Rum short for Ramana as well as for my nickname Rummy and muser for the guys prone to musing, merged to form Rummuser. Simultaneously, I also got the idea of putting in the image of the nude sitting man as I knew that the statue was called The Thinker by Auguste Rodin and I had seen the original in Paris many years ago. I just knew that I had to incorporate that in the mast as well.

Now to answer the more important question about his nudity and the possible reason for it, I leave it to the experts to explain.

“The Thinker was originally meant to be Dante in front of the Gates of Hell, pondering his great poem. Dante as a voluptuous naked male may seem absurd to those who think of the images painted in his time and after, but Dante’s head does bear some resemblance to the profile of The Thinker. Moreover, Dante’s headdress is distinctive and seems to be indicated by the markings Rodin made on his working copy of The Thinker.

Why is The Thinker naked? Because Rodin wanted a heroic figure à la Michelangelo to represent Thinking as well as Poetry.

Rodin’s Answer

Rodin himself wrote about his intention:
The Thinker has a story. In the days long gone by I conceived the idea of the Gates of Hell. Before the door, seated on the rock, Dante thinking of the plan of the poem behind him… all the characters from the Divine Comedy. This project was not realized. Thin ascetic Dante in his straight robe separated from all the rest would have been without meaning. Guided by my first inspiration I conceived another thinker, a naked man, seated on a rock, his fist against his teeth, he dreams. The fertile thought slowly elaborates itself within his brain. He is no longer a dreamer, he is a creator.
The work of Rodin resonates with the great aspirations of the 19th century, the century of Darwin, Marx and Wagner. But in his equation, The Thinker = the Poet = the Creator, Rodin was way ahead of his time. The greatest German Philosopher of the 20th century, Martin Heidegger, only began to formulate this equation in the 1930′s in such works as “The Thinker as Poet”, “What are Poets For?” and “…Man Dwells Poetically”. Now it is a commonplace of humanities departments, repeated endlessly by such luminaries as Derrida, Lyotard, Richard Rorty and their followers.”

I hope that my posts will be saved for posterity and some experts some time in the future will also say that I was way ahead of my time. What do you think are the chances?

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My love affair with the railways started when I was just a wee lad of five or six years when our uncle used to visit us from upcountry by train and bring with him stories of his journey. My first trip by a train was in a train like this.

That trip was when I was nine years old and took me with my uncle and aunt with whom I was then living, from Madras (now known as Chennai) to Bombay (now known as Mumbai), where my parents were living. It took all of two nights and a full day of wonderful travel and I can still remember the journey as though it was just yesterday. Subsequently, I have made many train journeys, but the first one sticks out in my memory for being the most memorable. The particular smell of the railway, the coal fired engines, the peculiar noises made by the running wagons, the noise and bustle of Indian railway stations, the outside of the railway stations with its attendant rickshaws or tongas or bullock carts, all are part of my growing up process and experiences, which sadly many young people now a days do not have access to.

In the beginning of my sales career, I had to undertake almost all my journeys by train and in those days, the early sixties, we normally traveled by over night trains and stayed at either the railway retiring rooms or just used the waiting rooms to bathe, change and work the market during the day only to catch another train in the evening. The nodal point of most of my travels used to be railway stations and I got quite friendly with many waiting room attendants, station masters and other staff members.

My mother used to worry about my running to catch a train and falling or have other accidents and once I started to fly, I used to joke with her that I will not try and catch a running plane or jump of a flying one.

There are many stories that I can write about individual journeys, some thrilling, some funny and some tragic. Each etched in my memory like as though it happened yesterday. I have used the metaphor of friends made in a train journey to be forgotten after the journey in many of my training programmes. I have also used some of the things that I had observed during journeys to illustrate some point or the other.

So, when I come across anything about railways, it always gets me nostalgic as this article in the Economist did. I just could not write about my own fascination with steam engines and the railways till I have been reminded to by my friend Sandeep, who too is a railway buff.

Most of Indian railways use Diesel or Electric engines like the one shown above, now a days and almost all our steam engines have been mothballed or sent off to the Railway Museum in New Delhi. The site is worth a visit to those interested in the railways.

The Indian Railways is one of those positive legacies left behind by the British which has survived, been expanded and now part of the life line of modern India. I for one, would prefer to travel by train whenever I can spare the time. I love the railway food, the tea, the vendors and just about everything else. I still love everything about it and take great pleasure in just watching trains go when I am stuck at a level crossing or from the top of a bridge over a railway line. I love to receive and send off people from the Pune Railway station. I am hooked to the smells!

I am sure that there are others there who have similar affinity to the railways and look forward to some interesting sharing from them.

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