Monday, October 6, 2014

The point of leading

To come to
The point of leading

Is to share sorrows
And be unafraid
Of seeming weak

Is to bring each other to
A place of self-discovery
A seemingly lonely journey for two

Is to freely
Trust your ideas
In the hands of others

Is to freely
Hand others
Ideas to take as their own

Is to boldly
Speak the bitter truth
For those teachable moments

And to embrace others
And to let them embrace you.
True you.

;)

 

I didn't come to Jesus to become an American

When I first learned of you
I feared I would lose myself
My culture
My desires
My world would crumble
If were to become Christian
A little christ
I would become a Westerner
Have a checklist
To work till I die,
Think whiter
The better
Call Europe cultured
While India is just "exotic."
I would become a bigot
Losing the streams
That quenched my thirst
From the beginning.
I pushed your arms away,
Thinking you are
But a hollywood movie: Unbelievable.
Rising from the dead? No way. Unbelievable.
Until my world crumbled
Piece by piece:
Pierce by pierce, betrayal
Tore through my heart
Leaving me gasping for air
As they chose their Barabas-
A thief who stole my work
And shamelessly lied.
Blow by blow I delivered
Evidence to show the truth
For did it not matter? To be truthful?
Step by step I climbed their ladders
Seeking justice amongst the people
Afraid to stand out and stand up for the truth.
Tear by tear I lost my faith
In humanity, in society, in science.
As I left behind everything I held as my future
I walked, I shook and trembled
And crumbled, as I heard my friend say,
"Unbelievable. Your story is like a movie!!"
Drop by drop, your voice drifts into my head,
"NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL."
Silence. Who was that?
Jesus? My imaginary friend? Had I gone mad?
Your words echoed in the caves of my heart
I had no doubt- this was the real deal.
"What about my parents? What would they say?"
"I MADE THEM."
Fear swiftly left, as calm settled
My hesitations from before lifted, with unparalleled clarity.
Peace by peace, you enter my soul
And I decide to follow you, Jesus.
Not because I like going to church,
But because I now know who the Truth is.
Not because I like to help others,
But because I now know who Love is.
Not because of humanity
But despite humanity
Not because of fear
But despite fear
I come running to your arms.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Unwanted imp


I've had it with doubt
 Seeping in unnoticed
 An imp throwing
 Small stones in my
Mind to far corners
Where they don't belong,
Filling instead my thoughts
With memories long buried
Under the tombstone of forgiveness
Digging up feelings
Long forgotten.
May god help me
Sift through these recurring
Images taking my eyes
Off the cross
Where I try
Everyday
To hang more of my ego to dry.

Fall poem# 1


Well the clouds told me
Today is a day for poets
To pen down their hearts
Onto flying pieces of paper
Encircling them
As if the pages were bees
Wanting the nectar
At the tip of their tongues
At the corner of their eyes
Gathering at the crease
Of their brows waggling
At the wonder of emotions
Around them
The clouds ask me
What of all these poets
Surrounded by pages like bees
Ready to soak up the pollen
Of haphazard thoughts and
Turn them into honey-
Immortalizing fleeting feelings
In cages of amber verse rhythm and rhyme
Clearing a space in today's skies
To feel with abandon

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Dishwashing: an experiment in motivational leadership

Well, the first thing that ran across my mind was guilt. How many times did I not do dishes when living with my parents, or previous roommates? Clearly this was karma manifested - a yellowing sink with 2-week-old dishes hosting their own ecosystem of bacteria, mold and my personal favourite- ants.

So that's the lesson then. Karma. What goes around comes around. Surely now that I've come to this earth shattering realization, the dishes would get done. Oh wait. They're not going anywhere. They're going to be there now, some more and ...somemore.

God knows why I have chosen to actually start caring about dishes at this point in my life. I mean, I was pretty apathetic towards them till now. Now, the sight of a unkept sink piled ridiculously high with moldy dishes made me irate. Workplace altercations - no problem! Solve it with a little bit of "a gentle answer turns away wrath (Proverbs 15:1)" Societal pressures about singlehood in mid-twenties? Ha! I'll chase contentment more than a checklist manifesto for my life that "requires" marriage. Water off a duck's back, as Americans like to say. Motivating a team of acquaintances to put an event together? Motivational leadership to the rescue! Send out emails, and wait on god to work on their hearts and the event.

Neglected dirty dishes? I'm at a loss. I can't even fathom why I felt such annoyance at such a trivial household chore not getting done. I avoided doing them most of my life because I felt that females who did any household chores were succumbing to the secret agenda of the "women-belong-in-the-kitchen"ites. I woke up from that erroneous approach by understanding that doing chores around the house is not a gendered activity- it's an activity in being CONSIDERATE to those who live with you.

Consideration may seem like a vague term to some. Possibly if that wasn't instilled in your K-12 education like in India and Singapore. So for those who did not get this concept of thinking of others while growing up, ponder these three levels of consideration regarding the common sink area:
Level 1. Doing your own dishes. Good job! You didn't break any plates so your roommates trust you! You go on to...
Level 2. Doing house dishes on some sort of rotation. Alright! Great system guys, sink harmony makes the house a loved and respected place for each other. You should ideally land here BUT WAIT WHAT'S HAPPENING!!! THERE'S...
Most coveted Level 3. Doing house dishes for months in a row. No end in sight.
Tis a rude shock to move into the third level when the first and second levels seem pretty comfortable to one's sense of shared duty and respect towards the house.

Months ago, I took the approach of putting up a sign that I thought would signal humour and wit to my roommates about the dishes not getting done, "Tired of your maidservice? Then it's time to do the dishes!" Felt pretty clever- using humour to inspire some light-hearted dish washing fun.

It had short-term success, but was not a sustainable way to keep the dishes from piling up and welcoming insects into the kitchen. Clearly sign's message did not stick to their brains long enough, or as a priority, for them to wash the crumbs and saliva off their own plates. I've lead several projects in academic and not-for-profit settings and have spent six years actively seeking out different means to motivate a team of reluctant members to get on the same page and work towards challenging goals. Why was I not taking the same approach here? Because this was far more challenging as my leadership goal - it involved motivating friends who are close to me to get on common ground and finish a mundane and non-urgent task. It's not karma that I'm supposed to get out of this situation, it's a lesson in motivating others through a personally frustrating scenario/ a seemingly trivial gripe. Yes, this is my academic treatment of an oddly irritating problem. Really, I'm just as surprised as you are that I actually care about washing dishes.

Given above background and preliminary data, I am going on a classic bottom-up, discovery-driven fishing expedition to keep the sink free of dirty dishes for two days out of the week.

Experimental design
Aim 1: Gently drop hints about cleaning dishes on a regular basis to promote Level 1 consideration where each of us washes our own dishes. Methods will be verbal, as visual methods from preliminary experiment did not work in the long run. 
Aim 2: Play 1000 blank white cards, but switch out all cards to "wash dishes." Rationale is that most of the house loves playing nerdy board games.
Aim 3: Announce a party that will gather roommates, focus on how living together has been beneficial while slowly moving towards sink. Turn on music and then point out that since we're all here, we should do dishes.

Evaluation of results
Same for all aims. Frequency per week of clean sink (two days) and volume of sink that is clean  (e.g. sink is less than 50% full of dirty dishes) when roommates clean their own or others' dishes. As the control, I will be washing all of my own dishes, but not of others (reverting to level 1 consideration).  Timeline before Aims are evaluated: next three weeks, before we get a new roommate.

Alternate approach and strategies
If none of the aims proposed are viable, this blog post is a mechanism to get external ideas on motivating a team. In the case of observer's effect (i.e. the roommates read this post), us suffering intellectuals will be able to actually treat the matter with some sort of importance by discussing it for a change.

Feedback on background, absent hypothesis, and experimental design is welcome.


Monday, August 12, 2013

What is meant to be

It's so hard to
Resist the narratives sold to us
We keep buying
And buying
And buying
Until we've got nothing left
But what we were
Meant to have
To help build
The narrative
That is meant to be


Friday, June 28, 2013

Love and Truth

Seeking the truth
Soothes my soul
As a blue sky does
A cold grey mourning

Succumbing to love
No matter what
Sets my purpose
Each new day dawning