Thursday, June 09, 2011

Windies

I love the West Indies, always have. Never been there though.

As a kid, I didn't quite understand what this "entity" meant, I mean, it wasn't a country but they had a cricket team. How? Michael Holding, the great fast bowler, once mentioned that since the end of colonial rule, these islands in the Caribbean have tried numerous political and economic associations, but nothing ever worked. The only unifying force was cricket which brought these West Indians together. As the years passed, my love for watching and following cricket in the West Indies only grew. I enjoyed the flamboyance of their batsmen, aggression of their bowlers and the general look of casualness in their approach. But they were intense, mind you! They were also considered genuine sportsmen. Gavaskar always said that while their fast bowlers intimidated the batsman with short stuff and hostile stares, there were no personal attacks and they never ever crossed the line. They dominated world cricket but were still admired by everyone, unlike the world champion Australian team of recent times.

You see they always had these great players. A certain Sunil Gavaskar enamoured by the great Rohan Kanhai names his son after him, Umpire Dickie Bird was surprised with the quiet, smooth action of the devastating Michael Holding running upto bowl that he nicknamed him "Whispering Death", the swagger of Viv Richards which unnerved even the great Imran Khan, the deadly Ambrose who was implored with calls of "Up the nose Amby!" from his fielders when a new batsman walked in.

It is sad to see such a mighty cricket team fall to such lows. But, I sense a great disturbance in the force. They have in their midst a young batsman Darren Bravo who is an out-n-out Lara clone, his mannerism, those exaggerated cover drives is indeed of that great Trinidadian. Sammy, their current captain, said that he couldn't sleep the whole night after he dropped Dravid in the 1st test. Poor performances such as these should hurt and hurt deep. It is time West Indies cricket stop reminiscing about the past glories, and build a team afresh.

Wally Grout, the Australian wicketkeeper, once remarked, "Whenever I saw Ken Barrington coming to the wicket I thought a Union Jack was trailing behind him". West Indies Cricket team need a flag of their own -- the pride flag.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Notes from B'lore

It has been a while since I was in namma bengaluru in the summer.

- Traffic sucked for the initial 2-3 days, but felt really good to drive after that. All my dormant Bangalore driving instincts were back in full force. I probably honked more than anyone else out there. "Waat? you won't let me pass on your left? blaaaahorrrn!", "Only idiots wait for the traffic light to turn green".

- Bangalore rains are incredible. They come in thick and fast and roads are flooded in a matter of minutes. Oh, the sight of those mighty rivers and lakes on the streets of bangalore. But the power-cuts are irritating (really? KEB?? even now???)

- Wish 'Ganesh Fruit juice center' can go and teach Jamba juice on how to make juices, shakes and smoothies.

- Constant 85-95 F in Apr-May. Maybe better than other places in India but still quite hot.

- Masala Dosa made here is unbeatable. Others (other cities, states and countries), please learn.

- Sub-tropical fruits are the heaven. Move over boring apples and oranges, bring on the delicious mangoes and jackfruit.

- Economy is booming, shops and malls are thriving, people seem to be hungry for success/money, jobs galore, everything is expensive, money flow is evident. So many Bimmers and Mercs.

- Nothing on T.V! Missed my fix of 30 Rock, Community, Family Guy, South Park, The Office and Conan/Letterman.

- BIA airport is so much better than the old HAL airport, but put on your glasses and you can see that it is essentially one large cow shed.

- Talwalkar gym rocks!

Sunday, May 08, 2011

Mr. Infosys

(Copy pasted from a rediff.com article for my reference)

Here is one of NR Narayana Murthy's most famous speeches, the 2007 pre-commencement lecture he made at New York University's Leonard N Stern School of business. In it, the Infosys founder talks of the seminal moments in his life and of how a belief in learning from experience, a growth mind-set, the power of chance events, and self-reflection have helped him grow into the person he is. The lecture can also be found in his book A Better India : A Better World published by Penguin Books India.

A chance encounter
After some thought, I have decided to share with you some of my life lessons.

I learned these lessons in the context of my early career struggles, a life lived under the influence of sometimes unplanned events which were the crucibles that tempered my character and reshaped my future.

I would like first to share some of these key life events with you, in the hope that these may help you understand my struggles and how chance events and unplanned encounters with influential persons shaped my life and career.

Later, I will share the deeper life lessons that I have learned.

My sincere hope is that this sharing will help you see your own trials and tribulations for the hidden blessings they can be.

The first event occurred when I was a graduate student in Control Theory at IIT, Kanpur in India.

At breakfast on a bright Sunday morning in 1968, I had a chance encounter with a famous computer scientist on sabbatical from a well-known US university.

He was discussing exciting new developments in the field of computer science with a large group of students and how such developments would alter our future. He was articulate, passionate and quite convincing.

I was hooked.

I went straight from breakfast to the library, read four or five papers he had suggested, and left the library determined to study computer science.

Friends, when I look back today at that pivotal meeting, I marvel at how one role model can alter, for the better, the future of a young student. This experience taught me that valuable advice can sometimes come from an unexpected source, and chance events can sometimes open new doors.

Break with communism
The next event that left an indelible mark on me occurred in 1974.

The location: Nis, a border town between former Yugoslavia, now Serbia, and Bulgaria.

I was hitchhiking from Paris back to Mysore, my home town.

By the time a kind driver dropped me at Nis railway station at 9pm on a Saturday night, the restaurant was closed. So was the bank the next morning, and I could not eat because I had no local money.

I slept on the railway platform until 8.30 pm in the night when the Sofia Express pulled in. The only passengers in my compartment were a girl and a boy.

I struck a conversation in French with the young girl. She talked about the travails of living in an iron curtain country, until we were roughly interrupted by some policemen who, I later gathered, were summoned by the young man who thought we were criticising the communist government of Bulgaria.

The girl was led away; my backpack and sleeping bag were confiscated. I was dragged along the platform into a small eight-by-eight-foot room with a cold stone floor and a hole in one corner by way of toilet facilities. I was held in that bitterly cold room without food or water for more than 72 hours.

I had lost all hope of ever seeing the outside world again, when the door opened. I was again dragged out unceremoniously, locked up in the guard's compartment on a departing freight train and told that I would be released 20 hours later upon reaching Istanbul.

The guard's final words still ring in my ears – 'You are from a friendly country called India and that is why we are letting you go!'

The journey to Istanbul was lonely, and I was starving. This long, lonely, cold journey forced me to deeply rethink my convictions about Communism. Early on a dark Thursday morning, after being hungry for 108 hours, I was purged of any last vestiges of affinity for the Left.

I concluded that entrepreneurship, resulting in large scale job creation, was the only viable mechanism for eradicating poverty in societies.

Deep in my heart, I always thank the Bulgarian guards for transforming me from a confused leftist into a determined, compassionate capitalist!

Inevitably, this sequence of events led to the eventual founding of Infosys in 1981.

An audacious step
While these first two events were rather fortuitous, the next two, both concerning the Infosys journey, were more planned and profoundly influenced my career trajectory.

On a chilly Saturday morning in winter 1990, five of the seven founders of Infosys met in our small office in a leafy Bangalore suburb.

The decision at hand was the possible sale of Infosys for the enticing sum of $1 million.

After nine years of toil in the then business-unfriendly India, we were quite happy at the prospect of seeing at least some money. I let my younger colleagues talk about their future plans. Discussions about the travails of our journey thus far and our future challenges went on for about four hours. I had not yet spoken a word.

Finally, it was my turn. I spoke about our journey from a small Mumbai apartment in 1981 that had been beset with many challenges, but also of how I believed we were at the darkest hour before the dawn.

I then took an audacious step. If they were all bent upon selling the company, I said, I would buy out all my colleagues, though I did not have a cent in my pocket. There was a stunned silence in the room.

My colleagues wondered aloud about my foolhardiness. But I remained silent. However, after an hour of my arguments, my colleagues changed their minds to my way of thinking.

I urged them that if we wanted to create a great company, we should be optimistic and confident.

They have more than lived up to their promise of that day.

A blessing in disguise
A final story.

On a hot summer morning in 1995, a Fortune-10 corporation had sequestered all their Indian software vendors including Infosys in different rooms at the Taj Residency hotel in Bangalore so that the vendors could not communicate with one another.

This customer's propensity for tough negotiations was well-known. Our team was very nervous.

First of all, with revenues of only around $5 million, we were minnows compared to the customer.

Second, this customer contributed fully 25 percent of our revenues. The loss of this business would potentially devastate our recently-listed company.

Third, the customer's negotiation style was very aggressive. The customer team would go from room to room, get the best terms out of each vendor and then pit one vendor against the other. This went on for several rounds.

Our various arguments why a fair price – one that allowed us to invest in good people, R and D, infrastructure, technology and training - was actually in their interest failed to cut any ice with the customer. By 5 pm on the last day, we had to make a decision right on the spot whether to accept the customer's terms or to walk out.

All eyes were on me as I mulled over the decision.

I closed my eyes, and reflected upon our journey until then. Through many a tough call, we had always thought about the long-term interests of Infosys.

I communicated clearly to the customer team that we could not accept their terms, since it could well lead us to letting them down later. But I promised a smooth, professional transition to a vendor of the customer's choice. This was a turning point for Infosys.

Subsequently, we created a Risk Mitigation Council which ensured that we would never again depend too much on any one client, technology, country, application area or key employee.

The crisis was a blessing in disguise.

Today, Infosys has a sound de-risking strategy that has stabilised its revenues and profits.


Life lessons and advice
I want to share with you, next, the life lessons these events have taught me.

I will begin with the importance of learning from experience.

It is less important, I believe, where you start. It is more important how and what you learn. If the quality of the learning is high, the development gradient is steep, and, given time, you can find yourself in a previously unattainable place.

I believe the Infosys story is living proof of this.

Learning from experience, however, can be complicated. It can be much more difficult to learn from success than from failure.

If we fail, we think carefully about the precise cause. Success can indiscriminately reinforce all our prior actions.

A second theme concerns the power of chance events. As I think across a wide variety of settings in my life, I am struck by the incredible role played by the interplay of chance events with intentional choices.

While the turning points themselves are indeed often fortuitous, how we respond to them is anything but so. It is this very quality of how we respond systematically to chance events that is crucial.

Of course, the mindset one works with is also quite critical. As recent work by the psychologist, Carol Dweck, has shown, it matters greatly whether one believes in ability as inherent or that it can be developed.

Put simply, the former view, a fixed mind set, creates a tendency to avoid challenges, to ignore useful negative feedback and leads such people to plateau early and not achieve their full potential. The latter view, a growth mind set, leads to a tendency to embrace challenges, to learn from criticism and such people reach ever higher levels of achievement.

The fourth theme is a cornerstone of the Indian spiritual tradition: self-knowledge.

Indeed, the highest form of knowledge, it is said, is self-knowledge.

I believe this greater awareness and knowledge of oneself is what ultimately helps develop a more grounded belief in oneself, courage, determination, and, above all, humility, all qualities which enable one to wear one's success with dignity and grace.

Based on my life experiences, I can assert that it is this belief in learning from experience, a growth mind-set, the power of chance events, and self-reflection that have helped me grow to the present.

Back in the 1960's, the odds of my being in front of you today would have been zero. Yet here I stand before you!

With every successive step, the odds kept changing in my favour, and it is these life lessons that made all the difference.

My young friends, I would like to end with some words of advice.

Do you believe that your future is pre-ordained, and is already set? Or, do you believe that your future is yet to be written and that it will depend upon the sometimes fortuitous events? Do you believe that these events can provide turning points to which you will respond with your energy and enthusiasm? Do you believe that you will learn from these events and that you will reflect on your setbacks? Do you believe that you will examine your successes with even greater care?

I hope you believe that the future will be shaped by several turning points with great learning opportunities. In fact, this is the path I have walked to much advantage.

A final word: when, one day, you have made your mark on the world, remember that, in the ultimate analysis, we are all mere temporary custodians of the wealth we generate, whether it be financial, intellectual, or emotional. The best use of all your wealth is to share it with those less fortunate.

I believe that we have all at some time eaten the fruit from trees that we did not plant. In the fullness of time, when it is our turn to give, it behoves us in turn to plant gardens that we may never eat the fruit of, which will largely benefit generations to come.

I believe this is our sacred responsibility, one that I hope you will shoulder in time.

Thank you for your patience. Go forth and embrace your future with open arms, and pursue enthusiastically your own life journey of discovery!

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Forgetting the Roots

In my opinion, the things that made America great were the principles on which the country was founded, the so called Jeffersonian democracy, and the value attached to life, liberty and individual freedom. In recent times, we see a marked departure from these core values in the American society and thinking.

The Problem is...
...this sense of entitlement that is creeping in, the sense that you should be led to the path of success by someone else,
...this socialist notion that all men are born equal with the same kind of needs and not acknowledging/celebrating the uniqueness of each individual,
...this thought that your misfortune was because of another person's deeds,
...this nauseating jealousy of other people's successes and riches and not accepting that they deserve it,
...this robinhood-esque mentality of stealing other peoples hard-earned money through a middle-man ("the government") in the form of a progressive tax system and a multitude of other taxes.

"Everyone feels a little let down because, on some level, people expected all their problems to go away. But real change comes from everyday people. You can't wait for a leader." - Matt Damon on Obama rule.

"The American values of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness -- that's pursuit, nothing is guaranteed in this country." - Hansen Hashim Clarke, the newly-minted member of the United States House of Representatives.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Ski Days

I have been maintaining a spreadsheet counting the number of days I ski each season across the various resorts. It has been an amazing 2010/11 ski season with Tahoe area receiving around 170% of their average snowfall by April, and over 700 inches of snow at most of the tahoe resorts. Our home resort of Kirkwood reported a seasonal Total Range of 720-720 inches.

Update (Apr 26th): 2010/2011 winter is now among the top 5 on record in terms of snow accumulation at Tahoe. So much for a bleak La Nina outlook last year. This season will surely be remembered and reminisced as "that" season for many years to come.

While in 2009/10 season, my heroic claim was having skied every weekend (either sat/sun or both) from Jan 1st to end of April (a 'Weekend Warrior' as such people are called), my 2010/11 claim is to have skied 6 months (November - April). Squaw is open till May 31st, so there is a remote possibility of putting on the ski boots for that "one last run" (tm) and a 7th month.

As they say: ski as much as possible...but it is good to keep a count of it. Onto the stats.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

PontingClarkeHaydenSymondsism

Define PontingClarkeHaydenSymondsism: the belief of an Australian cricketer that being aggressive means hurling personal abuses at the opponent, opponent's spouse, mom, dad and everyone in between...but call one of them a monkey...and it is racial vilification.

Monday, March 21, 2011

White Gold

State Route 49 is a north–south state highway in the U.S. state of California that passes through many historic mining communities of the 1849 California gold rush. Highway 49 is numbered after the "49ers", the waves of immigrants who swept into the area looking for gold. It's a beautiful highway that also gives access to some of the less crowded scenic spots in the central sierras.



We have I-80 connecting the bay area to most of the ski resorts on the north side of Lake tahoe, US-50 and SR-88 connecting to resorts on the south side. Now, route 49 cuts through these highway systems at Auburn (I-80), Placerville (US-50) and Jackson (SR-88).

On days when we have the Epic Tahoe Storms (tm), it is difficult to predict which of these highways close due to low visibility, avalanche danger, hazardous driving conditions, multi-vehicle pileups etc. So people pick their favorite resort and take one of these highways, but as they reach the 49er towns of Auburn, Placerville or Jackson, it is time to check on road conditions and decide whether to continue east or switch north/south on route-49 to the other unclosed highways and hope to reach a ski resort of some kind.

I ended up using this scenic route-49 twice this way.
- Epic storm on President's day long weekend 2010: Driving to Kirkwood, SR88 closed at Carson spur, decision @Jackson, switch to route 49N, drive to Placerville, onto US 50, SR89 and SR88 to go around and reach Kirkwood.

- Epic storm on Mar 19th 2011: On a bus to Sugarbowl, I-80 closed due to zero visibility, decision @Auburn, switch to route 49S, drive to Placerville, onto US 50 to reach Sierra-at-tahoe.

It is interesting that now, in the 21st century, fellow crazy "neo-9ers" (skiers and boarders) are using route 49 in pursuit of another kind of gold called 'snow -- of the powder kind'.