Friday, April 9, 2010

Stay Hungry... Stay foolish...



A long time back I had read the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered to the graduating batch of 2005 at Stanford University.

The speech had a great influence on me not only because of its message but in its simple yet emphatic way that it delivered those messages...Thought would share with you the content of the speech . Find the same produced here in toto...


"I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.



The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry... Stay Foolish...

Thank you all very much."







Monday, April 5, 2010

Bounty of Tolerance

This whole year has been quite turbulent for the city of Hyderabad; what with the 'T' issue raising its malignant head every now and then, and now the recent disharmony leading to curfew and disruption of normal life resulting out of few intolerance and large amount of petty politics...




In an era when we challenge the league of nations in becoming the next superpower, when India and Indians the world over has become synonymous with such words like success and achievement; such an incident not only paints a sorry pictures of us as a nation living in the Stone Age but also gives us enough food for thought of understanding the real miasm behind the malady...

Tolerance, they say, comes with a society in which each community is aware and sensitive to each other and has weathered harsh time with perseverance and fortitude together to emerge as a mature society and hence gains among other bounties the bounty of tolerance...

I still remember as kid we used to listen to my mom and uncle (especially my younger maternal uncle) who used to recount the turbulent times post independence when there was rampant rioting and unrest... Many of grandma's relative had decide to move to the 'New found Land' (either East or West Pakistan) and were hurt, disappointed and dismayed that my grandpa chose to stay over in the country of his birth and not the country of his 'faith'...

My grandpa was a Deputy Superintendent of Police with the newly formed government... His work took him far and wide in to pockets of trouble within the state to restore law and order... This vocation of his kept him mostly away from home... As the the children were growing up, my grandpa built a house in Cuttack (the house built on a patch of land near my great grandpa's house) where my mom and her sibling grew up...

Rampant communal tension and riots used to break out those days over petty issues and people no matter on whichever side, used to live in perpetual fear of rioting and large scale looting...

Of the many incident that my mother recounted, the account which remains etched in my memory till date was as follows:

It was early 50's and there was a large scale rioting and civil unrest in the city resulting out of some miscreant throwing stones at the religious shrine of other community; rioter from both communities were on the rampage killing each other as if there is no tomorrow and this was their judgment day... With situation growing worse, my grandma alone with 4 kids decided to take refuge in one of our family friend's house close by as rioters reached each area and tried to identify members belonging to the opposite community through local help...

This family friend of ours (whom we fondly called as Mousa meaning uncle in Oriya) was a well renowned public figure in Orissa being an eminent educationist and intellectual of our state.. he also was a puritan Brahmin belonging to the lineage of the pandas ( personal servants of Lord Jagganath)... He provided shelter to the distraught family and assured them of their safety...

That's when a group of hooligans knocked on his door... They had gone up to the house and finding it empty had wrecked havoc with the furniture and belongings in their frustration... Some veiled voice told them that they have taken shelter in the aforesaid gentleman's house...

The mad mob came hurtling towards the gentleman's house... Loud banging could be heard on the front door... The old lady and her kids were mortified with fear and awaited their end...

Everybody in the house panicked.. But our family friend was unmoved and reassured all that everything would be fine...

With such confidence he marched to the front door... He towered over others with authority and asked in a gruff voice " what is it?".... The mob receded a bit knowing him previously and respecting him for his stature and personality...

" we were looking for the family from the other community... we know that they are taking shelter in your house... being a devout brahmin that you are, we request you to hand over them to us... you will be doing a great service to your community..."

" No way would I hand over even a single person to you" thundered the usually calm and composed gentleman... They have taken shelter in my house and for them I am their saviour... Our religion teaches to save those who come to your refuge with all you have... So shall I... If you have to get them, you have to walk over my dead body and get to them" said Mousa almost charged and roaring... " Now if any of you have the guts to kill me, come forward..." He roared like a lion..

The motley mob looked at each other and finding them selves speechless, dispersed and melted in to the streets of Cuttack sheepishly...

The gentleman then requested my grandma and her family to stay as long as they wanted and after many days drove them himself to the Police Colony where her brother was working...

Till date both family keep in touch with each other and come Eid or Diwali we would go to Mausi's (Mausa is no longer alive and passed away when we were kids) house and would get sweet, snacks and Eidi from her... Both the family attend each others wedding and the kids touch the feet of the elders whenever they meet each other (much to the astonishment of people from both the communities)

Such was the example of non-partisanship, secularism and belief in the good of humanity that our previous generations had.. With progressing time, it is expected that we would be notches higher and better than they were and show more of those quality with a universal spirit of compassion...

True we may have achieved those quality theoretically but when put to test such virtues crumble in the face of adversity... Hyderabad may be an indication for us all to introspect and strengthen these values in ourselves.. Only then can we hope to stand united and expect to expose the narrow divisive politics behind such act and hope to cleanse our system..


Let my great country awake.....