Friday Reflections

When someone does something wrong, don’t forget all the things they did right.

Point to Ponder: It is not mistakes but how they are handled defines persons and the culture of the organization.

Story Line: It was my first job. Our team was working long hours to get the new production line operational. One day with my boss Charlie nearby, I dropped the entire lot of production lot in a very stupid way. As the silicon wafers broke into pieces, I saw my dreams of having the job and get permanent residency in USA shattered away. I apologized. That afternoon I saw the boss going into the General Manager’s office and then the doors shut. Needless to say I couldn’t sleep that entire night and also called my parents and told them that I would be coming home soon.

The next morning when the boss came over and asked if I had a minute, all kinds of thought went through my mind. He reviewed my plan to expedite the replacement production lot and approved it. Not a single word was mentioned about what had happened the previous afternoon.

Late evening on that day while I was on the production floor, the general manager of our division came asked “Have you had dinner?” We went to his favorite Chinese (Jade Garden). That interaction; scene and words have always stayed with me. I told him “Dave, I am sorry for the mistake.” Before I can say further he said “Haven’t we all? How do you think I got where I am at? Without mistakes?” I sincerely offered to pay for the lost production wafers. He laughed and said that mistakes bring experience and to learn from them. He told me that Charlie and he had talked about this incidence. Their conclusion was that I was working too long hours and seemed exhausted. (My routine work hours were from 7AM to 9/10PM every night plus a few hours on the weekend)

With a smile he suggested, “Take a few hours off for extra rest. Work only 12.” Dinner didn’t conclude until he highlighted one by one many valuable contributions and emphasized that I was an asset to his organization.

A few weeks later, my boss called me in his office and handed a piece of paper. That was my first exposure to performance appraisal. He said it was “out of cycle” and the attached piece of paper had some numbers that seemed like my new salary. There was huge % increase number with a note: Policy Exception. I have treasured that note for lifetime.

Reflection: That incidence and many similar ones in my early career are not only unforgettable but they shaped the work philosophy and approach for the career that followed.

The years later I spent 20 years with another company. The founder of that company had told us something very profound in the new hire orientation “When something goes wrong, focus on the problem not the person.”

Being in the industry that pushes the envelope and develops state of the art technologies and products, the problems arose on regular basis. Many of them with potential impact of millions of dollars, two with impact in billions, many relatively smaller and most requiring great sense of urgency.

It was so wonderful working with the people who understood that culture. The time was spent finding real solution to the problems. No finger pointing, no stories about people getting fired in the hallways. Focus on Solution not the persons. That company went on to become world’s #1 in its field.

The Bright Side of ‘Humiliation”

Point to Ponder: You cannot really shame a man who sincerely does not care what others think of him. -Mokokoma Mokhonoana      (………Or who does not understand what humiliation means)

Story Line: In early seventies, this fellow I know transferred from University in his state to a prestigious Bombay University for the Junior year of college. To his additional joy, he was admitted into the most prestigious Institute amongst many good college options that were available within the Bombay University.

Now the place he came from was not ranked very high amongst Indian Universities. Also the normal medium of communication where he came from was in the regional language except for science and math classes. Bottom Line: He could converse in English, could handle English of science and math classes, but otherwise his vocabulary and written communication were not so good.

In the second week in the institute, he missed the Physics class due to illness. When he returned, he wrote a courtesy note to the professor explaining his absence. He apologized for missing the class previous week and explained the reason: “because I was attacked by Flu.”

The following week some fellow students asked him if he had seen the Institute’s main notice board outside the office of the Director. To his surprise he found his note to the Physics Professor Posted on the notice board with a note from the Director, “This is the level of English from an A (first class) student from Gujarat University.” It was written in big red letters with an arrow pointing to the sentence that said “Because I was attacked by Flu.” Additionally he found an invitation in his mail box from the director. The director said many things but the relevant thing the fellow extracted from a long lecture was that he would need to work extra hard (Improvement Required) to even make it to through the first year.

Reflection:

But that is not this story is about. In two weeks since that incident, almost every student in that small institute knew this new fellow. And to his surprise many approached him, offered help, asked him to join them in cafeteria and introduced him to their circle of friends.

Not a single student made him feel less because of his poor English. For a longtime until they became close, no one brought up what was posted on the Institute’s notice board; and when some did, it was to express their displeasure with the intention of the director. In all honesty, that fellow from Gujarat University was naïve (some may call it dumb) and had not understood the humiliation aspect. He at the time had thought it was a normal procedure for the Institute.

The bright side is that he made many friends in a short time. There are many stories of those memorable two years in the institute. One person in particular, Arun, took him in his inner circle and they helped him integrate in to the life in Bombay. Forty five years later, they all are still good friends.

And it is all started with that letter.

Epilogue: This story often came to my mind during my encounters with Japanese suppliers during early years in Industry. Everytime I visited one supplier, the marketing guy will apologize for his poor English before starting his presentation. When it came to their chief technologist’s turn, he too would get up and apologize for his poor English before going into details. Not once we had trouble understanding or communicating with them. Just for the records, the second person’s discoveries were well known around the world and he was invited to speak at many worldwide conferences; In English Of course. At dinner time in lighter moments I used to remind them of my story and joke “Improvement Required (IR)” but there were no Notice Board postings.

(To The Readers: I am aware I am still IR for my English. I gladly accept and working on it.)

 

Should not have gotten rid of that snake in the first place.

Originally Published on March 3, 2011. Update at the bottom of the document.

Points to Ponder:

All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons and daughters of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does it to himself. Chief Seattle/Ted Perry

Sometimes certain jobs/roles in organizations are deemed “less critical” or “not as important” by some people. They are taken for granted without a sound understanding of their place in overall business eco-system. Here is a story from nature that gives some clues to organization leaders and managers.

Cast Of Characters: Zena Doolittle *(Dog), Herron, Snake and Frogs with Koi as bystanders.

 Story Line:

A week ago, my wife and I heard some noises in the backyard. My wife thought it was a frog. We wondered where it came from until yesterday, when the guy who built our pond had called in for a casual chat and I mentioned this strange sound. He told me that the noise was tiny frogs that come in early spring and disappear in May timeframe. He emphasized, “They are part of a healthy eco-system around the fish pond.”

Now a few days later, we got many frogs. It seems that they are multiplying faster than the population of India and China. And now we have one big musical ensemble going on in our backyard. So far I am enjoying the musical (I must be, since I am writing this story at 3:33 AM) but my neighbor who is really sensitive to any kind of noise is not going to be happy. And this time I am helpless. It is Nature’s way.
 
In the past, my dog Zena Doolittle* used to bark around 10 AM. Since the neighbor sleeps late, he asked for a reprieve - and I told Zena to hold barking till noon. She complied, but I do not know any tricks to stop frogs from conducting their seasonal opera.

Now there is this heron that comes in to get the frogs. Zena is very territorial so she goes after the heron and between their chases, the frogs escape harm free.

So, two evenings ago, I asked Zena to go after those culprits (frogs). But she wouldn’t do it. She had an attitude like it was not her job, or the job was too low level (not glory ones like going after heron). This was a case of outright subordination - but I was helpless because, for now, I need her for other jobs. So I tried a trick. I threw the ball in the direction of songs that excited Zena to chase the ball and the frogs seem to quiet down. But it was a short term solution (band aid) because frogs returned to the stage after a few minutes, and I cannot throw ball all night long.

I have one big circus going on in my backyard every day. Such is an irony of nature.

I shared this story with well meaning friends and I have already gotten many suggestions for solving this problem some of which are in the blog section of this article.

 Reflection:

Last summer when I was watering around the pond, I met a strange character. It was a garter snake. I told him that he did not belong in my backyard (not valued). I went to get a stick and a box. He must have seen it coming. By the time I returned with the exit package he was gone.

Now thinking deeper about the whole issue, I realize that if that snake was around, the frogs would not be around too long or won’t make their presence felt loudly as they do now.  As the manager of this pond eco-system I failed to realize the role and importance of each party and broke the strand.

Alas! I should not have gotten rid of that Snake in the first place.

(Update April 5, 2018: After that learning we have accepted Garden Snakes as a part of our extended family and the eco-system is well balanced with Dragon Flies, Mocking birds, Humming Birds, Doves, Ravens, Sparrows, Butteflies, OPossam, Cats and squirrels and no more Frogs.....)

 * We got Zena from Berkeley Humane Society.  During the reference check, the Veterinarian in her English accent told us “she has no manners at all. You have your work cut out Mr. Shah.” So we lengthened her name to Zena Doolittle and I was given responsibility to convert her to well mannered lady (pet).

Your Children Are Not Your Children *

Answers to life's problems lie inside of you. All that you need to do is Look, Listen and Learn.

 POINTS TO PONDER

When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life. - John Lennon 
 

STORY LINE From Kahlil Gibran's* "The Prophet" 

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

* Kahlil Gibran was a Lebanese American artist, poet and a writer. 

REFLECTION

We wanted to thank everyone for their passionate, insightful, and astute comments regarding reflection - Two Sides of Success .Your differing points of view, thoughtful dialogue, and passionate comments are the best of what Friday Reflections can be. We encourage more dialogue like this. 

    We noticed that many of last week's comments were made by parents. Parents that loved their children, cared for their children, and worried for their futures. Jimmy Chin's story seemed to strike a chord because his story represented one of the greatest fears a parent can have  regarding the child they love - they want a different life than the one a parent has laid out for them. 

    One of the comments left by a concerned mother really hit home. It's a dilemma that many parents face regarding their children - the fear of failure, of harm, and the unknown. Often we forget that we were once that idealistic, passionate child where fear wasn't on the forefront of our minds. This particular reader was observant enough to say:

But then I am the same parent that did not put the Fear of anything in my sons' heads... Then why am I chickening out now? My mother allowed me to come to a foreign country for Grad school - going against all her in laws - who wanted to marry me off to some "suitable" guy. Was her risk taking justified - because - she was allowing me to follow my dream of further education and hence a perceived guaranteed bright future?

It seems that she was once like her own son in wanting a life different than what was expected of her. She didn't know where the roles had switched where her own son, like her, dreamed of a different life. The reader then asked a question that no one but her, her child, and the inevitability of nature can answer. She asked: 

How do you chose which passion/conviction to follow or let follow? When is the "right" time to follow your passions? What are the pre requisites? Mostly I want to know- What should be a parent's role in this or should they be?

      Your comments, and the questions of this concerned parent, got us thinking. It sparked us to post this reflection. 

* Repeat from January 17, 2013. Reader's comments from the original publication also included in this blog.

Adversity introduces a man to himself* -Where Are They Now

 

Floating Fishing Village Tonle Sap Lake Cambodia

Points to Ponder:

“Over time, I have come to respect people who go through all kinds of ups and downs and all kinds of unfair things that happen to them and don’t give up.” Quote attributed to Bill Gates

“World is too big and full of opportunities. If you believe in yourself there is always a room for your talents” Pravin R Shah

Story Line: Where Are They Now?

Over the course of a career or a life, a person encounters many experiences, people and places. Hopefully most of those are good but hardly any journey is complete without encountering difficult and unpleasant ones too. The following short stories of four people are a few amongst many that I have witnessed over time.

Good timber does not grow with ease. The stronger the wind the stronger the trees.

Parent Group VP: “Agree he is good but he does not have any upward track in our department. Why don’t you try for him in the group you support? ”

Group he supports “Yes he has done outstanding job for us, we all like him, but he is not on our payroll. Why don’t you try for him in the parent group?”

Being stuck between the two elephants (no forward path), this highly respected person left the company after 22 years of service.

Now he is a very senior executive of a large global company.

Adversity causes some men to break; the others to break records.

“How old are you? Only 25 and already at this grade level? I was 36 before I got to that level. So don’t get any more ideas for next 10 years.” A new manager of the department in conversation with a young and very high performing employee. The manager failed to understand what drove that young man was tough challenges, constantly raising the bar and respect.

Soon thereafter, the young man left and founded his own company which is thriving and has clients in more than 10 different industries in many geographies.

In times of adversity and change, we really discover who we are and what we’re made of

“You were new to the department. You did not have a track record with us. So you fell of the list.” Manager explaining company actions to 30+ years dedicated employee who had significant contributions throughout his career.

In less than a year after joining a new company, this person was honored by the topmost management of the company for solving a crucial problem that helped in introducing major revenue new product. One of the rewards was: The tickets for Warriors playoff game in a company’s executive box at the arena.

Sometimes the bad things that happen in our lives put us directly on the path to the best things that are happening/ and will continue to happen to us.

So many people were surprised when this multi-talented, easy to work with person who had contributed immensely beyond his organizational boundaries for 24 years became victim of “The System”. The System .  Whatever the underlying motives behind the action, this high integrity professional walked out without complaining and with his head high. (Credit to some good humans in the company: Subsequent internal investigation resulted in him being asked to return which he politely turned down)

This fine man is now involved with clients in four different industries in many different lands. His versatility, knowledge and ability to simplify and solve complex issues has impressed his customers.

Reflection:

By dealing with what happened to them with integrity, professionalism and great attitude, these fine individuals have discovered the real world of amazing opportunities and the enormous potential they have within them. They fondly remember their great projects, people associations and experiences, and have stayed away from talking about the scumbuckets or any unfair things or unpleasant experiences about the organization they admired and loved.

Sometimes the bad things that happen in our lives put us directly on the path to the best things that will ever happen to us.

“Everything is OK in the end. If it is not OK then it is not the end.” Analisa July 2001

* Title Quote Albert Einstein

Golden Years Life After Work

 

Fiji: Photo by Luisa Go Shah

This is part 1 of the three Friday Reflections. 

Point to Ponder: It is not the change but the transition that was challenging.

Story Line: Two Years ago I said my final goodbye to the “working world” and ventured into phase four of my life (aka Golden Years, Retirement, VanPrasthashrama in Sanskrit).

The vision of what would change (End Result) was clear to me before making the decision: long coffee breaks without worrying about being late for a meeting; the freedom to go places on impulse; mind fully focused on the conversations at hand without being distracted about work issues. In short, my wife and I were going to start living the life we had always imagined when we were young teenagers in love. 

We spent six months travelling to places, meeting people of different cultures and having magnificent experiences.

But after spending 40 years working in and with the fast paced, and high intensity, of the technological industry, the transition into my new life was extremely challenging whenever I was at home; Especially for my family. Even though I could digitally switch off the thoughts about daily work routine and challenges, it was hard to change the internal habits (I mean good habits) wired into me in the industry regarding sound systems, processes and controls. For example, anticipating and preventing issues was a significant part of my work and through the years we had developed an eye for spotting things that could create problems in attaining our goals. 

My trained eye would spot all kinds of potential problems in the home: scattered toys left by my grandchildren that I envisioned would trip unsuspecting people; a small piece of soap left in the bathtub that could lead to a slip; or a fork not positioned properly in the dish drainer that I feared would flip out and fall on one of my grandsons; and so on and on it went. For a short time my family members welcomed suggestions. But when my years of training kept observing many non-compliances then contrary to work where reporting more issues can get some goody drawer items or sometimes even a divisional recognition award, at home more reporting resulted in higher resistance with responses like, “it has not happened before” (can you imagine telling this to the prevention trained person?), or “I thought one of the values at your company was: Assume Responsibility? If you see a problem you own it. Just pick it up and put it in the right place.” 

I shared some safety related prevention issues here but having practiced orderly flows, staying on top of things, risk assessments and contingency planning and so many other similar things, it was hard to detach from ingrained habits. Even during our wonderful travels to many countries, I could not resist noticing safety violations and the urge to intervene which my wife aggressively prevented.

On one occasion when I was on roll about LEAN practices in home, my wife told me, "How do you think I ran this home for 40 years and raised our kids without any of these 'helpful instructions'?”

It was becoming overwhelming for the family. My son in law and daughter nicely pointed out on one occasion that I was a lot more relaxed (better) and fun when I was telling stories than instructing and cautioning as I do now. One day after I had raised the change control and notifications issue about storage of items to my son, he pulled me aside and said “Dad, home is not work. Your behavior is governed by Fear and Control.” He continued “Just relax and enjoy this phase of life. Go with the flow of life.”

“Going with the flow? Are you kidding me?” At work our success depended on staying on top of(Controlling) that flow. I could not understand “Fear and Control” thing either. “Only the Paranoid Survive" was built into our work culture and those, especially if they were in management, who do not appear to be in Control were given constructive feedback during the annual performance review process. 

Reflection: 

But those are only a part of the transition. Our travels to many destinations as well as time spent with family and close friends has been very fulfilling. Grandsons have been a great source of joy and from whom I learn a lot. 

However, after many pleas from my loved ones, and the very people for whom I had retired “to live the life we had imagined” in the first place, I realized as I had said in my final good bye The Final Curtain

The curtain has closed on my previous act and the role(s) I am to play in the next stage of my life will be new and unknown. Like any good actor it's no longer about playing a role but looking to what and who I am independent of the identity that my job had provided me. I didn't always know who that was without the profession and the titles I had been fortunate enough to inhabit in my 40 beautiful years in the industry.

I have started the process of relaxing and ‘Letting Go'. Look to the next two reflections to see how I'm doing! 

Next Week:  Getting certified for a diaper change and awarded preferred supplier by grandson. (The real customer)

And the week after: Flow Flow Flow, however gently through these years.

Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying.

POINTS TO PONDER: When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves. -Viktor E. Frankl

STORY LINE: This story is about great life learnings from three characters from the movie The Shawshank Redemption.

Brooks went into prison when he was a young man and left 49 years later when he was an old man who had known nothing more than a life behind bars. Upon his release, Brooks finds the world has changed. People move faster. Cars, which he had seen once before going into prison, are everywhere. One nearly runs him over after he is released. The world in Brooks' view, "went and got itself in a big damn hurry." For the remainder of his time as a free man, he finds himself struggling to catch up, finding that he liked life in prison better than life outside of it.

It becomes too much for Brooks and eventually he considers committing another crime to send him back to what he knows best - the federal penitentiary. When he finds he doesn't have the strength to execute another crime to send him back, he takes his own life instead. Above the spot where he hangs himself, Brooks carves, "Brooks was here."

 

Andy is the main character in the film. He is spending back to back life sentences for a crime that he was falsely accused of. He has a clear vision of his future and does not plan to spend all his life behind bars. He gets along well with fellow inmates, demonstrates good work habits, inspires prisoners, assists prison guards and warden with their tax and accounting issues and gains their confidence. But at the same time he is slowly and meticulously planning his escape.

During his time he develops a deep friendship with a fellow named Red with whom he shares his dream. Red has spent most of his life in prison, since teenage years, and every day of his adult life he has deeply regretted his criminal act that sent him to prison. After spending all his adult life in the institution he has become cynical and has no hopes about the future. The following dialogue between Andy and Red shows how each friend thinks about their future.

 

 

One stormy night Andy manages to escape from the prison and proceeds towards the place of his dream. A few years later, Red gets paroled. As part of transition, he is assigned the same lodging that Brooks had spent his last days. Even though he is also finding the outside world hard, the years of friendship and dialogue with Andy seems to have impact on him. He makes a different decision about his future and carves the following words next to Brooks’ words before leaving the hotel room to follow his friend. “Brooks was here, so was Red.”

 

 

REFLECTION: Often we run, hide, and self-destruct in the face of change. Brooks’ scene has always been profoundly sad to me because I never would have thought that prison would be a place that anyone would want to return. But for Brooks, it seems prison is the only place he wants to be because Brooks' prison isn't a place, it's the inability for him to hope and to change. His prison was in his mind.

However Andy’s story has been very inspirational; full of hope, dreams, associated actions and persistence. As he says in one of his chats with Red “Hope is a good thing, may be the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.”

Red’s story is about willingness to try and change. Eventhough he had many doubts, he was influenced by his association with Andy and took a positive action instead of giving up.

It makes me think of the things in our lives that are prisons and the reasons we stay within them. When we chose not to change, our inability to adapt can lead to stagnation. Stagnation means no movement. And no movement is akin to death.

We must hope high. We must keep moving. And changing. And growing. We must conquer the prisons we set for ourselves in our mind.

“The world is too big and full of opportunities. If you believe in yourself there is always room for your talents in this wide and wonderful world.” My father’s advice to me when I left home at the age of 15.

My First Encounters In the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave (with updates)

Originally published on January 23, 2014, my 40th anniversary of entering the shores of America. This morning's Facebook Memories highlighted this article which I thought is appropriate given the current climate in the country. Republished with updates and the comments (worth reading) from the original post.

POINTS TO PONDER:

“No matter what your background, no matter how low your station in life, there must be no limit on your ability to reach for the stars, to go as far as your God-given talents will take you. Trust the people; believe every human being is capable of greatness, capable of self-government . . . only when people are free to worship, create, and build, only when they are given a personal stake in deciding their destiny and benefiting from their own risks, only then do societies become dynamic, prosperous, progressive, and free.”  ― Ronald Reagan, An American Life

STORY LINE: 43 Years since arriving in the Land of the Free and The Home of the Brave (and also what I had known as the land of Gregory Peck, Sean Connery, Audrey Hepburn, Sidney Poitier and Raquel Welch)

On January 22nd 1974, my colleague PG and I set foot on the shores of America in Los Angeles International Airport. Our Japan Airlines (JAL) flight was delayed due to mechanical troubles and arrived late in the evening. We went to the only open food place at the airport (in those days there were not many) and inquired “We are very hungry, what food do you have?” The guy said “Only thing I got left is a hot dog.” Coming from strict vegetarian families we were in total shock. “Hot Dog?” We had heard that in America, they ate cows. But Dogs? Yuck! We turned around and left.

The next thing I did was to call the phone number of the USC foreign students office. Since it was late the phone was directed to the university security guard. I informed him that we had just arrived in USA and wanted to find out if there was a pick-up service. The guy said “Take the number 8 to downtown.” We thought we were already in town and were thoroughly confused by his instructions. So I used the SOS instructions that were given to us before we left India. I called my uncle in Anaheim who picked us up after a few hours.

The following day, we went to the USC foreign students’ office. The head of the foreign students office was Mr. Khetrapal, an immigrant from the northern part of India. While roaming around in the office, we met Saeed, also a new foreign student from Iran. We hit it off well and decided to be roommates. That afternoon, we found an apartment just across the campus. From his accent, the owner Mr. Kinarthi did not seem to be Amercian and on further inquiry told us that he was from Russia. I was wondering where Gregory and Sidney and of course, Audrey and Raquel could be hiding.

On our third day, we were moving to our new apartment. My Anaheim uncle who worked in the city of Compton, dropped us at the bus stop near his office. Early in the morning we were still drowsy and waiting at the bus stop with all our bags and backpacks. Suddenly a van came zooming in near the bus stop. Most of the people who were waiting with us started running shouting in some strange language. Two guys in suits and ties jumped out of the van. One of them approached PG and the other one came towards me showing me a badge with his picture and some strange emblem on it that said, “Immigration.” I extended my hand to him and said “Anand Shah” and told him, “you do not need to show me your picture, I trust you.” I was wondering why Americans have such strange way of introducing themselves until PG who had paid more attention told me “Show him your passport and USC ID card before he throws you in to that cage in the back of his van.”

That semester, USC had launched a new degree program in the area of Semiconductor Physics and Processing. It seemed to me that it was “A Road Not Taken (by many)” which meant learning new things and also chances of discovering (getting) new degree faster, I signed up. I had two other classmates in that inaugural semester, Pradyuman Patel- the guy from my home town I had never met before and Way-Seen Wang, a student from Taiwan. Coincidence or what but very first class, an elective, that I attended, the teacher was Professor Hwan Sha Ho.

That was my first week in the Land of The Free and The Home of The Brave. I had yet to meet Gregory Peck, Sean Connery, Sydney Poitier and of course My Fair Lady Audrey Hepburn and 100 Rifles leading lady Raquel Welch.

 REFLECTION

During the second week I met Professors Steir and Andrews and Whelan and Crowell which reconfirmed why I had come to America. Over the next several months, I met people from many different cultures and countries and started realizing the true power of this land. The people from all over the world come here and bring with them their rich cultural heritage, ideas, opinions, and cuisines, and not to forget to the original inhabitants of this country who have a very rich cultural heritage of their own.

The past 43 years have been so fulfilling and enriching with the experiences I had in meeting some of the most creative, brilliant people from all over the world and witnessing the power of unlimited creativity and resulting innovations.

I realized that: Diversity is the one true thing we all have in common and to Celebrate it every day.

So looking back, I end this reflection with that Sherman brother’s song in Disneyland..

“There is so much that we share that it is time we are aware, it is a small world after all.”

 

 

The Second Act (About Career Choices)

POINT TO PONDER

"Maybe the journey isn't so much about becoming anything. Maybe it's about un-becoming everything that isn't you so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place." 

                                -Unknown    

 

REFELCTION by Rajiv Shah (originally published 12/4/14. With update at the end)

I want to ask you some questions this week. How did you end up where you are right now? How many of you feel you are exactly where you need to be? How many of you feel that you are wanting to reach for something more? How many of you feel that what you do for a living defines who you are? I ask because I used to set yearly goals. I used to do a vision board. Then somewhere along the way I realized that my plan was not the plan life had in store for me. 

I started out wanting to be an actor. I set goals every year - how many shows I wanted to be cast in, how many films I was hoping to book, and I strategized how to leverage those goals into better roles down the road. I worked my ass off.

I did everything to make my goals a reality. I gave up on relationships (thinking commitment would get in the way of future work), I worked long hours (often on projects I wasn't really passionate about), and I pumped more money than I had into getting myself where I thought I needed to be. 

Then in 2006, I found myself out of work, not acting, broke, and a bit depressed. I didn't know what to do. Acting wasn't panning out but I decided that I needed to push harder. I believed my lack of success was because I wasn't working hard enough. There were people working harder than me and ultimately giving up more than me to achieve their goals. But to be honest, I found the harder I worked, the worse I felt. I was lost. 

So I started writing.

I had to be creative and I always liked to write, so I figured I'd give it a shot even though I had never taken a screenwriting class in my life. I wrote a screenplay, not because I wanted to be a writer, but because I wanted to act in what I created. That was my "goal", and just to be clear, that goal didn't pan out in the end either.

However, the more I wrote, the more I found that I liked it and I had something to say. There was a simplicity to it, a clear channel where I could express my thoughts, feelings, and beliefs. It was easy. Fluid. All I had to do was sit down, open my computer, and the words came pouring out of me. I never considered myself a writer or had any plan on doing anything with it. I simply enjoyed it and without forcing myself, I kept on going to the library and let the story tell itself. All I had to do was let my fingers fly over the keyboard for a couple of hours and that was it. Not much more to it than that. I had no clue whether the writing was good or bad and frankly I didn't much care. If it was bad writing, so what? I just wanted to be honest. It was an attiude I didn't have as an actor where all I was concerned about was how "good" I was.

Since then I've found that I do more writing now than acting. I held on so long to what I thought I was: an actor. Even after I sold my first script, I didn't consider myself a writer, and in ways, I still don't. But for some reason I can't explain, I continually do it. For a long time it baffled me why I found "success" in something I never planned on or wanted in the first place. Then I realized it doesn't matter what I want.

It doesn't matter how many goals I set or how I want to define myself. I'm more than that. Once I let go of the things I thought I should have and the places I believed I should be, my whole life opened up for the better. But why? Because for the first time, I didn't have a plan and I was working without a net or a clearly defined set of goals. 

Instead, I was listening to life.

Because for whatever reason, life was telling me that acting was not something that was meant for me, not at this time. I didn't want to be a writer, but somehow, the first script I wrote was made into a feature film. On a personal level, for years, I had resisted commitment in relationships because I thought I needed to put that part of my life on hold for my career. But funny enough, once I put my career on hold and became a father in 2012, my career took off in ways I could never have imagined. 

I'm happier now, and not because of any "things" I've acquired or any "achievements" that have come my way, but for one simple fact: I'm not trying to "become" anything anymore. I'm happy with who I am, what I am, and where life is taking me. It's not perfect but I now realize that the better version of myself doesn't exist in any dreams, or in the promises of tomorrow. It lives in the here and now. And that’s the only time of which we really have any control.

Update: Run The Tide, the movie based on the first script will be released on December 2nd in selected theaters across USA and On Demand. Latin America, Asia, and other geographies release to follow.

Here is the link to the trailer of the movie.

Run The Tide

Very educational and thought provoking comments from the readers in last posting of this article are included in the first section of blog.

 

 

 

 

POINT TO PONDER

"Maybe the journey isn't so much about becoming anything. Maybe it's about un-becoming everything that isn't you so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place." 

                                -Unknown    

 

REFELCTION by Rajiv Shah (originally published 12/4/14. With update at the end)

I want to ask you some questions this week. How did you end up where you are right now? How many of you feel you are exactly where you need to be? How many of you feel that you are wanting to reach for something more? How many of you feel that what you do for a living defines who you are? I ask because I used to set yearly goals. I used to do a vision board. Then somewhere along the way I realized that my plan was not the plan life had in store for me. 

I started out wanting to be an actor. I set goals every year - how many shows I wanted to be cast in, how many films I was hoping to book, and I strategized how to leverage those goals into better roles down the road. I worked my ass off.

I did everything to make my goals a reality. I gave up on relationships (thinking commitment would get in the way of future work), I worked long hours (often on projects I wasn't really passionate about), and I pumped more money than I had into getting myself where I thought I needed to be. 

Then in 2006, I found myself out of work, not acting, broke, and a bit depressed. I didn't know what to do. Acting wasn't panning out but I decided that I needed to push harder. I believed my lack of success was because I wasn't working hard enough. There were people working harder than me and ultimately giving up more than me to achieve their goals. But to be honest, I found the harder I worked, the worse I felt. I was lost. 

So I started writing.

I had to be creative and I always liked to write, so I figured I'd give it a shot even though I had never taken a screenwriting class in my life. I wrote a screenplay, not because I wanted to be a writer, but because I wanted to act in what I created. That was my "goal", and just to be clear, that goal didn't pan out in the end either.

However, the more I wrote, the more I found that I liked it and I had something to say. There was a simplicity to it, a clear channel where I could express my thoughts, feelings, and beliefs. It was easy. Fluid. All I had to do was sit down, open my computer, and the words came pouring out of me. I never considered myself a writer or had any plan on doing anything with it. I simply enjoyed it and without forcing myself, I kept on going to the library and let the story tell itself. All I had to do was let my fingers fly over the keyboard for a couple of hours and that was it. Not much more to it than that. I had no clue whether the writing was good or bad and frankly I didn't much care. If it was bad writing, so what? I just wanted to be honest. It was an attiude I didn't have as an actor where all I was concerned about was how "good" I was.

Since then I've found that I do more writing now than acting. I held on so long to what I thought I was: an actor. Even after I sold my first script, I didn't consider myself a writer, and in ways, I still don't. But for some reason I can't explain, I continually do it. For a long time it baffled me why I found "success" in something I never planned on or wanted in the first place. Then I realized it doesn't matter what I want.

It doesn't matter how many goals I set or how I want to define myself. I'm more than that. Once I let go of the things I thought I should have and the places I believed I should be, my whole life opened up for the better. But why? Because for the first time, I didn't have a plan and I was working without a net or a clearly defined set of goals. 

Instead, I was listening to life.

Because for whatever reason, life was telling me that acting was not something that was meant for me, not at this time. I didn't want to be a writer, but somehow, the first script I wrote was made into a feature film. On a personal level, for years, I had resisted commitment in relationships because I thought I needed to put that part of my life on hold for my career. But funny enough, once I put my career on hold and became a father in 2012, my career took off in ways I could never have imagined. 

I'm happier now, and not because of any "things" I've acquired or any "achievements" that have come my way, but for one simple fact: I'm not trying to "become" anything anymore. I'm happy with who I am, what I am, and where life is taking me. It's not perfect but I now realize that the better version of myself doesn't exist in any dreams, or in the promises of tomorrow. It lives in the here and now. And that’s the only time of which we really have any control.

Update: Run The Tide, the movie based on the first script will be released on December 2nd in selected theaters across USA and On Demand. Latin America, Asia, and other geographies release to follow.

Here is the link to the trailer of the movie.

Run The Tide

Very educational and thought provoking comments from the readers in last posting of this article are included in the first section of blog.

 

 

 

 

Battle Royale: The Egos Have Landed.

 

POINT TO PONDER

Anytime there is a struggle between doing what is actually right and doing what seems right, then your ego is interfering with your decision.

                                                                 -Darren L. Johnson

 STORYLINE  by Rajiv Shah

In the year 130 B.C. a Roman consul, Publius Licinius Crassus Dives Mucianus (say that three times fast), stood with his army at the town wall of the Greek city Pergamum, devising a way to get in. After staring at the wall for a time, Mucianus decided that he needed a battering ram to smash through the town walls, and he needed a big one.

        Having passed a shipping yard in Athens only a few days prior, Mucianus ordered that the largest mast be sent to him immediately to be used as his weapon. The command was sent out.

        The military engineer who received the order was an accomplished, learned, and intelligent engineer. One of the brightest in Rome. The engineer deduced that the best mast to use in destroying Pergamum's city walls was not the largest, but a smaller one that would generate enough speed and force to demolish the wall.

         The engineer argued endlessly with the soldiers who had brought the request. The soldiers warned that Mucianus was a proud man that shouldn't be argued with. Finally, the engineer reluctantly agreed with the soldiers to send the largest mast.

         Alone with his thoughts and going over his reasoning again, the engineer decided that it was foolish to send a mast that was so obviously inferior and that he believed, would not work. So when the time came, he sent a smaller mast against the wishes of Mucianus.

         Upon receiving the smaller mast, Mucianus flew into a rage. Seething that his orders were deliberately disobeyed, Mucianus ordered that the engineer be brought before him.

         The engineer argued his case and explained his reasoning for sending the smaller mast. Mucianus ordered to put the engineer to death by stripping him naked, flogging him, and lashing him with rods until he bled to death. The engineer was executed.

         But in the end, the engineer was right, the smaller mast was the one to use. Mucianus ignored the engineer's analysis and went ahead with his plans. Eventually Mucianus lost the battle and his life, having died at the hands of his Greek enemies, while retreating his armies from Pergamum's walls.

 

REFLECTION

This story has ego leading to the downfall of two people. Ego destroying them both in two very different ways. It begs the question of who really was right?

         The engineer of course, as his data was accurate. But was he really? He did lose his life in the process. What he didn't take into account was Mucianus' own ego. So he pushed the issue, neglecting to recognize that people often don't like being wronged or disobeyed. So the engineer pushed his data, his correct analysis, and it led to his execution.

         On the other hand, we have Mr. Mucianus who wouldn't allow himself to hear another person's point of view. The engineer's analysis was correct, validated by experience and knowledge that he himself did not possess. However, he was the leader and Mucianus would have his way no matter if data or evidence proved otherwise. So he proceeded as he wished and inevitably lost the battle, and his life, because he refused to acknowledge the engineer's experience.

        I assume I need not highlight how this storyline is applicable to today's corporate world. I suspect we still deal with similar issues and power struggles in the workplace. It's a damn shame because it seems if we checked our egos at the door we could do so much more work, and do it correctly. The upside is we aren't put to death in the workplace today for acting out of our own egos.

        At least I hope not.

Repeat from the original reflection of August 25, 2011. Comments from original reflection are reposted.