Friday, June 11, 2021

How to Fail??!!

Somewhere back in 2011-12 I worked with my team on a huge Request for Proposal (RFP). This RFP had 4 to 5 of us working for weeks together compiling lots of data sheets in a nice presentable format and the end product seemed so promising that I had thought we were going to definitely win that contract. But, unfortunately, a week post submission of the RFP response I got to know from my boss that we had lost the deal as we had been undercut on the pricing with some unrealistic pricing by another company. Me being new to this process and having the impatience of youth was very saddened and frustrated to have lost the contract after all the effort we had put in. That is when my boss, a visionary himself, Mr. Suresh Dadlani taught me a thing which may seem very trivial but holds a lot of value, he said “Ashish, we win some, we lose some. It’s part of the game”.

Since our childhood we are always taught “Failures are steppingstones to success”. As kids, we accept it at face value but we never really try to understand the “Why” behind it; “Why is failure the stepping stone to success?”. As management students, leaders etc. we are always taught to only look for success and always think about winning. But the hard reality is that failures are as much a part of the leadership journey as successes. They may be personal/individual failures or failures of your teams and projects.

In my eyes, a leader who knows how to pick himself/herself up after getting a bloody nose, dust off the dirt and lead a fight back, is a true leader. So in this article I intend to focus on failing, trying to share my knowledge, based on my experiences and also the things I learnt during my ControlCase-sponsored         3-month management course at the Indian School of Business and talk a little bit about handling failure or as I call it “How to Fail??!!”

Don’t be in denial…

The most common reaction of any individual to failure is that of denial. It’s just too hard to digest that one could fail. Then it is followed by a blame game and this starts a vicious cycle of trying to reallocate the cause of the failure instead of assessing it.

So, the first step in handling failure is to accept the failure. A leader needs to be upfront and accept the failure as a person, as a team or as a project. Also, it is important that the leader takes the heat of the failure; the team, whatever they have done or have not done, should never be “fed to the wolves” – figuratively speaking. It is the leader’s responsibility to own up to the failure and shield the team from any negative backlash in public or in the organization.

Introspect……don’t brood

Leaders do not have the luxury to sulk or brood after a failure. The first reaction post-acceptance of failure should be damage control and introspection. Identify the root cause of the failure, what went wrong: people, process, technology. Get that on the table as soon as possible.

Introspection also helps in one more aspect, it helps us come up with a corrective action plan, which is what normally any management would want to hear after a failure.

 

 

Be Alone, Not Lonely

We have always heard a phrase – “It’s very lonely at the top”, this holds true in all sense. The more you rise, the more you are on your own and more accountable as an individual than ever. That is where the real quality of leadership comes into play – managing human resources. You can be alone at the top but as long as you have maintained excellent working relations with your team-members, peers and seniors, you are rarely lonely when it comes to handling failures.

Respect others and they will respect you. Help others in their time of need and in all probability, they will stand by you in your times of crisis. This does ease handling or facing any failures.

Regroup and reassess

Post introspection, it is imperative to regroup and reassess with your team to discuss what was identified in the analysis of the failure. Then the leader needs to decide whether any salvaging can be done for the current situation or whether it is wise to let it go and take lessons learnt for the next project.

No shame in surrender

I believe that “Live to fight another day” is the most preferred approach when you have no other option. It is wise to let go of the things we cannot change, accept the failure and move on to the next challenge. The important thing for a leader is to learn from these mistakes and ensure that they are never repeated in projects or tasks to come.

So now to answer the question which I asked before “Why failures are steppingstones to success?” Because failures teach us lessons, as long as we learn from these lessons to improve in future, then failure cease to be as disheartening as they seem.


Saturday, October 2, 2010

What's in the Identity....



“What's in the name,
That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”
-          William Shakespeare
The above quote came from Shakespeare, the man who ironically has published some of the greatest works of English literature in his own name! On the same lines, in the past few days’ public opinions taken by media seem to be implying that “Young India” has developed a new quote “What’s in the Identity…”. There were many discussions by eminent panelists who had no qualms of asserting their own identities, but were seemingly unsure whether youth in India assert their respective identities or not. Many of the televised public polls in the Ayodhya verdict build-ups had the representatives of “Young India” making statements like “India is a secular country…” or “We live in 21st Century…” or “We are in the age globalization, global citizens…” etc. etc. 

Hearing these arguments I had a question in mind - Is Identity truly an outdated concept in today’s globalized world? Saying that I am a global citizen or merely stating out of context that we are Indians; can such single identity suffice us in all the various environments or walks of life we have to interact with? Can Identity as a concept be so rigid?

I don’t think so, according to me Identity being such a fluid concept in today’s world, we tend change it based on circumstances and surroundings. For example, at a global stage we would identify ourselves proudly as Indians, at national stage based on our state-wise affiliations, at state-level we come to city-wise and moving further down the ladder when we are identifying ourselves in relations/friends we identify us with our family name or surname, and this is not restricted to Indians alone but can be considered as a global concept ; people in western world can also be seen proudly displaying their heritages and lineage, based on the what we read in the newspapers or watch on television. Similarly another example I would like to give in context to today’s globalized corporate world is that; when I visit my clients I don’t  present my personal identity, but it becomes a sub-set of larger identity that is my “Company” which has chosen me as its physical medium to represent its own identity, but in my own company when it comes to internal official work  I represent my own team which becomes my identity; coming further down when I am in front of my seniors I have the identity of a junior and have to adhere to it.

This is a concept generally followed by all, but when it comes to asserting some controversial identities, the garb of pseudo-secularism or pseudo-modernism takes over. Just like Shakespeare’s irony, the ideal views people present are only restricted to public discussions, but in the real life all of us have to live by our respective changing identities for gaining recognition for ourselves, our country, our company etc. which defines the base of growth in our life. Whatever we say cannot change our identities, merely saying I am secular won’t change anything, we will always remain who we are whether we accept it or not. The whole point of writing this article is that I want to request all my brethren out there that don’t be afraid to assert your identities. Instead of running away from them by making pseudo-intellectual generic idealistic statements, accept them and try to imbibe the world of co-existence, co-habitance or accommodation of separate Identities. Idealism can only be followed in an ideal world, but the practical material world we live in has different demands of its own and we have to live by them to grow. Differences, controversies are bound to take place; why even two close friends have difference of opinions or quarrels; but does ignoring or running away from them solve the issue. No, we have to take a stand which is just and which promotes co-existence of all identities; like the shrewd verdict of Ayodhya. True you cannot always please everyone; but it’s our duty to take at least a stand & try moving towards a definitive solution.

Hence, I appeal to the “Young India” that the earlier they realize and accept that “All’s in the Identity” will be better for a prosperous future which we see as individuals in our progressive & developing nation.

-Ashish Shekhar Kirtikar

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Re-Introduction!!!

Hello everyone, I am getting back to writing after a very long time (my first & only post here was in 2008!!!) and thought that in this post I ought to re-introduce my amatuer interest in writing to all by giving a brief walkthrough of my short journey as an amatuer writer :-).

Reading & Elocution were always my hobbies from my young days, they became the base for my interest in writing. I first got introduced to writing in my school, we had a school magazine (Dehiscence - if I remeber correctly) and I had the privilege of being on its editorial board for two consecutive years. That was the first time I had written some articles of which two were published in the magazine, one was a Hindi Poem on soldiers & the second was a English article on the entry of educated minds in the world of crime, both recieved good response from our teacher who was heading the editorial team as well as my fellow members on the editorial team.Following this I didn't write anything for a long time till the great social networking revolution called "Orkut", I started participating in discussions on the communities on various topics; this caught real steam when I got involved in the Anti-Reservation Protests of 2006; I was just out of college and literally sitting at home so writing & reading orkut communities became a daily addiction.

This protest campaign was my first major introduction to the real power of blogs, I used to read many blogs which openly wrote & argued about the pros/cons of reservation. I understood that a blog could give a larger platform for putting forward ones ideas/views/arguments/grievances etc. But even with this understanding I only satisfied myself by replying in small debates & arguments on the community forums or venting my anger in front of the television debates of "eminent" panelists, never could really muster the confidence to write my own blog. Soon the protests died & my entry into professional life took out all the steam in me, writing became just a thought.

One fine day, just happened to think of a storyline which I thought to be interesting & surprisingly I sat down to write, this was the first short story I wrote. I had it circulated to a close small group of friends & relatives for their honest reviews, being my first attempt many improvements were suggested, but interstingly the response overall was quite positive and many people whom I spoke to genuinely appreciated my attempt with a caution that i need to build on this & improve myself. The positive reviews made me come up with an "ambitious" plan to start writing of many short stories regularly publish them on a blog, the idea behind this was that I would improve with each story I write & the readers of the blog will be able to analyse the difference in my writing from my first story to the ones I would write later.
So, I started this blog & published my first story "Till I'm Alive", this was time when I had just moved to Mysuru for my job. Following two years were so hectic that I didn't have time to think of anyting to write.

Now, I am back in Mumbai & have been thinking for a long time to start writing again, but this was not happening partly due to work & partly due to my extremely lazy nature. But over the past few days a few of my friends have gotten into blogging like Mihir, Tanuja etc. (thanks ppl) & thats what gave me an insipration to decide writing again and thankfully have some good topics in mind.

I hope that this time I shed my laziness & continue writing good articles worth reading; I also would request all my readers to give honest reviews on whatever I write or have written so I can also learn & improve in the process.
God Speed.

Regards,
Ashish Shekhar Kirtikar

Saturday, August 23, 2008

TILL I’M ALIVE -- My First Story...

It was 6’oclock in the morning, with a coffee mug in my hand I was glued to the television seeing the same pictures and news repeated again and again. It had been a harrowing weekend for me, with constant phone calls from the media and reporters camping outside my house, after all I was the only living relative of the kidnapped reporter Srichand Rajput : His FiancĂ©.
These thoughts were suddenly disrupted by a foot note of Breaking News coming on the screen. “Sad Valentine’s Day for India”, it said, followed by “Inside sources say that Terrorists have killed the hostage”. I was shaking all over, my feet went numb, I could barely stand; I somehow managed to reach the phone which was ringing for the tenth time by now. It was Sri’s boss “It’s not true…huh…tell me it’s not true…”I asked in a croaky voice “Its True Priya…I am sorry…though the official confirmation is yet to come we got it from a reliable source inside and….” I wasn’t even aware that he was talking after he said “Its True” I barely kept the receiver and was struggling to stand on my feet. The coffee mug from my hand was lying on the floor and everything around was appearing to be moving at a fast pace, suddenly everything blacked out.
Valentine’s Eve one year ago:
“Honey, are you ready I have to leave in half an hour” Srichand said in his usual sweet tone, “Yes I will be out in a minute” said a croaky voice from the room. “Oh my god, Priya, Are you crying again?” he said entering the room “Please!!! I am not going for a war…it’s just a story”. “Yes, just a story, in terrorist infested Kashmir and that too POK!!! I would prefer you going for a war then…” I said, now more composed than before “I don’t understand why you have to go for this. Don’t you have any other journalist to do this job??!!”. “Honey we have talked about this before, you know I have asked for this assignment…Its my passion and love for journalism that couldn’t let me leave such an opportunity…I want to do something like Daniel Pearl, even in his death he showed to us the cruel and heartless nature of those Islamic Fundamentalists…He made the common man aware of the extent of their cruelty and inhumanity…I want to do the same thing when I go there, I want to expose the reality to public…you know how much I love my work…Don’t you Dear?” he said with my red-eyed face in his hands, “Oh Yes I do, when my mother first heard that I was in love with a journalist she asked me if he worked for Page3 , does he know Aishwarya Rai?...I told her that he found gun-wielding Bearded dirty people and barren cratered lands more attractive than anything in this world…even Aishwarya Rai…”I managed to smile in a sarcastic manner and walk away, “Don’t say that, didn’t I fall in love with you, The Most Beautiful woman on Earth” he said embracing me from behind, “Huh…you wouldn’t even care to wait for one more day to celebrate Valentine’s Day with me and you say you love me” I walked away pretending to be angry “You must have forgotten my gift also…” and I stopped in the door staring at the bouquet of Roses kept on the table in the Living Room “Happy Valentine’s Day My Love…”He whispered in my ears while holding me from behind “…I may be anywhere in this world but I will never forget to send the Roses to my Rose, TILL I’M ALIVE”
I could feel a ray of white light piercing my eyes. I opened my eyes slowly and looked around and tried to come back to my senses. After a few seconds I heard the doorbell ringing very hard, I forced myself back to my feet and literally dragged myself to the door and opened it. It was Shyam, Sri’s best friend and colleague. “I tried calling you as soon as I heard the news from boss…I am sorry Priya…”I didn’t let him finish I just hugged him and started crying “Priya, calm down I know its hard but you have to be brave, as brave as Sri was…” He said leading me to the couch “the press has been stopped by the police downstairs…the government officials and the negotiators want to talk to you” “But before that they wanted me to give you something which Sri had requested the negotiators to give…wait a minute I will get it, I managed to sneak it in avoiding the media glare…”Waiting for him I heard the news reporter on screen saying “ Three negotiators were sent back by the Pakistani government citing security reasons saying that only one diplomat would accompany the body back to India…The negotiators say that in the tense conditions that they met Srichand Rajput, he managed to give them hints regarding where he had hidden the tapes which had his entire operation on it….The negotiators have managed to get it back to India and say that these tapes will expose the truth behind the terrorist training camps to the whole world…They saluted him saying that his exemplary show of bravery under tense conditions deserves a salute from the Nation…They also said that he made an unusual request to the negotiators which they said was too personal to announce it to the media… ”. “This was his request Priya…” I heard Shyam’s voice behind me .As I turned I saw a bouquet of Roses in his hand, he gave it to me and I again felt the dizziness. I controlled myself hugged the roses and started crying when I heard Shyam say in a suppressed croaky voice “Read the card please he had told the message that’s written in it…” I opened the card with trembling hands and I read “Happy Valentine’s Day My Love …remember…TILL I’M ALIVE”
-Ashish Shekhar Kirtikar