Creativity , the heck ?

If you are failing to put your idea/thought/experience out there to be ridiculed as audacious

If you are failing to put your idea/thought/experience out there to be dismissed as infeasible

If you are failing to put your idea/thought/experience out there to be ignored as unoriginal

If you are failing to put your idea/thought/experience out there to be chided as nonconformist

then,you should seriously ask yourself why you are in the pursuit of anything creative ?

Creativity,starts by putting it out there ( to be ridiculed,dismissed,ignored and chided) and continuing to repeat it .

 

 

 

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Winning

earth

The most authentic of human pursuit is not victory

it is, struggle

We touched down on the earth not to conquer it

but to survive,fail,evolve,adapt,co-exist and then continue to our fleshly demise

it was all going fine

until winning came along

Going live

 

When there are no more bugs that need to triaged out as “no one will use it this way”

When there are no more end users who need convincing that “this is what it is and will be”

When there are no more apolitical voices to be ignored

When there are no more features left to turn into enhancement requests for future releases

When there are no more feasible workarounds left with the legacy product

Meet me there, because that is when, it will be time to “Go-Live”

 

 

Attention span

The greatest threat to the world of software development is not bad testing , lack of agile practices or poor customer insights . Rather ,it is , overburdened senior leadership teams who can not pay attention for more than 12 seconds without either glazing over or interrupting the speaker

Praise vs Recognition

Swing

“look papa,no hands”

“woohoo i did it dad”

“look ,look….it works now”

one of the most heart warming moments as a parent are moments like these,where my child achieved something that i thought they were not capable of.

as throbbing beings,we are naturally wired to be curious,to seek our limits and push them

and when we go past our limits we also naturally crave artefacts that reflect an appreciation of our feats.

is it praise that our children seek ? or recognition ?

praise,from my viewpoint,is vindication. Is confirmation of the stupendity of their efforts .

“way to go Etaash!!!! ”

“well done Ajooni,keep it up ☺ ”

i suspect that this is something that they are smart enough to know . it aint trivial Dad. i know i am good papa,huff.

what i feel really spurs children on is ,recognition .

recognition of the odds that they beat,the problem solving process that they applied,their collaboration with their siblings to achieve a common goal,a new personal precedent that they set

“wow Ajooni how did you do it !?”

“that is perfect balance dear Etaash,i can never do it myself”

“i have never seen that before,teach me how you fixed it! pleeeeaseeee!”

Praise is fleeting.

Timely,authentic and frequent recognition lasts.It leads to more,something new.

With kids and at our workplace.

The three

were friends

dwelled together

but lived different lives

and different deaths

The turbulent one,dig up some else’s grave and decorated her tomb with the spoils.

She wanders the tombstones for new spoils

The peaceful one,dig her own grave,didnt yearn a tomb and gave away her spoils.

She mendicants in the living world

The intoxicated one,celebrating her own spoils,fell into someone else’s grave.

She lived some one else’s death

witches

The 1 rupee note

School,during lunch hour

Every day ,boring home food

Depressing dry sandwiches

Felt a burden,carrying them in my school bag,

Felt a drag,against the sweat whiff of fried “bread pakoras” from the school canteen

Bread pakora

Until one day

My mother went ill ,she couldnt pack lunch

She gave me a crisp 1 rupee note, that looked like this

One-Rupee-note

It sent a surge of joy through my veins, b ecause now I could attain joy

No more depressing dry sandwiches to carry

Walked into the school , with a bloated chest

I had the 1 rupee note, I had joy

Could hardly wait

For the  luncheon gong

It went off, I went off

Shot to canteen,first in line

To savor the “bread pakora”

Secretly wishing mother doesn’t get well soon

Because I could have another 1 rupee note

 

 

 

 

 

feel like giving up ?

There IS NO easier option ,

other options just look easier from the outside .

The guy whom you see fishing and chilling on the beach every day, is depressed with his life so much that he is going to shoot himself in his beach chair one day

Point ,being, that all jobs are “ordinary” ,

until you bring your hard-work,emotions,empathy,skills and care to it , to pummel the “jobness” out of whatever that you do.

P.S. <Paraphrased from my thoughts shared with an esteemed ex-colleague>