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Friday, November 21, 2014

The Big Fat Hen...!

Regrettably, the meaning of Business Development in today’s consumerism-freak market is constrained to Marketing and Sales figures. Whereas it should have been the core of organization development by instilling the culture that would not only behold the enterprise it resides in but also will pave the way for its inclusive and sustainable development. However piteous the fact that it is exactly opposite in the present scenario for almost, with might be a few esteemed exceptions, all the businesses.

The first and foremost element that needs the ‘correction’ to right this seemingly easy-to-tackle in the business-as-usual way but potentially posing the threat to the entire ecosystem, is to develop a broader vision amongst the business leaders. The business model and the cradle-to-grave product cycle needs to be redesigned, redeveloped and reformed in such a way that it changes the sequence of objectives from Profit, People, and Planet to Planet – People – Profit. And the fundamental lesson that needs to be taught to the Profit-hungry industry is to think conscientiously on a daily basis and not on Quarter, Half-year or Year-to-Year basis. There couldn’t be a simpler lesson to understand this than the Golden Hen.

"A cottager and his wife had a Hen that laid a golden egg every day. They supposed that the Hen must contain a great lump of gold in its inside, and in order to get the gold they killed the Hen. Having done so, they found to their surprise that the Hen differed in no respect from their other hens. The foolish pair, thus hoping to become rich all at once, deprived themselves of the gain of which they were assured day by day."


Now some might conveniently think that it would be wise to increase or double the productivity to reap more profits instead of doing it all at once. If those smarter ones assume that they could get away with the sustainability stuff if they just made a double effort by doubling everything. Here’s another lesson from another Hen, that got obese of overfeeding, will teach the second lesson on these lines.

“A good Woman had a Hen that laid her every day an Egg. Now she fancied to herself, that upon a larger allowance of Corn, this Hen might be brought in time to lay twice a day. She tried the Experiment; but the Hen grew fat upon it, and quite gave over laying. He that has a great deal already, and would have more, will never think that he has enough till he has all; and that’s impossible: wherefore we should set Bounds to our Desires, and content our selves when we are well, for fear of losing what we had.”

In the first story above, the Hen is the Metaphor of the Ecosystem we the humans (just another species for Nature amongst the 8.7 Million it germinates, sustains and destroys) live in and the other Hen is the analogy of the production facility that could outgrow to the extent of being unresponsive and lethargic.


With a closer and wiser look, one can find the Hen(s) representing the land or EARTH and the Women representing the farmer. What voracious Industries are doing to the ecology is the same thing greedy farmer could be doing to the fertile land that is deteriorating to be saline with a ferocious speed. This imminent danger could be understood and taught with the lesson by Lgnacy Krasicki's fable of "The Farmer”

“A farmer, bent on doubling the profits from his land,
Proceeded to set his soil a two-harvest demand.
Too intent thus on profit, harm himself he must needs;
Instead of corn, he now reaps corn-cockle and weeds…”

To keep a check on these imminent catastrophic conditions, all we need is a different kind of Learning and Development that will train the minds to be aware, think holistically and act benevolently. How do we do that, we will discuss in the subsequent posts. Till then… Have a Meaningful Life and Purposeful Living!

Friday, November 14, 2014

HuSh2 Deployment Animation


Designed to provide much needed shelter for people in disaster relief
areas, the Lowestoft based engineering company’s Hush1 and Hush2
prototypes will be demonstrated at the international expo for
professionals.
www.extremistechnology.com

Friday, November 7, 2014

GNH...!

Many many years ago lived an emperor, who thought so much of new clothes that he spent all his money in order to obtain them; his only ambition was to be always well dressed. He did not care for his soldiers, and the theater did not amuse him; the only thing, in fact, he thought anything of was to drive out and show a new suit of clothes. He had a coat for every hour of the day; and as one would say of a king “He is in his cabinet,” so one could say of him, “The emperor is in his dressing-room...!”

The great city where he resided was very gay; every day many strangers from all parts of the globe arrived. One day two swindlers came to this city; they made people believe that they were weavers, and declared they could manufacture the finest cloth to be imagined. Their colors and patterns, they said, were not only exceptionally beautiful, but the clothes made of their material possessed the wonderful quality of being invisible to any man who was unfit for his office or unpardonably stupid.

“That must be wonderful cloth,” thought the emperor. “If I were to be dressed in a suit made of this cloth I should be able to find out which men in my empire were unfit for their places, and I could distinguish the clever from the stupid. I must have this cloth woven for me without delay.” 

And he gave a large sum of money to the swindlers, in advance, that they should set to work without any loss of time. They set up two looms, and pretended to be very hard at work, but they did nothing whatever on the looms. They asked for the finest silk and the most precious gold-cloth; all they got they did away with, and worked at the empty looms till late at night.


“I should very much like to know how they are getting on with the cloth,” thought the emperor. But he felt rather uneasy when he remembered that he who was not fit for his office could not see it. Personally, he was of opinion that he had nothing to fear, yet he thought it advisable to send somebody else first to see how matters stood. Everybody in the town knew what a remarkable quality the stuff possessed, and all were anxious to see how bad or stupid their neighbors were.

“I shall send my honest old minister to the weavers,” thought the emperor. “He can judge best how the stuff looks, for he is intelligent, and nobody understands his office better than he.”

The good old minister went into the room where the swindlers sat before the empty looms. “Heaven preserve us!” he thought, and opened his eyes wide, “I cannot see anything at all,” but he did not say so. Both swindlers requested him to come near, and asked him if he did not admire the exquisite pattern and the beautiful colors, pointing to the empty looms. The poor old minister tried his very best, but he could see nothing, for there was nothing to be seen. “Oh dear,” he thought, “Can I be so stupid? I should never have thought so, and nobody must know it! Is it possible that I am not fit for my office? No, no, I cannot say that I was unable to see the cloth.”

“Now, have you got nothing to say?” said one of the swindlers, while he pretended to be busily weaving.

“Oh, it is very pretty, exceedingly beautiful,” replied the old minister looking through his glasses. “What a beautiful pattern, what brilliant colors! I shall tell the emperor that I like the cloth very much.”

“We are pleased to hear that,” said the two weavers, and described to him the colors and explained the curious pattern. The old minister listened attentively, that he might relate to the emperor what they said; and so he did.

Now the swindlers asked for more money, silk and gold-cloth, which they required for weaving. They kept everything for themselves, and not a thread came near the loom, but they continued, as hitherto, to work at the empty looms.

Soon afterwards the emperor sent another honest courtier to the weavers to see how they were getting on, and if the cloth was nearly finished. Like the old minister, he looked and looked but could see nothing, as there was nothing to be seen.

“Is it not a beautiful piece of cloth?” asked the two swindlers, showing and explaining the magnificent pattern, which, however, did not exist.

“I am not stupid,” said the man. “It is therefore my good appointment for which I am not fit. It is very strange, but I must not let anyone know it;” and he praised the cloth, which he did not see, and expressed his joy at the beautiful colors and the fine pattern. “It is very excellent,” he said to the emperor.

Everybody in the whole town talked about the precious cloth. At last the emperor wished to see it himself, while it was still on the loom. With a number of courtiers, including the two who had already been there, he went to the two clever swindlers, who now worked as hard as they could, but without using any thread.

“Is it not magnificent?” said the two old statesmen who had been there before. “Your Majesty must admire the colors and the pattern.” And then they pointed to the empty looms, for they imagined the others could see the cloth.

“What is this?” thought the emperor, “I do not see anything at all. That is terrible! Am I stupid? Am I unfit to be emperor? That would indeed be the most dreadful thing that could happen to me.”

“Really,” he said, turning to the weavers, “your cloth has our most gracious approval;” and nodding contentedly he looked at the empty loom, for he did not like to say that he saw nothing. All his attendants, who were with him, looked and looked, and although they could not see anything more than the others, they said, like the emperor, “It is very beautiful.” And all advised him to wear the new magnificent clothes at a great procession which was soon to take place. “It is magnificent, beautiful, excellent,” one heard them say; everybody seemed to be delighted, and the emperor appointed the two swindlers “Imperial Court weavers.”

The whole night previous to the day on which the procession was to take place, the swindlers pretended to work, and burned more than sixteen candles. People should see that they were busy to finish the emperor’s new suit. They pretended to take the cloth from the loom, and worked about in the air with big scissors, and sewed with needles without thread, and said at last: “The emperor’s new suit is ready now.”
 

The emperor and all his barons then came to the hall; the swindlers held their arms up as if they held something in their hands and said: “These are the trousers!” “This is the coat!” and “Here is the cloak!” and so on. “They are all as light as a cobweb, and one must feel as if one had nothing at all upon the body; but that is just the beauty of them.”

“Indeed!” said all the courtiers; but they could not see anything, for there was nothing to be seen. “Does it please your Majesty now to graciously undress,” said the swindlers, “that we may assist your Majesty in putting on the new suit before the large looking-glass?”

The emperor undressed, and the swindlers pretended to put the new suit upon him, one piece after another; and the emperor looked at himself in the glass from every side.

“How well they look! How well they fit!” said all. “What a beautiful pattern! What fine colors! That is a magnificent suit of clothes!” The master of the ceremonies announced that the bearers of the canopy, which was to be carried in the procession, were ready.

“I am ready,” said the emperor. “Does not my suit fit me marvelously?” Then he turned once more to the looking-glass, that people should think he admired his garments.

The chamberlains, who were to carry the train, stretched their hands to the ground as if they lifted up a train, and pretended to hold something in their hands; they did not like people to know that they could not see anything.

The emperor marched in the procession under the beautiful canopy, and all who saw him in the street and out of the windows exclaimed: “Indeed, the emperor’s new suit is incomparable! What a long train he has! How well it fits him!” Nobody wished to let others know he saw nothing, for then he would have been unfit for his office or too stupid. Never emperor’s clothes were more admired.

“But he has nothing on at all,” said a little child at last. “Good heavens I listen to the voice of an innocent child,” said the father, and one whispered to the other what the child had said. “But he has nothing on at all,” cried at last the whole people. That made a deep impression upon the emperor, for it seemed to him that they were right; but he thought to himself, “Now I must bear up to the end.” And the chamberlains walked with still greater dignity, as if they carried the train which did not exist...!


It’s a good old story by Hans Christian Andersen about the voluptuary and indifferent Emperor alright, but why am I sharing it here...? What reminds me of this story...? I was just pondering over the universally acclaimed economical development tool GDP as against something new and weird concept of GNH (Gross National Happiness) by an insignificant tiny country like Bhutan. Is Bhutan, being the little child it is, trying to express something about (or against?) the Comprehensive Global Phenomenon called Development measured in GDPs…? Ah… is it the rampant economical development that is playing the Emperor here…!?! Unable to see what world witnesses clearly, I must be completely unfit for my office or too stupid… am I?

Stay tuned and we might discuss I-HDI here…!

Monday, November 3, 2014

Frenzy...!




Is this what irked Rajdeep to the extent of getting physical?
Why does he seem to advocate ‘impossibilities’ of transformation of his own nation?
Just because it is spearheaded by the politician he doesn’t adore…?
Can Reporters be that bias…?