Tuesday, June 10, 2008




Global Bidding Drives Asian Contemporary Sales in Hong Kong

by Raj S. Rangarajan

NEW YORK—Dozens of new records were set for artists from China, India, Japan, Korea and Taiwan at Christie’s in Hong Kong during the house’s inaugural evening sale of Asian contemporary art (which totaled $40.7 million) and Chinese 20th-century art ($21.7 million) on May 24. Including day sales on May 25, the overall total was $104.6 million.

The evening sale of contemporary art was 94 percent sold by lot and value. The top-selling lot was Zeng Fanzhi’s Mask Series 1996 No. 6, 1996, which sold for $9.7 million, more than three times the high estimate of $3.2 million. It was followed by Yue Minjun’s Gweong-Gweong, 1993, which brought $6.93 million. Also in the top ten were Yue Minjun’s Big Swans, 2003, bought by an Asian private bidder for $2.48 million, and The Sun, 2000, picked up by a European buyer for $1.41 million.

Eric Chang, Christie’s international director of Asian contemporary art and Chinese 20th-century art, noted “growing global interest in Chinese, Indian, Pakistani, Korean and Japanese contemporary art.” Chang says he looks forward to “seeing further cross-cultural interest in Asian art from collectors worldwide.”

Three works by Chinese artist Zhang Xiaogang were in the top ten, including Bloodline: Mother and Son, 1993, which sold to an Asian private buyer for $2.27 million; Bloodline: Big Family Series, 1996, sold to a European bidder for $2.1 million; and Baby Boy with Red Face, 1995, which fell for $1.62 million. A record was set for Indian artist Subodh Gupta when Saat Samundar Paar (Across the Seven Seas), 2003, sold for $1.2 million.

The Asian contemporary-art day sale on May 25 was 90 percent sold by lot and 92 percent sold by value. Three of Yue Minjun’s works were sold at prices well beyond their presale high estimates: Dark Sky, 2003, brought $835,260; Romanticism & Realism Series 2, 2003, brought $792,000; and 99 idol series No. 50 & 63, 1996, took $510,800.

Garden, circa 1970, by Chinese artist Liao Chi-Ch’un led the Chinese 20th-century evening sale with a price of $4.5 million, followed by Spring in the West Lake, 1934, by Chen Cheng-Po, which sold for $4.36 million.

There were three works by Zao Wou-Ki in the top ten: 1-4-68, 1968 ($1.84 million), 26-4-62, 1962 ($1.62 million), and 25-5-62, 1962 ($1.55 million). Sanyu’s Pink Flowers, circa 1930s, sold for $1.41 million.

Among the Asian contemporary works for which artist records were set during both the evening and day sales were Mumbai-born Jitish Kallat’s installation Rickshawpolis 9, 2006, which sold for $200,848; Korean artist Hong Kyoung Tack’s Library II, 1995-2001, which fetched $585,554; Makoto Aida’s Monument for Nothing, 2002-4, sold for $688,114; Hisashi Tenmyouya’s RX-78-2 Kabuki-mono 2005 Version, 2005, which brought $616,322; and Tetsuya Ishida’s painting Decided By Myself, 1999, which sold for $705,480. Another record was set for Japanese artist Mr., when his acrylic on canvas V, 2005, was bought for $647,000.

Friday, May 9, 2008

In defence of Artist Maqbool Fida Husain

Images: M F Husain:
Pictures courtesy: Copyright Sotheby's.


Freedom of expression is an easy term to understand, but defies definition in today’s times. I have always wondered why people – whatever the persuasion, left, right or uncommitted – have a hard time understanding the concept. Is it because if you have an agenda you are unable to comprehend what it stands for? Or is it because people with closed minds have no freedom any more to think independently?

Expressing oneself by speech or in writing or by artistic endeavour or through a play or even through a camera lens is a basic right in a democracy such as India.
It’s a shame that writers, artists, playwrights, filmmakers and others with creative minds have been victims of hate speech and terrorist threats. The recent incident of Bangladeshi writer Taslima Nasreen having to leave India for an unknown destination does not say much for India’s avowed secular credentials.

In 1989 when Salman Rushdie’s The Satanic Verses created more than a stir resulting in a fatwa by Iran’s Ayatollah Khomeini, India sat on the fence for a long time for fear of offending the Muslim vote. Rushdie is India-born, though in his later years he studied and lived in the UK and currently resides in the United States.

The most enduring example over the past decade of course has been 93-year-old Maqbool Fida Husain, who has been at the receiving end just because his paintings do not appeal to a certain section of his audience. He cannot return to the country of his birth because some obsessed Indians have decided not to let him.

Born on September 17, 1915 in Pandharpur, Maharashtra, it’s not Maqbool Fida’s fault if he was born Muslim. Is it a coincidence that all these earlier aforesaid folk were born Muslim? Or, does the Indian milieu have double standards in India and elsewhere?

The Battle of Ganga and Jamuna 12, an oil on canvas dipltych (74-3/4” x 107-3/4”) that was bought for US$1.60 million in March in New York by an anonymous buyer, creating an auction record. No mystery here. Auction houses routinely avoid mentioning names of owners unless the buyer or the institution agrees to have it mentioned.

This set of 27 was formerly housed in the Chester and Davida Herwitz Collection at the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem, Massachusetts. But, Hindu activists can take comfort that none of the warriors or women in the original Kurukshetra battle between forces of right and wrong were depicted nude. The painting depicts goddesses “Ganga” and “Jamuna”, personification of the holy rivers as conjoined with labels in Sanskrit on both sides of the split while representing conceptual strife between warring factions of the Kuru lineage, the Pandava and Kaurava cousins, each descended from river goddesses. (Courtesy: Husain: The Tata Iron & Steel Company Limited, Bombay 1998.)

Apart from this expensive piece at Christie’s, several of Husain’s paintings won top drawer price such as his 1997 Mother Teresa (63-1/4” x 32-1/2”) that sold at $205,000 which was bought by an American bidder, and across town at Sotheby’s, his Untitled 1953 piece (47-1/2” x 47-1/2”) was bought for $409,000 by an Indian trade buyer.

During Christie’s sale in mid-town Manhattan in March, two groups – Indian American Intellectual Forum (IAIF) and Hindu Janjagruti Samiti, protested against Husain’s work saying he was insulting Hindus and what Hinduism stood for. His work had drawn protests even in 1998 in the Chelsea area of Manhattan.

Groups of varied hues have protested over the past several years in London as well, not to ignore the vandalism subjected to some of his works at home by vested interests. But Husain’s creative works continue to be bought and resold at constantly rising prices.

Husain’s artistic skills and interpretations cover the gamut of free expression ranging from the Mahabharata series to scantily-clad women to horses (his favourite) to religious Indian icons.

What gives the ruling administration, those speaking for the art establishment, right wing leaders or opinion-makers and politicians in India the right to criticise, denigrate and demonise an artist for his work? When did the government and the people in power become arbiters of art? If the government changes, knowing the vagaries of politics in India, will Husain be accepted by the other side? Or is he doomed forever?

Not many people are aware that among the doyen’s masterpieces is a series of 27 paintings that he completed in 1971-72 for the 11th Sao Paolo Biennial on the epic Mahabharata.

There is a breed of men and women (let’s call them “facilitators”) who revel in and encourage people on the fence to take sides. Regrettably, there are also men and women with an agenda, hacks who write for money. Several decades ago it was mercenaries who accomplished favours for money. Now, with brand management and public relations a successful industry in India as well, everything is a brand – whether it is an artist, a politician, a fashion model or even a novelist.

Any artist is conscious of the provenance of his or her work, and so should others who view, comment on or buy art. The place and time-period when an artist creates his/her piece becomes critical, especially if the end product qualifies as an investment.

At the time when artisans and artists created Khajuraho frescoes and artefacts between 950 and 1050 AD one wonders if self-styled “monitors of art” existed who could and would cry “foul”.

Activists who want to bring down an artist now are obviously in a different mind-set, not necessarily conscious of subtle nuances of art or art appreciation. Many of the misled volunteers ready to torch a piece of art will perhaps stop being activists if they are told precisely what that art represents and stands for. The price of success for an artist seems to be the wrath of the art monitors.

It is ultimately Husain’s fault that he acquired fame just as Salman Rushdie or Taslima Nasreen. Let’s face it: there are many artists who continue to portray nudes, but since they have not yet earned fame or notoriety, they are “safe”.

In the 50’s and 60’s, Husain had the moral and financial support from the likes of the Herwitzes – Chester and Davida – and Tom Keehn, who worked in a non-profit organisation for Nelson Rockefeller between 1952 and 1961 in Delhi.

Keehn, who is also 93 and very close to the Husain family said, “last year, when Husain visited New York, the artist had produced “Two Horses” within just 75 minutes with about 20 people watching.

In 1947, The Progressive Artists Group was formed by artists Francis Newton Souza, S H Raza and K H Ara and Husain was an early member. American, European well-wishers abound and now successful Indian financiers have taken to promoting Indian artists.

These days artists too are savvy about their financial potential and know that a mix of hard work and creative juices will be a winning combination for them, specially with many Indians with purchasing power ready to invest in realty of the artistic kind. One fears however that promotion of artists by some interests may not be necessarily altruistic. One hopes artists do not become art factories in the name of potential, fame and riches On the other hand, with Indian authorities reportedly waiting for Husain to show up in India, it was in his interest not to flee to Dubai or London. He has made it more difficult for himself by feeding more fodder to the rumour mill that he was allegedly being supported by financier Guru Swaroop Shrivastava for 100 paintings.

Husain has been working on a project for the last six months under the patronage of Her Highness Sheikha Mozah bint Nasser Al Missned, wife of Shaikh Hamad bin Khalifa al-Thani of Qatar. According to The Peninsula paper in Qatar, Husain has said, "there will be 99 paintings as there are 99 names for God. It will be not only Islamic history but also pre-Islamic, which will include Christianity, Judaism etc, mostly the Arab part of it.” Husain will be using contemporary style of drawing because according to him “the visual form can be understood by anyone, even children.”

While the artist became controversial for his nudes, it ought to be mentioned that he has also drawn young Muslim children reciting the Quran with a Muslim teacher who appears to be blessing the kids. The painting done in 1953 is called The Teaching (in translation, it was actually Untitled). He has also painted Mother Teresa resemblances evidenced by her typical blue-border saris.

How does one reconcile this current intolerance with the fact that India and Indians have long been exposed to nude artefacts, of buxom women sketched by artists who follow other faiths such as Hinduism or Christianity; of nude men from certain Hindu sects parading their bodies in the name of being pure, religious and unattached to mortal creations (read clothing)?

Its perhaps speculative but worth exploring that if Husain was not born Maharashtrian, would he have taken up with Madhuri Dixit, a fellow Maharashtrian? After all, he has mentioned that she was the inspiration behind his 2000 film – Gaja Gamini that also starred Shabana Azmi and Naseeruddin Shah.

While Husain’s freedom of expression is under threat within India’s shores, the soaring prices of contemporary Indian art is a growing phenomenon that is here to stay.

A New York based trend writer, Raj Rangarajan reports on the art market and has contributed to publications in the United States, Canada, Australia and India. He can be reached at raj.rangarajan@gmail.com

Friday, April 18, 2008

Cell phones save taxi driver from major assault

The South Asian Times, New York

by Raj S. Rangarajan

New York: Many of us have heard of the taxi driver of Indian origin who was attacked last month by a female passenger in a yellow cab in Manhattan. But, did you know that the 22-year- old rookie driver Neeru Singh was female and was saved from major assault thanks to a 2-way cell phone that taxi drivers use to communicate with their bases and their fellow drivers?
Neeru (originally from Ludhiana), had picked up a ride at 55th Street and 10th Avenue on a Tuesday morning and her destination was a hotel in the Chelsea area (28th Street and Ninth Avenue). Reportedly, the passenger, Paula Mergel, got agitated after hearing chatter on the cell phone between taxi drivers, and started making unsavoury remarks about other races.
At some point the passenger allegedly attempted to choke the driver while the vehicle was in motion.

Since the cell phones were switched on, other drivers including Rajni Tak (originally from Hoshiarpur) and Raminder Gill (originally from Haryana) heard the struggle within the cab and rushed to the Chelsea area to rescue Neeru. These feisty Punjabi women helped stave off a major incident thanks to some quick thinking. Following a 911 call from a cabbie and directions from Neeru, the police were able to locate the passenger who had fled on foot. She was charged with assault, attempted robbery and harassment.

Rajni said, "she heard heavy breathing over the phone" and that the police noticed the assailant's finger prints on Neeru's neck as also cash strewn around the cab. Rajni, speaks Spanish as well and has been driving for 12 years. Her husband is a limo driver. While the Taxi Commission prohibits cabbies from using cell phones when on duty, Rajni added, "its
attempted time we ask for exemptions in emergencies."

Also rushing to rescue her fellow driver in Chelsea was Raminder who was furthest away from 86th Street and Columbus Avenue. Raminder, said, "I have been driving a cab for four years it's a fun job to drive a taxi" and though she enjoys her job, hopes to return to India to join her family's business in Punjab. In her earlier job she was an import coordinator in Manhattan's fashion district.

Neeru, who studied history and English at Khalsa College in Ludhiana, hopes to open a restaurant once she accumulated enough savings. Her dad too is a taxi driver. Neeru's favorite movie is Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and her favorite star: you guessed it -- Shahrukh Khan.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

REALTY SPEAK: Why do people ’build’ this dream?

Bangalore



RAJ S. RANGARAJAN

Why is it that people want to own a house and live in it?
What exactly is the drive?

Have you noticed how owing property seems to be a global hope? Everyone and anyone – whether from Bangalore or Boston or Bermuda – dreams of owning a piece of land. Some like to build on it, others think of using it as an investment. Indian legends of yore and generic grandma stories have held forth benevolently on the advantages and benefits of owning land. Looks like these days, many of the old dictates are being taken to heart with Indians buying land as tho ugh it is going out of style. More so in some states of the Indian union.

Wonder why the fascination with land. Why not a pond or a river? We have heard of millionaires who own ranches and rivers, of celebrities who own castles and build lakes, but land – with brick and mortar – seems to be the common man’s dream. Let’s face it: a river or a stream is also property, but it is not hard-core. Not too many people know what to do with a body of water, unless they are creative architects who may be able to work wonders with water. Proponents of vasthu sastra talk favourably of water playing a significant role in a practitioner’s well-being or of the institution he or she owns or belongs to.

In the United States, the “American dream” presupposes owning property. At least that is the collective wisdom on the subject. Why is owning property so important? Why cannot one pass one’s time on earth without owning property? Is it the same syndrome that forces a schoolboy to scratch his name on his desk for immortality? Is it because we are basically earth-prone and of the earth? For some reason common behaviour has it that one should own property – a roof over one’s head – the famous makhaan that rounds up roti and kapda in populist culture.

Now, thanks to India’s plunge into material success and obviously liking it, the country’s rich and famous and wannabee celebrities are upping the ante to the next level. Apart from land – a house or a bungalow (I gather, these days the operative word is villa), Indians these days aspire to build a lovely, cosy and warm villa with petunias and geraniums (read garden!). And, in this home, they want to fill in luxury items from different parts of the world: perhaps Muranos from Venice, Wedgewoods from Britain or Farsh rugs from Persia, and of course the mandatory mementos of their trips to lands far and away.

Cosmic connection?

What is it that makes the human spirit want to build a home and decorate it? Is it listening to dictates of what is popular and acceptable or is it the cosmic connection to establish a place to stay? Perhaps a psychologist can tackle this better? With affluence has come an interest and obsession to expand one’s horizons. If you have a good home, what is wrong in having one with luxury items? Till the other day, “we couldn’t afford those lovely items” was the common refrain. Now anything is affordable. Hedonism and splurging are in, being a home bird and saving money are out.

Thus, we find Indians buying wall hangings and paintings, attending art shows, admiring antiques and discussing art. There always existed the artistic class, but more and more people have joined the bandwagon in exposing themselves to culture. Whether one is discussing figurative art, abstractionist art or even installations, we now have a new breed of Indians walking that extra mile to expose themselves to aesthetic pleasure.

At five-stars we overhear people discussing younger artists such as Raqib Shaw, Atul Dodiya and Jitish Kallat with older men Husain, Gaitonde and Tyeb Mehta having crossed into the big leagues – the million-plus dollar threshold.

In conclusion the question remains: Why does one have to own property? Any takers?

(The author can be reached at raj.rangarajan@gmail.com)

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Ramayana in New York

The South Asian Outlook, September 2007


BY RAJ S. RANGARAJAN *





(Photos Courtesy: Jay Mandal, New York)

Summer and stories always go together. Whether it is Canada, U.S.A., India or Australia, there is something special about summer. Imaginations run wild and children tend to become creative and sometimes get into raptures in the heat. Adults spin yarns and create magic for the young listeners.
India and Indians in Canada have had a long storytelling tradition with the generic grandma constantly regaling young minds with humour, exaggeration, suspense and adventure, incredibly-talented fairies, winged animals and huge aircraft – all for passing time on a lazy evening.
For more than 50 years – on Saturdays – during the summer, New York City’s children and adults have assembled around Hans Christian Andersen’s statue in Central Park to hear tales told by well-known storytellers and performers such as Victor Borge, Eva LaGallienne and Diane Wolkstein. Hans Christian Andersen was known for his fairy tales and his statue is a well-known Central Park landmark.
This year – the 51st anniversary – it was the turn of Indian performer, Anita Ratnam.
Anita narrated her Dance Katha, Tales from India as part of the celebrations to honour a veteran storyteller of 40 years, Diane Wolkstein who created CelebrateStory: storytelling as entertainment. Anita enacted scenes from the epic Ramayana that were based on “Neo Bharatam” that she created ten years ago as an artistic archetype.

Anita says, she was inspired to create Neo Bharatam after seeing the 1999 science fiction (sci-fi) movie Matrix where Thomas Anderson, played by Keanu Reeves, has the alias ‘Neo.’ In Anita’s case, the search was “to find an original way to protect my work, interpret new nuances, rhythms and moves that defined my style and creativity.”

CelebrateStory is actually a special “thank you” to the City of New York and to the caretakers of Central Park for nourishing not only Diane's Wolkstein’s career but also that of so many other storytellers from New York and elsewhere. Many of the festival tellers – Laura Simms, Regina Ress, Ron Sopyla, Therese Folkes-Plair, Gioia Timpanelli, and Bill Gordh are in fact long-time residents of the New York metropolitan area. This year, special guests included Raouf Mama (from Benin in West Africa), Michael Parent (of Portland, Maine), Dovie Thomason, a Native Indian (of Lakota and Plains Apache heritage) and India’s Anita Ratnam.

Known for her versatile prowess in Bharata Natyam and other dance forms, Anita translated her love of mythology into a new genre of “dancing stories” for an urban audience and “conveyed the stories of her soil in English.”

On her 40th anniversary of performing at Central Park Diane Wolkstein, also was in action. She inaugurated the day with a small sampler of the stories told through her career, including Andersen’s comic tale of “Hans Clodhopper,” followed by “The Glass Mountain” (her retelling of the Brothers Grimm's “Old Rinkrank”), and others.

Diane’s webmaster in New York, Philip David Morgan says, “Diane’s kind of storytelling involves the audience directly, whether by asking listeners what they think might happen next (and why), by inviting them to join in the refrain of a song that may be part of the story, or by making the audience part of the story.

Anita opened with “an invocation of Ganesha, the god of all beginnings, how Ganesha got his head (demonstrated with a cut-out of an elephant’s head) and then I moved on to the Rama story; starting with Vishwamitra, the wise priest counseling his wards Rama and Lakshmana, how the prince was banished to the forest and how his adversary Ravana cut off his sister Soorpanakha’s nose (tall Amazonian-looking woman), of Lakshman-rekha and Hanuman, the monkey god who enlisted help from his friends to locate Sita.”

Anita interspersed the English narration with slokas in Sanskrit and Tamil and with “dance movements and expressive articulation, I could capture the essence of the 40-minute presentation. I tried to make the overall effect prismatic and multicultural, being New York.” In a final act of audience participation, Anita handed over “jalra” sets (two-finger cymbals used for rhythmic accompaniment) to the kids urging them to join in a procession towards the lake.
On a salubrious Sunday afternoon in Central Park with distractions such as cyclists, boat enthusiasts and picnickers vying for attention, the writer inquired, “how did you manage to get the attention of the audience?”

Anita’s response: “It was a wonderful feeling narrating the story with adults and children listening intently; there was a certain silent ambience. Since I had thought out the dress and accompaniments earlier, had rehearsed and practiced voice modulation for the open air event distractions didn’t bother me.”

For a predominantly New York audience not familiar with the epic, to a question, “what kind of allegoric metaphor did you create?” Anita said, “the Neo Bharatam-based moves in a free-flowing style blended with sound, dance and pithy explanations helped me communicate. I now have the space and luxury of innovating as a kind of optic idiom.” Through choreographic motifs of her Neo Bharatam, Anita is known to raise the bar, so to speak, with a dance repertoire that crosses national boundaries.

Complimenting both the beautiful weather and a great turnout, Morgan said of the evening: “...it was simply a large, lavish banquet of story that no one could take in all at once. The most you could do was hear and see all you could, and go home grateful for that.” On Anita’s performance, the webmaster added, despite having to dance on concrete and marble in the New York summertime heat, she held the audience rapt throughout.”




(L to R) Regina Ress, Diane Wolkstein, Tamara (from PS 242), and Raouf Mama at CelebrateStory 2007.
Photo courtesy of & ©2007 Philip David Morgan / Cloudstone Productions.

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[Raj S. Rangarajan is a New York based freelance writer. He covers trend stories on art, travel, lifestyles, Indian cinema and reviews books, films and plays for media based in New York, California, Toronto and India. He can be reached at raj.rangarajan@gmail.com]

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

What makes a great manager?

Rediff.com -- INDIA ABROAD -- BUSINESS

What makes a great manager

Raj S Rangarajan | September 11, 2007

Why are grizzly bear cubs trained for two years to hook salmon? Why did the Arab bond all day with a ferocious falcon? Did you know that blue tits live as couples until they have reared their young?

These and other questions are answered in a book by an experienced manager.

Interestingly, The Case of the Bonsai Manager (Penguin, India, 264 pages, $11 or Rs 450) is not about plants or Perry Mason. It's about today's managers who, author, R Gopalakrishnan suggests, need to learn to be more intuitional in decision-making. This nonfiction intersects nature and management.

Managing is an elusive task for many. Not everyone is adept at it, many avoid it with a passion and on some, managerial responsibilities are reluctantly thrust. Why then the fascination with the subject? Think: attractive perks, status and rewards that come with being a successful corporate manager in today's business world.

Can a case be made for 'intuitive" thinking in management? Would it be considered kosher in management circles and at institutions where management is taught?

Gopalakrishnan says, it is possible. He talks of how initially he too trod the beaten path in terms of following bell curves, algorithms, and parameters prescribed by management pundits. But, in his later years he has changed and now believes management should comprise a human component where intuition and instinct have roles to play.

The author, executive director of 139-year-old Tata Sons, India which recently acquired Anglo-French steelmaker Corus Steel for $11.3 billion, says, intuition is a vital tool in a manager's armor as much as analysis and empirical data.

Management -- as an entity -- is not a zero-sum game where numbers and results matter more than crushed emotions and feelings. With the number of job firings in so many industries on the rise, the concept is not a friend, rather a presumed adversary to the staff.

Every manager is undoubtedly trying to do his or her job diligently but with the global picture changing ever so often, being ruthless and impersonal seems par to the course.

What is one major management decision you regret making? Didn't intuition help you in this instance?

Author's response: "In chapter 1, I have referred to an episode about marketing concentrated detergents in Arabia. I made two decisions intuitively: one was right (launching a standard detergent) and the other was wrong (building the concentrate plant)."

'Stunted' managers perform below par

If mental growth could be stunted can there be stunted managers? The author answers his own question: 'A stunted manager is one who is operating and working at a level which is well below his potential."

Managers become 'bonsai' through their own acts of omission and commission. A 'permanently stunted manager is found in small companies, multinationals and the public sector -- almost everywhere."

Whether the CEO happens to be a Premji, an Indra Nooyi, or an Ambani, managing is not everyone's cup of tea. American corporate figures such as Jack Welch, Bill Gates and Steve Jobs have shared their management wisdom, but Gopalakrishnan's approach to management pays obeisance at the altar of intuitional thinking.

Former PepsiCo chairman Roger Enrico's management coaching style comes in for praise in 'Bonsai Manager". Enrico reportedly relishes Sambukas at 2 a.m. in his Texas ranch while training his senior managers.

The author's intricate explanations on when a caterpillar becomes a butterfly and how a fly's eye is made up of about 4,000 tiny, hexagonally packed lenses with a 360-degree vision tend to be exhaustive -- even exhausting.

His 70-80 hours of research on the animal kingdom shows. "By understanding how animals respond to ever-present threats, there are memorable lessons for managers," advises Gopalakrishnan.

Why nature for a management book?

Gopalakrishnan says, "Just as authors sometimes weave leadership stories of generals in war, I chose analogies from nature for my book. I realised that most people truly love nature and with sufficient evidence from [television] channels such as Discovery and Animal Planet, I learnt that audience response was positive."

He talks of BRIM -- Brain's Remote Implicit Memory -- where the operative words are 'remote" and 'implicit." These words help us access our memories from caches of stored data over our lifetimes. Explicit knowledge is available in books and CDs but tacit knowledge is available in managers' minds. Does a manager ever think of BRIM when deciding? A remote possibility, perhaps.

Gut feeling

A practising manager for 40 years, Gopalakrishnan says, intuition does manifest itself either as an inner voice or as a vague and unspecified feeling from within, which we call a 'gut' feeling.

The act of choosing is not an analytical or process-driven activity. He advises young managers to 'seek out experiences with multiple challenges in multiple geographies spread over multiple domains within the first twenty years in corporate life: a good guideline for an aspiring general manager.'

In today's global economy with the world continuing to shrink, it is doable.

The author has woven three strands of each concept into one fabric: first the Nature anecdote; second the Management anecdote; and third the Concept or Idea.

He says, 'I first present a real-life business dilemma when my intuition told me one thing and my logic told me another, and how it was resolved. Then came chapters on what exactly intuition is, and how it can be developed. The next three sections concerned ways to enhance intuition: (a) by varied and multiple experiences, (b) by sensing and feeling the signals at the edges of the spectrum, (c) and by reflection and contemplation."

Words of management advice from the author: "Become an intuitive manager first, the practical aspects will come later. Leaders who fail to listen, fail. Socialization, communication, understanding and patience are at the 'heart' of managing. Managers are trained to be efficient, but are they effective?"

Talking of effective, how effective are the muttawah (religious police) in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia?

Gopalakrishnan recalls a personal incident that happened in the downtown Ballad area.

"A Tunisian sales manager accompanied me. I inquired, as a newcomer to the city, do you have any words of advice? Keeping in mind strict norms of social interaction in the Middle East, the Tunisian responded: 'Do not walk on the streets with another man's wife.'"

'How would the muttawah know whether the woman accompanying me was my wife?'

The sales manager responded, with great seriousness, 'If you seem to enjoy her company, they would know it is not your wife!'

(Raj S Rangarajan is a New York-based writer).

Saturday, August 4, 2007

REALTY SPEAK -- The choice of feeling free

Bangalore



RAJ S. RANGARAJAN

Who doesn’t wish to have the best maid for maintaining a clean home? But heard of instances where domestic help not only washes the dirt away, but the owner’s spirits too? Read on to know the author’s experience…

I feel liberated. Not because my wife left me. Not because I left her. Not because my horde of relatives decided to leave for good. Not because I retired. No, nothing of that sort. I feel free because I fired my house maid, Sitamma. What a relief! The respite is in spite of having three huge bedrooms, a drawing room, a dining room and a kitchen…not to miss the balconies that open to large open spaces that invite some cool breeze and choking dust too. My floors aren't particularly sparkling now, but at least I’m not a bundle of nerves with someone around!

I particularly feel liberated and free as a bird every weekday. Sitamma had refused to mark attendance anyway on Sundays. Now, I don’t have to be constantly waking up early each day expecting her royal presence.

When I hired her three months ago, I suggested a window of between 7 and 7.15 a.m. for reporting for duty as I leave by 8.30 for work. But soon I found myself waiting for her endlessly, allotting as much priority to her cleaning as I would to my work! Punctuality was not her strong point anyway. And, I didn’t like to have a shower when she was cleaning the house. Call it male fetish! I wasn’t prepared to waste my time counting my inventory of stainless spoons and forks every Sunday morning. Not that I have too many ‘chamchas’ and I am not being figurative.

In the three ‘long’ months of our association I found Sitamma dishing out the most creative excuses that you, me and everyone have heard over and over again! “I don’t have a watch,” “I missed my bus,” “The bus broke down,” “My uncle has a heart ailment – I need an advance on my salary,” “My grandpa is likely to die very soon – I need cash to meet him before he quits terra firma,” and the one that gets the cake, “My granduncle fell off a bullock cart in downtown Devanahalli!” My question: “What has all that to do with the price of eggs in Bangalore, or Devanahalli for that matter?” With so many excuses to deal with, I decided to dispense with Sitamma’s services.

Now I don’t have to keep cleaning after all the mess she creates in the first place. I don’t have to keep searching for the broom that mysteriously fell off the first floor verandah when I was shaving. I don’t have to keep looking for those empty beer bottles that I was planning to give to the security guy.

I can clean when I feel like – Sundays notwithstanding – when my whim suits me, even on weekdays. I don’t have to keep buying those detergent floor washers to suit her taste. I don’t have to check what I am wearing when I answer the doorbell. No one does tap the door too anymore. Definitely not Sitamma.

She can now trade her lies with someone else in Indiranagar, Jayanagar, Gandhinagar or Sadashivnagar! Please leave me alone.

I feel like a kid who dreams of his vacation after annual exams. Now, that’s what I call relief! I am holidaying in my three-bedroom flat, welcoming the breeze and shooing away the dust happily, all by myself…albeit once a week!

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