Sunday, September 18, 2016

Honey Bee's Colony Collapse Disorder

Nature is designed with the highest level of interdependence. 'We know so little of the humble honey bee'!

Honey bees are facing #ColonyCollapseDisorder, killing them. Bad news for the environment, food security.
Let's go natural, organic. Let's enjoy 'ToxicSoup' till then :(

Of course, 'organic stuff exported to US from India is by Indian standards, not USFDA'

Author opted for child-fiction, instead of an adult book! Very thoughtful. This is a big entrepreneurial opportunity. '11 year old has tied up with Whole Foods'. They are the hope for a better environment, future.

BEES ON THE ROOF by Robbie Shell via @amazon


Monday, August 29, 2016


In 2014, I went to Dubai to attend ICF meet. Met up with Dr. Marshall Goldsmith, Janet Harvey, Ram & Gautam at Right Selection, ICF leadership team at Dubai, coaches from all over the globe... Among them was NSK. Soft spoken, a keen student. Got to connect and interact briefly on the sidelines.

As we remained in touch, got to know him better. On a subsequent visit, he took me home, was treated to an authentic south Indian lunch. Met his wife, who is an English language expert. 
His academic qualifications were very impressive. IIM-B to European Universities, throughout his career he was a student. He picked up degrees in diverse areas related to human capital, analytical tools (MBTI), coaching, mentoring, et al. He was a keen student of numerology. He was a corporate honcho. And he drove a Merc S-Class! He was a doting father, though his kids were well-settled. He was a foodie. 

Everything I would want to be in my early sixties. 

It was a pleasant surprise when he reached out to me and signed up for our coach-training program. He came all the way from Dubai to attend our sessions at Chennai. The objective was very clear - it was always the journey. The destination was incidental. 

And he was a brilliant student. In that space, that we jointly created, all were all students. We, facilitators, learn more. He was as interested in my journey to Mastery in Coaching and painfully shared all the details of areas of common interests in Coaching, Mentoring and Healing. He had a fine sense of humour. Fitness was not his priority.

As part of the journey, we discussed his future plans - a quiet, retired life in Australia, after all these years of hard work in the corporate world. He wanted to pursue his interest in numerology, coach/mentor young professionals and do simple things in life. Nothing more... 

Yesterday, after a brief illness, he passed on. The saddest part is all his plans for his retired life remain unfulfilled. Our prayers for his recovery did not have the outcome we hoped for. The Universe had different plans. 

As a friend from healing space mentioned, 'he is in a better place now'. 
I have no doubt about it. He is in a better place... at a higher consciousness. The acceptance is the issue :(

It is said, there are five stages of grief: 
  1. Denial
  2. Bargaining (with God/Hi C/Master)
  3. Anger (when prayer does not work)
  4. Depression, sadness
  5. Acceptance. 
I personally did not feel 1, 2 or 3. It was straightaway #4, sadness! Struggling to move to acceptance! As a student of numerology, I am sure he would have been aware of his own future. When it mattered most, his employer, colleagues and friends stepped in to help. His family must be very proud of him. 

And that is a legacy worth working for. 

In that struggle, I just read this in ET:
Most rituals associated with death are designed to enable us to reach a state of acceptance, of coming to terms with death as a natural, inevitable event. Whatever our belief system, it is clear that by focusing on helping the departed soul, our grief vanishes slowly but steadily. In doing so, we would perhaps move closer to understanding the impermanence of life. A medieval book on the craft of dying says, “Learn to die and thou shalt learn how to live.”

RIP NSK - you will be missed. Stay blessed!

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Why Kerala not buying enough cars? ET

... And, it has nothing to do with cars !

A few generations of Keralites have toiled in the desert landscape and contributed to our economy (incl themselves). While they worked in the Gulf, their families have suffered the pangs of separation.

Successive governments have failed to live up to their expectations.

It is payback time. To listen to them, to be empathetic. Central and State Governments, with the active support of others like Sashi Tharoor, should pitch in and deliver.

That would be part of the legacy of these governments/political leaders.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Manifest Future, with Care

Living in 
- 1994-97:Interior MP and covering interior MP & Rajasthan,  
- 1997-2000: Extreme weather (& pollution ) in Delhi, 
- 2000-2006: Surviving the demands of the Maximum city for six years... had got stuck in the famous Mumbai floods,
- 2006-2012: Thereafter years in the Middle East, with weather closer to that of Delhi, minus pollution, thankfully...

I aspired to live in a city like Bangalore. Somewhere in Whitefield, which had old world charm, had spiritual centres like Sai Ashram & Siva Temple from Mahabharatha days! Kadu-godi still had elements of 'kadu', forest! Bangalore then was truly Garden city! 

We should be careful about what we dream of ! 

Today the city, where I have landed, is very different. It is no longer a Garden City. Concrete City would be more appropriate. 

I traveled from Whitefield to the other side of the city in the morning and returned in the evening. Parked myself near Lalbagh during the day, to work, 

At 330PM, when I stepped out, the bakery was filled with people drinking aerated drinks! I gulped down a lime juice, with little trace of the presence of any lime, left homewards. 

As FM played some good songs, and some cacophony, I kept focus on my driving, to navigate one of most chaotic traffic you can encouter anywhere in India... How much we honk!!! Ads for pan masala were most disgusting, with or without disclaimer. Still worse was a bollywood superstar (sic) romanticising pan masala!!

'The journey is as important as the destination....'

we keep reminding ourselves in all our work! 

I was reminded of a coaching conversation, where the coachee was struggling at work and at home. I wonder how many commuters were in that space - with issues at work and home. Then this commuting. Can it get worse?!

What are we manifesting? What are our dreams? What are we telling ourselves? 

As I passed the green patch in the heart of the city, saw this beauty at the signal, next to me. That was perhaps the only positive experience on road!! What have we done to Namma Bangalore :((

Saturday, August 20, 2016

How Indian badminton rocketed on the Gopichand shuttle - The Hindu

Brilliant report. 

Gopi is a transformational coach & mentor. His commitment and the rigor of the process helps him churn out some great players out of his academy. 

He starts his day at the academy at 4 AM !The academy is almost like a modern Gurukul! 

He has stayed away from unhealthy endorsements speaks volumes of him, his values. 

We need more such passionate coaches (not transactional trainers) to take our sports to the next level. We can't depend on selfie-loving ministers or politicians, bureaucrats or even former players.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

1. Becoming a writer

Have managed to tick few items off the bucket list, in the recent past. 'Feeling grateful', as FB would prompt!

To publish a book remained elusive!

Taking an affirmative step in that direction, after passively exploring several options. Also aware of the need to overcome the self-limiting belief I am not good enough to be an authoer?!

A new journey... new beginning. I am sure I will enjoy the journey, with expectations managed ab initio!

Reaching the venue was a journey by itself. There are few things google can not tell you. There are many places google-map can not help you reach, nor detailed, specific route! Still reached just in time, another big need within! To be on time, for important stuff only!

The Attic is off the main road, but has a very laid-back ambience, within & outside. The silver oak trees were actually distracting!

So critical to activate grey cells.

The myth is broken when told, 'you can write anytime, anywhere, on anything. It is a matter of discipline'! And I thought discipline was at the other end of spectrum for a creative guy!!

Writer's block thus ceases to be an excuse!

'There is so much anger around' came back again from one of the group members. Had heard it just two days ago at Delhi. 

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