Santhosh's ramblings

For the last 10 days, I was ‘Rat–tracted’—completely distracted by a rat in the kitchen. I tried everything to catch, kill, or chase it out! Nothing worked. Finally, thinking it had left, I sealed all the potential entry points, only to find it was still there, destroying exhaust fans and gnawing through every plastic utensil.   I lost money dealing with it, lost sleep over it, and even lost my inner peace. I started waking up in the middle of the night, hearing imagined rat-running noises! Like any good Christian, I began praying about it since nothing else had worked. Then, one morning, my better half suggested, "Just calm down, keep the doors open, and see if it goes out." To my surprise, it worked! I should have listened and done that earlier.    But this rat distraction taught me some valuable lessons about distractions in life. For those of us who generally have our lives under control, peace-draining distractions aren’t usually major issues—they’re small things, like r

As we age, various challenges inevitably arise. Two things that stand out for me these days are clothes and hair.   Clothes are interesting—when you go shopping, you often find slim fit, narrow fit, tight fit, and other styles that our generation didn’t grow up with. But this also becomes an excuse to "renew your youth." You buy these clothes, telling people you have no other choice, but in your heart, you’re happy because you’re following the current trend! Carl Trueman wrote, “If no eighteen-year-old male believes himself to be immortal, no middle-aged male wants to appear any older than he was twenty years ago… it would seem that the market for youth clothing (albeit with slightly expanded waistline sizes) is alive and well long into the territory previously reserved for the superannuated and beyond.” Hair issues are different. Greying and thinning hair is part of aging. But every time I go for a haircut, the barber suggests coloring, a comb-over, and other new methods to

I hear the word “meltdown” quite a bit these days, at least in some of the circles I move in. For some of you, this might be a new term. When I was growing up, I knew of only three types of meltdowns.   The first was the wax of a candle melting down—something that happened daily in our house due to the frequent load shedding in those days. The second was the danger of a nuclear meltdown, a concern that arose as we grew up amidst the construction of many nuclear reactors and the arm flexing of nuclear powers. And lastly, we heard about snow melting down, which led to flash floods in the northern regions of the country.   Each of these has its own distinct character. The wax melting down is intentional; it was created to melt down and, in the process, to keep giving light. Eventually, when all the wax is gone, the light burns out, leaving behind only the burnt remnants of the wick. But this burnout happens only at the end of the candle's life—until then, it keeps burning on!    This

A few events happened over the last two days, which give reason for these reflections.   Yesterday, in an online training forum, I was there early, and a friend from a remote nation was also present. As we waited for others to join, I asked the customary question left to us by the British, “How are you?” Before I could finish my question, he had returned the same question. I gave my regular answer: "Good." So, I asked again, "How are you?" His response was not what I expected. He said, "The week has been tough; some catastrophic events happened at work, and I am still recovering." He did not want to explain further, so I said sorry and left it.   This morning, I received a message from an old acquaintance from whom we had asked for some help on a work-related issue. The message started like this: "Things have piled up unexpectedly, and I am at my wit's end." An unusual message from such a senior person.   It is not often that either I or othe

A few days back, I suddenly remembered a toy that we grew up with. The wind-up toys. They are wound up and keep walking and finally fall over, when the winding completes its work. I think I remembered this because I was feeling like one. Keep on going till you drop dead! This is what life is, for many of us. Some of us have no choice, but others like me, have a choice to slow down. But then, I have  lived like this always and so it has become a life style.  Judith Shulevitz, in a 2003 article wrote this "   We could let the world wind us up and set us to marching, like mechanical dolls that go and go until they fall over, because they don't have a mechanism that allows them to pause. But that would make us less than human. We have to remember to stop because we have to stop to remember." (See reference below).  She starts this article with this story from Freud's era.  " Sandor Ferenczi, a disciple of Freud's, once identified a disorder he called Sunday neuro

It was yet another day in Delhi. The morning routine at 6:15 AM was to switch on the water pumps, to pull in water to the tank below and then push it up to the tank on the rooftop, during the one hour the water was available.  To make life easier, most houses have an "alarm indicator" which signals when the tanks are full. The best way to do this is to first fill the top tank by pumping up the water and then fill the lower tank by pulling in water, a cycle that repeats every day. But today, something was amiss. From the moment I switched on both pumps (I did it together), the indicator of the tank below was constantly making sounds – like a broken record: "The tank is full, please switch off the motor." (Yes, we have talking indicators – like the railway station announcements). Like Moses who stepped aside to see why the bush was not burning down, I decided to see what the issue was. It was a very encouraging scene. The water was coming under so much pressure that e

What makes an organization different? I am not talking about successful or great organizations but different. Different means making a difference in the world and transforming lives.   I was sitting in the back of a conference hall listening to the leaders from 19 hospitals reporting on what has happened over the last year. A few observations from what I heard:   1. Leadership with a bigger picture: Leaders who understand why they are doing what they are doing. They have clarity that institutions and organisations are merely platforms to make a difference in the contexts where they are placed. Leaders who prioritise vision and values above  self, people above institution, and larger mandate above money. Their lives open to be transformed and through those changes others are challenged to change too.    2. Leadership in their prime age: One might ask, what is prime age? With our nation having more than 55% of its population under 35 years of age, the average age of leadership should be