Sunday, June 15, 2014

Emerging Successful with Everyday Excellence


It dawned on me at the college gathering preparations. We were hunting for a singer who could begin the singing competition with a pious note- with a song devoted to God. Then these girls who sang a devotional song on republic day caught my attention. I tossed them the offer- can you prepare a Ganesha song for the competition?
The next day they were at my desk – with a classical song ‘Gananayaka’ by Shankar Mahadevan which I had listened to on a few occasions- with awe. Their teacher had suggested they should sing that. They wanted me to guide them.
I didn’t know the song nor could I pronounce Sanskrit properly but I decided to put up a brave face. ‘Go, download the song and the lyrics, simply practice and practice. Let us see tomorrow.’
When I turned to leave, I heard a voice from behind. “Ma’am, you too please listen to the song tonight.” Then all joined in the chorus “Please “Ma’am!”.
After dinner that night, I listened to the song and the words as many times as I could and by next morning, I was, well, half across the well. As soon as I reached the college, the girls, 7 of them, were already there waiting for the go word from me.
I was surprised when I heard them. They had learnt the song overnight and were quite close. All I had to do was train them on pronunciations and correct few notes here and there and infuse some expressions at the right places. With no accompaniments, relying just on the tanpura App on my mobile, they were fabulous- and I should mention that none of them had any training.
Looking at their proficiency at the song, it was decided that they should sing it at the inauguration function, which was scheduled the next morning.
Again their teacher, Prof.Namrata Pradnyakar, gave them more challenge. They should be at the traditional 9 yards Maharashtrian attire- complete with the accessories such as string of flowers on their hair turned in to buns, nose rings etc. And they have to reach the college at 8 AM. It meant they should start at 7 AM from their residences!
They did. No need to say that they were a hit at the function.
This small incident, though ordinary, somehow triggered my thought process.
First I thought of the teacher who have them a high target; next the spirit of the students to take up the challenge; then the time constraint-only one day was left to practice; And there was no incentive in performing the song as it was not a part of the competition; The only reward would be the opportunity to perform at the function but there was every chance of drawing flak if they floundered.
They could have said, “We don’t have internet facility”, “The other members are not cooperating” “It is too early for us to come’, “We can’t source the attire and jewellery overnight”, “There is no one who could help us to wear the attire”  and so on.
But they said none of that. They overcame all hurdles themselves. They were innovative in the sense that since they couldn’t learn the song by heart, they stuck the lyrics on some wedding invitations and when they held them in hands the image of Ganesha smiled at the audience.
When I looked at them after their song, their face reflected joy and a sense of achievement.
-To me, they presented a perfect picture of success.
Success and achievements are often talked about in lofty manner-always citing examples of famous people with extraordinary feats. We keep them at a pedestal and look at them with awe. We are so distant from them that we forget that they are human beings too, like us.
We see at the results, not the rigors.  If we analyze their lives closely, I think we may find the same factors working for them which were behind the girls- such as opportunities coming their way that are closely related to the things they love to do, tough and seemingly impossible tasks set for them by someone who has the power to influence them like a teacher, mentor or may even be a boss, something or someone who may be there to guide and reassure, their passion towards their work, the readiness to face any hurdles and on top of all ,saying ‘no’ to excuses.
Finally the taste of success when their efforts bear fruit fuels their journey further.

Success need not be the privilege of only celebrities. We ordinary people, in our ordinary lives, can put all our heart into our ordinary tasks and perform them extraordinarily. In short, instead of waiting for some big bang to propel us to the sky, I think if we aim for excellence in everyday tasks, we can easily navigate the success map and go places. 

The first flight

The one thing I always enjoy during my morning walk is looking up at the planes just taken off from the runway. The sight of the plane soaring into the air reinvents the child in me and I wouldn't have minded clapping my hands and jumping with joy but for the concern about other people around. I can't recollect the experience of my first air travel which was way back in 1989 from Srinagar to Delhi.
That time I happened to have all the focus in tackling my little one, Rahul, who insisted we should open the window. I didn't feel either the joy or anything else about the flight. In fact I can say I had rather sleep-walked through my maiden air travel and didn't remember getting into or getting off from the plane  -leave alone experiencing the feeling of being air-borne.

So, it was natural that I was quite excited when we booked a flight to Goa.. As it is, it was my long-time pending desire of visiting Goa and enjoying the beach. Playing with the waves find almost the top slot in my list of enjoyable pursuits. May be the next slot goes to swimming. ( No wonder I am an aquarian. )
I was lucky enough to study in Queen Mary's in Chennai which was just across the Marina beach and our group of friends used to hoodwink the strict hostel authorities to run to the beach and make merry in the water and sneak back into the hostel without the slightest trace as our clothes used to get dried by the time we crossed  the sands.

Yes. I know I am writing about my flying experience but I can't help being carried away by the ocean. Okay, let me come back to 'My First ( actual) Flight.' and yes I sleep walked now too, but just up to the point of entering into the plane, a low cost carrier. A look at the seat was enough to dampen my enthusiasm. The seat seemed to face tough competition from ST buses. I was fortunate enough to be seated near the window and I instantly glued myself to it . after a little while, the  bird started moving and I cynically chuckled that it was moving like a cart. Then it happened. Having arrived at the runway, the plane gained  tremendous momentum  and so did my heartbeat as a result was watching the  fast receding  ground. And before I realized the sudden jerk, I found the ground below growing farther and farther down and completely disappear.

I pressed my head against the window to look harder but there was nothing but the vast expanse of the silver ocean of clouds.  Then dread suddenly gripped me. why the hell has the plane stopped! It was no longer moving! I wanted to scream but simply turned to my neighbour who also happened to be my life partner. Being so grown up I couldn't muster the necessary courage to express my fear which clouded my mind. Then suddenly the mist in my mind cleared as I remembered the  physics principle: Motion is in relation to some stationary object. Here the stationary object, the ground was no more visible, hence the plane seemed to have come to a standstill as though it was moving at some thousand and odd kilometers per hour (I am not sure about the speed but at least I know it is many  times more than a train.)

The next thing that bothered me was some odd feeling in my ears, I felt they were going to explode. I tried to close my eyes and sleep but found no luck on that front also. The 75 minutes of flight to Bombay seemed to last forever with only blankness outside and total silence inside the craft except for the brief interludes of the mechanical voices of the air hostesses giving some or the other updates. After a brief stop at Bombay the flight onward to Goa was more tolerable as I knew now what to expect unlike  the initial excitement- laded expectation of some thrilling experience when I took off from Nagpur.

I still feel excited to look at the flying machines taking off and touching down and soaring majestically in the sky and gliding gracefully and I prefer it  to be that way!!!!