Sunday, March 25, 2012

A Passage to India

From chillin' in rooftop bars in Connaught Place to practicing our Bollywood jumps at Lodi Gardens... And cultural excursions like a Sufi concert at Humayun's Tomb to Indian Ocean adventures in Goa... Our time with Susan, Linda, and Michael earlier this month was incredible.  There's nothing like adventures with old friends to make you fall in love with India all over again...  














Thanks for the pics, Susan!!


Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The 21 Day Challenge

My college roommate, Annie, shared an inspiring TEDx talk on happiness and success by Shawn Achor (leading Tyler and I to watch a series of other great TED talks, another good one being Dan Gilbert's talk on how poor humans are at understanding what will make us happy).

Shawn discusses (in an extremely humorous way) how 90% of long-term happiness is not based on the external world, but how our mind processes the external world.  He discusses his surprise as an undergrad at Harvard, how few students were happy; how the initial happiness of getting in wears out within two weeks, replaced by anxiety and stress. 

He revisits the traditional equation that first, we have to be successful; then we become happy.  He cites a "happiness advantage" whereby if we can get our minds to be happy in the present, then we become more successful.

But unlike other TED talks that end at bringing up thought-provoking ideas, Shawn gives a toolkit for rewiring your brain for a lasting positive change.  Done for 21 days in a row, he posits that these tools can train your brain to be more positive:
1) Gratitude: find 3 new things each day to be grateful for 
2) Journaling: write about one positive experience in the last 24 hours
3) Exercise
4) Meditation
5) Random or conscious acts of kindness, e.g. thanking or praising someone

Hence, the 21 Day Challenge!  His words make sense to me, so I figured I'd give it a try!  I started yesterday; stay tuned on April 2nd and let's see!!


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Just about recovered...

So I may have finally officially outgrown birthday month, but it was still an incredible long birthday weekend!!  One of my college friends posted on Facebook: "Hope your birthday is filled with lots of love, fun, and friends!"  With Tyler, Susan, Linda, and Michael at our hobbit-cave beach house in Goa, that would be check, check, and check!

We've had our share of Goa adventures, but this was truly unique.  A "house" built into a cave on a small cliff overlooking the Indian Ocean... our front lawn was the Arabian Sea and our "kitchen/living room/den" was Curlie's, an incredible beach shack we basically lived in over three days.  We learned our routine well: roll out of bed and into to the beach shack for "breakfast"; then to the lounge chairs until it was time for some swimming (and chicken fights); back to the lounge chairs, this time with bloody mary's/pina coladas/rum poured into open coconuts; freshen up; fun drinks (or Scrabble!) at the house; dinner; drinks... Repeat.

Some pics from the weekend:





...Launching into 33!!!!


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Another year older and wiser

There is no shortage of noises each morning here in India.  Vegetable-wallas ride their bicycle carts each morning wailing "tomaters!! pyaaz!! (onion)" as though his life depended on it.  Garbage-wallas collect garbage, and of course the fruit guys compete with the vegetable guys (almost like a sing-off).

But by far my favorite is the paper-walla yelling something that sounds an awful lot like: "Happy biiiiiiiirthday!!  Happy biiiiiiiirthday!!"


Needless to say, a fun soundtrack to your morning when it actually is your birthday!!

And as if on cue, now there's a band outside (yes, it's 10:11 in the morning)... potentially a wedding or perhaps a religious ceremony... there's singing, drums, hand clapping, some dancing... what a happy morning!!

...leading to an exciting evening!!  I head to Goa tonight with Tyler, Susan, Linda, and Michael!  Aren't birthdays incredible??


Monday, March 5, 2012

The Good Life

While I realize this is truly nerdy to say, one of the best parts about Tyler going to business school is that I get to take classes again, through his experiences (and textbooks... and we all know how much I love my textbooks!!)  Who needs to wait until September?

In preparation for business school, Tyler ordered a few books from Amazon that Michael brought over to India this past weekend.  One is Mark Albion's More Than Money: Questions Every MBA Needs to Answer.  Skimming through it over lunch, I couldn't put it down.  As a b-school student, I've heard Mark speak quite a few times, so I knew it would be inspirational...but I didn't expect it to still resonate as much as it did -- even five years later.

He starts by likening admission to a top-tier MBA program as a lucky lottery ticket... what are you going to do with it?  He then proceeds with a discussion on risk:

"What are the "riskiest" choices?  Those that don't allow you to become the person you want to be, to live your life full measure.  Survey results of the general population confirm that people's biggest fear is neither death (which ranks third) nor public speaking (second), but "failing to live a meaningful life."  That's our greatest fear, our biggest risk.  And it all begins with not living your life."

He continues:

"I fear not living my life.  I fear looking in the mirror and not liking what I see.  I fear not having the right regrets.  I fear not being the best me, of dying with my music still inside.  Whenever I ask myself: "If I do this, what's the worst that could happen? it's rarely worse than not living my life out loud.

"Of not having the right regrets..." -- I like that.  Certainly something to ponder in each of our lives.

His definition of "a good business" certainly resonated: "A good business uplifts the human spirit and helps alleviate poverty and suffering on the planet."  Of course, this does not merely mean social enterprises.  Think of Apple and how much the company has been able to uplift the human spirit through its creativity and products.  Going further, a social enterprise does not necessarily fit this description either... if the culture of such an enterprise is soul-destroying for its employees (I remember a Katzenbach colleague discussing how important the work we did was, as "organizational dysfunction leads to personal misery.")

As we gear up to move back to NYC, it occurs to me that this is a good test for any future job: Is this a business that uplifts the human spirit?

As I re-read Mark Albion's parable on "The Good Life", I can't help but think that our lives are pretty good now: we travel to exotic locations, learn foreign langages... I work flexible hours from home, and we have a blast entertaining old friends when they're in town (like this past weekend!!).  I think about the challenging career up ahead that I'm sure to have in NYC, one that maximizes professional/personal options and possibilities, while building a hefty retirement nest egg... All so that when we're 65 or 70 years old, we can... travel to exotic locations, learn foreign languages, work flexible hours from home, and have a blast entertaining old friends when they're in town...

Hmm....  




Vipassana and... advertising??

One of the effects of Vipassana is that you begin to see how applicable it is to so many aspects of life.  But I was quite surprised in seeing its linkages to advertising in a Slate article this morning.

First, some background:
While Vipassana is not big on theory (focusing instead on practice), at its essence, it is about how our mind fundamentally responds to sensations in the body.  Therefore, it is not the new car that makes us happy, but rather the sensation of how that makes us feel, which brings happiness.  Thus the never-ending pursuit of happiness, or rather, the sensation that brings about this happiness (a Yale psychology professor states the two paths of happiness are: (1) constantly doing something different to appeal to this aspect of our mind; or (2) focus on different pursuits of happiness, e.g. family rather than material objects).

In this same line, a really interesting article in Slate on how habits are formed and what we can learn from the ad-man who literally made toothbrushing the habit it is today.

He talked about an experiment with a monkey, who received blackberry juice every time he identified shapes on a screen.  Once the monkey became used to this, the scientist adjusted the experiment.  Rather than receive the blackberry juice as soon as he identified the shapes, the monkey would receive it after a slight delay, or sometimes not at all.

When this happened, the monkey became angry and mopey.  "When the juice didn't arrive, that joy became a craving that, if unsatisfied, drove Julio to anger or depression."

So what's the link with toothpaste?  As the author describes:


Something similar, it turned out, was happening when people started using Pepsodent. About a decade after Pepsodent went on sale, competing toothpaste companies launched a massive project to figure out why it was such a success. Eventually they tripped over something interesting: the Pepsodent recipe.

Unlike other toothpastes of that period, Pepsodent contained citric acid, as well as doses of mint oil and other relatively exotic chemicals. Pepsodent’s inventor had used those ingredients to make his toothpaste taste minty and to make sure the paste wouldn't become gluey as it sat on shelves.
But those chemicals had another, unanticipated effect as well: They’re irritants that create a tingling sensation on the tongue and gums.
When researchers at competing companies started interviewing customers, they found that people said that if they forgot to use Pepsodent, they realized their mistake because they missed that cool, tingling sensation in their mouths. They expected—they craved—that slight irritation. If it wasn’t there, their mouths didn’t feel clean.
Claude Hopkins, it turns out, wasn’t selling beautiful teeth. He was selling a sensation. Once people craved that cool tingling—once they equated it with cleanliness—brushing became a habit. 

Interestingly, the Buddha would have to agree.


Friday, March 2, 2012

Never a dull morning

The garbage man just came to our house.  That is, he came with a small open cart and started yelling "garbage!" until he was let through the front gate.

I'm sitting outside next to where Tyler parks his motorcycle, for no good reason other than I started typing an email on my blackberry and it's extremely hard to type and carry your cappuccino at once.

All of a sudden an open box filled with garbage gets dropped outside an open window of our landlord's flat above, on the second floor.  Mid-air, garbage starts flying out... I'm not talking papers or other things you'd expect in an open box, but rather empty glass bottles of ketchup, beer, etc... not to mention old vegetables and gooey leftovers.  (Is this really an easier solution than coming downstairs with a garbage bag?)

Everything splatters about six inches from me.

Just when I started to forget why I don't spend more time outside...


Morning Coffee, Delhi-Style

So here's the thing with day-to-day life in India.  Everything takes longer than it should.  And contrary to what we actually see in our work with dynamic entrepreneurs, day-to-day it feels like no one wants your business.

Take this morning.  Being Friday, I decide to splurge on a cappuccino to help me get through the final push on the report I'm working on around private sector innovations in maternal health.

I head to Costa, perhaps the fanciest coffee place in Delhi that does not involve hookas.  It's 9:50am and I know from the Harvard interview I recently conducted there that it opens at 9:30am.

Except when it doesn't.  Like today.

"We open at 10am.  Please have a seat."

"But you always open at 9:30."

"Today we open at 10 o'clock."

Of course.

"Please have a seat."

"That's okay, I prefer to stand."

I wait (standing), all of ten seconds, when the woman I was just speaking with suddenly appears behind the register and asks what I want.  Meanwhile, all the others rush to make my cappuccino.

(That's the other thing about India.  It makes people extremely uncomfortable if you just stand there.)

You'd think I'd be happy but Tyler and I can never let the inconsistency go.

"What changed?" I ask.

My question (in both English and Hindi) gets ignored.

Starbucks is sure to make a killing here when it enters the market this summer.


Thursday, March 1, 2012

Here comes the sun

It's an undeniable first sign of spring here: the street dogs no longer have their coats on.

Every winter, somewhat mysteriously, all the street dogs get clothed in warm doggie jackets.  It's always funny seeing their reactions... you can almost make out some saying, "Someone loves me, I have a jacket on,"... while others wearing somewhat ridiculous versions (e.g. a human sweatshirt that does not fit) say: "What are you looking at?!"  Still others chew their jackets to bits and then seem somewhat remorseful at the end.  We gather it must be an NGO looking out for the street dogs in Delhi.

Walking around in Khan Market today, dozens of dogs are now naked, basking in the sun -- whether that happens to be in the middle of the street or right in front of a store door.

Delhi just feels happier in warmer weather, as though it's emerged from its own hibernation of solitude.  The outdoor cafes of Khan Market are crowded, and cultural festivals such as this weekend's Sufi festival at Humayn's tomb abound (picture the outdoor music festivals at Central Park, but this one is at a UNESCO World Heritage site that was built in the 1500s).

We joke that there are only about two months each year where Delhi's weather is perfect... its unique geographic situation makes it such that Delhi is absolutely boiling in the summer (110 degrees is unfortunately quite common)... and surprisingly frigid in the winter (exacerbated by no insulation or heaters).  What's crazy is just how fast this change happens.  We literally went from using the heater at night two weeks ago, to last week wanting to turn on the air conditioner (and settling for the fan instead).  So much for any gradual transitions!

This year, rather than complain at how soon monsoon season will start, we're just enjoying it while we still can.