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Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Ram Charan - Most influential consultant alive

The strange existence of Ram Charan
What he does is hard to describe. But the most powerful CEOs love it enough to keep him on the road 24/7 and make him the most influential consultant alive. Fortune's David Whitford reports.
David Whitford, Fortune writer
April 24 2007: 9:12 AM EDT

(Fortune Magazine) -- The Al Manzil Hotel in Dubai has been open for business all of 18 days on the Saturday night in January that I show up with Ram Charan. The lobby is strangely quiet; there doesn't seem to be anybody else staying here. The surrounding neighborhood is called Old Town, but in fact it's a construction site from which are rising what will one day be the world's tallest skyscraper and the world's biggest mall. Soulless and kind of creepy, I'm thinking, but Charan's thoughts are elsewhere.
Already he has claimed an overstuffed chair in the center of the lobby and is talking on the phone. After 12 hours of isolation on the flight from J.F.K., Charan is back in business, deep in private conversation with a client in New York City. He looks tired, and no wonder. He began his day with a 4 A.M. Friday wake-up call in Richmond (he did a Squawk Box live remote on CNBC), and he has a head cold. But he is in no hurry to go to bed. Charan doesn't care what time it is. He doesn't care what day of the week it is. And the last thing he cares about is where he is. As long as Charan is with a client - or can get one on the phone - he's home.


Thirty years ago this month, Ram Charan (pronounced "Rahm Scha-RON") quit a tenured professorship at Boston University to devote himself full-time to consulting. Today he's alone at the top of his profession - not a consultant so much as a guru, a corporate sage, with unparalleled access to boardrooms across the globe and intimate, enduring relationships with an array of powerful CEOs.
Among them: Jack Welch, formerly of GE (Charts, Fortune 500), who says of Charan, "He has this rare ability to distill meaningful from meaningless and transfer it to others in a quiet, effective way without destroying confidences"; Dick Harrington of Thomson Corp. (Charts) ("He probably knows more about corporate America than anybody"); and Verizon's (Charts, Fortune 500) Ivan Seidenberg ("I love him. He's my secret weapon"). "He's like your conscience," says former Citicorp CEO John Reed. "Just when you sort of think you have everything done and you're feeling pretty good about yourself, he calls you up and says, 'Hey, Reed, did you do this and that and the other?'"
There's another aspect of Charan, not unrelated to his success, that sets him apart from his peers, if not the whole human race: what Jack Krol calls Charan's "strange existence." "When I was chairman and CEO of DuPont," says Krol, "he'd show up at the house Sunday morning at nine, and we might spend three or four hours, and all of a sudden he'd disappear. He would go anywhere at any time that you asked him to meet with you. Business is his whole life."
That sounds like an exaggeration, but it's not. Having uploaded himself into the global economy, Charan circulates, continuously, with something like the speed and efficiency of capital. Consider the itinerary he sketched at dinner one night a few months ago in New York. He had just agreed - for the first time in his career -to let a journalist travel with him and watch him work. "I should tell you where I've been the last few weeks," he began in heavily accented English. "I go to India on the Friday of the week before Thanksgiving. I am Sunday morning in Bombay. Monday morning I am in Delhi. Wednesday I'm in Bombay. Thursday I'm in Bangalore. Saturday I'm in Trivandrum. Wednesday I'm in Johannesburg. Friday morning, at seven, I am in New York. I have a two-hour meeting with a CEO who has flown in to see me. I have two more meetings and I fly out that night to Dubai. I am in Dubai on Sunday and Monday, then I come back here. On Thursday night I fly out to Jubail, Saudi Arabia. Then I come back here. Tuesday morning I have a whole-day schedule in New York. Tuesday night I go to Milwaukee. I came from Milwaukee last night. They diverted my plane so I had to stay in Pittsburgh. I had a meeting this morning in Philadelphia. I had three meetings here in the afternoon. And I'm here tomorrow, with GE. Then an hour-and-a-half phone call. Then I'm going out tomorrow night to West Palm Beach. Monday morning I have a breakfast meeting in New York. And then I'm flying out to Perth, Australia." At least he flies first-class.
Now consider what comes next: more of the same. Charan never stops. He sleeps in a hotel every night ("Professor Charan, welcome home," is how the doorman greets him at the Waldorf on Park Avenue), except when he's sleeping on a plane or, rarely, in someone's house, which can happen when a client takes pity on him. "I got in the habit of having him over for Christmas because he had no place to go," says Reed. "He was going to sit in a hotel room. That's hardly right."
Before he was a consultant, Charan lived in dormitories. Before he was a professor and a student, he lived in YMCAs. Now he doesn't live anywhere. Charan's one nod to a conventional rooted life is the office he rents on North Central Expressway in Dallas (that's the address on his passport - he is a U.S. citizen), but he can't tell you anything about it because he's never been there.
"I really thought the two ladies I interviewed with six years ago were just yanking my chain," says Cynthia Burr, who manages Charan's hideous schedule. "I said, 'Where does he keep his stuff? Everybody has stuff.' It's really hard to wrap your arms around something like that, but it's true."
Three days a week - on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday - Burr and a colleague pack a cardboard box with shirts, underwear, and socks, perhaps a clean suit (there is a tailor at Neiman Marcus who has Charan's measurements on file), and maybe a V-neck sweater or a pair of khaki pants. They toss in toothpaste, razors, shampoo, a shined pair of 9½ EEEE shoes, whatever he needs ("He doesn't buy anything himself," says Burr), and send it by FedEx to Charan's hotel, wherever that may be. The box comes back two days later filled with dirty laundry.
Charan doesn't own a car because he never learned how to drive, and besides, where would he keep it? A plane, perhaps? With a day rate that clients say can top $20,000, he could afford one. "If I was Ram, the one thing I'd have is one hell of a nice plane," says his friend Bill Conaty, senior VP for human resources at GE. But Charan is not Conaty. "I use the time sitting in the terminal," he says. "I have never missed an appointment in my life. I don't want to get lost in this private-plane business." (He does regret, however, not accepting an offer from American Airlines in the 1970s to buy a lifetime first-class upgrade for $100,000.)
He trundles through airports pulling a mismatched pair of black canvas rollers, one held together with maroon duct tape. His watch is a Timex. Given all the hours he spends in transit and his lifelong passion for the Indian vocalist Lata Mangeshkar, I suggested once that he might enjoy an iPod. The idea seemed to upset him: "No, I don't do that, I couldn't do it. Would just distract me. Music can make you very sentimental. Couldn't do it."
Have I mentioned that Charan has never married? That he has no children? And still I haven't come to possibly the most peculiar aspect of his personality. I mean that which sets him apart from virtually every person he comes in contact with, none more so than his overachieving CEO clients: Charan has no goals. He never set out to become a globetrotting consultant, any more than he dreamed of attending Harvard Business School, or becoming a professor, or even so much as one day earning a living beyond the small city in India where he was born.


Charan's weird and wonderful life is an unintended byproduct of dedication, he insists. Dedication to learning and teaching and service, to the whole set of Hindu virtues embodied by one of Charan's favorite phrases, "Purpose before self." "People used to ask me, What is your ambition?" says Charan, who turned 67 this past Christmas. "I say I have none. My dedication is going to take me where I'm going to be."
"Tell me his three God's gifts"
Charan follows his driver out the door of the hotel in Dubai on Sunday morning. "We'll see how it goes," he says, then sneezes. "The nose is not running." With that he's off to an all-day meeting at Emaar Properties, the Persian Gulf behemoth that's developing both the skyscraper and the mall. The limo zooms along on newly built freeways, past a string of galloping mounted camels at Dubai's Nad Al Sheba racetrack, through a dusty desert landscape cluttered with cranes, cement mixers, and rebar. ("Look at all that skyline," Charan murmurs.)
Once inside the gated Emaar compound, he is led upstairs to a conference room overlooking a vivid green golf course. Tom Bartridge, Emaar's American HR director (who thinks "Ram" rhymes with "bam"), is here waiting, and after a few moments V.K. Gomber, strategic advisor to the chairman, walks in. Charan shakes hands all around ("V.K., good morning, sir, how are you?"), says yes, thank you, he'll have tea, then heads to the whiteboard.
Ten-year-old Emaar is growing like crazy in the Persian Gulf, in South Asia, and with its recent acquisition of California builder John Laing Homes, in the U.S. Its top challenge now, in Gomber's view, is execution. Can Emaar capitalize on the marvelous opportunities before it? That's largely a people question, Gomber believes, and therefore people will be the focus of Charan's work with Emaar's management team in the months to come. (Charan is flying back to New York tonight but will return to Dubai for a total of 22 days in 2007.)
"Can we bring up the maximum number of people within the organization," says Gomber, "or can we go through the networking that [Charan] has and go outside the organization and identify people? If we can get such people, I think the money is well spent."
For the next five hours Charan walks his charges through a detailed analysis and discussion of Emaar's draft succession-planning template. "A leader who does not produce leaders is not a great leader," he says. "If you agree, I'd like to put that in." (Gomber nods.) Charan is trying to help Emaar construct a document that will help its managers discern in others what he calls "natural talents," or "God's gifts." "Each of us has to be the best calibrator of natural talent of the people who work with us," he says. "What are the three to five most crucial natural-talent items that each person has? It has to be specific" - he taps the whiteboard for emphasis - "and very clear" - tap - "and repeatable" -tap!
"By the way," says Charan, "the last time I talked about Steve Jobs, remember? I've now verified from two directors of Apple, and they say it's right on the button." Gomber and Bartridge perk up their ears. "I asked, Well, tell me his three God's gifts. And they think about it, and they say first thing, this human being has a talent to figure out what the consumer really wants. This is a very valuable thing! No. 2, he has the will and the talent to find - no matter where it is! - the right technology that will deliver what they want. Nobody said he invented one! And third, he has the talent to create demand at the right time. I say, Where do you find those human beings? But he is one."
Throughout the afternoon Charan discreetly shares from his store of anecdotes. For example, the time he was sitting in Andy Grove's cubicle sometime in the late '70s when Grove got a call from a Tektronix (Charts) engineer who wanted to work at Intel (Charts, Fortune 500) and was willing to take a 10% pay cut. "And they were a $200 million company at the time," says Charan, "very small. Tektronix was $5 billion. That's brand!" GE has a similarly powerful brand, says Charan. So does P&G (Charts, Fortune 500). So can Emaar, is the idea.
I don't care if I flunk
Later that evening I meet Charan for dinner back at the hotel. Western music plays softly, disconcertingly, in the background. (Eric Clapton, John Lee Hooker, and a cover by someone I can't place of Lowell George's highway traveler's classic, "Willin'" - "I been from Tucson to Tucumcari, Tehachapi to Tonopah.") Charan has a plane to catch at 2 A.M. He has three appointments in New York starting at 9:30 Monday morning. Monday night he flies to Madrid, Tuesday night to Frankfurt, Wednesday morning to Miami. After that, he doesn't know.
Our waitress is a guest worker from India, one of many now in Dubai. "May I call you beti?" Charan asks politely. She nods, blushing at the portly gentleman seated before her, with his backswept gray-streaked hair, smooth round face, and sparkling eyes. "It's an Indian custom," Charan explains after she leaves. "I took her permission first. I may not in India. Even though she has never met me, and I address her as beti" - "daughter" in Hindi -"it's like I am telling her that you will be treated like my own daughter. All threats are out. You see the face changing right away."
Charan's roots are in a small city near Delhi in the north Indian state of Uttar Pradesh. (I can't say which city because Charan has relatives there and worries about kidnapping.) His family (he is the sixth of seven children) lived on the second floor of a two-story house they shared with his uncle's family. Together they were 17 people under one roof. "And then a portion to keep the cows," says Charan. "I personally took the cow dung and made patties out of that for burning in Mother's stove. We cut the fodder in the fodder machine for the cows. My brothers and my uncle did the milking." While they had everything they needed to survive, they had no more than that. No plumbing, no electricity, no luxuries of any kind. The children pumped water from a well. They did their nightly homework on the floor in a flickering circle of light from a mustard-oil lamp.
There was intense fighting between Hindus and Muslims in Charan's city during the struggle for Indian independence. He remembers when he was 7 years old in 1947, watching from the roof of his home as flames destroyed the cloth shop belonging to his father and uncle. After the fire the brothers started over with a shoe shop. Charan was in the shop every morning before school to help open and every afternoon after school until closing. He counted the rupees in the till at the end of the day, inspiring a lifelong appreciation for the "blood" of business. ("Any company I go to, the first thing I check is cash. How's your cash? Where's your cash flow? No blood, you got a problem right away.")
In the lulls between customers, Charan studied. Using a system of his own devising, he condensed onto a single unlined page the essence of what he had learned that day in each subject. (Today he provides similar one-page summaries for his CEO clients.) "Am I going to get good grades?" he would ask himself, knowing there was only one right answer. "Am I the master of this subject?" He knew from Sanskrit teachings that "fear, anger, laziness - these are the downfalls of human beings"; that peace of mind alone is worth striving for; that dedication and mastery are their own rewards.
One by one, most of the older children left school to work in the family business. Charan was an exception. His teachers visited the shop to beg his parents to let him continue his education. At 15, he enrolled as an engineering student at the elite Banaras University in Varanasi, a 250-mile train ride away. He was two years younger than his classmates, a humble member of the trading caste surrounded by "students whose fathers were big business people." He kept quiet because he was self-conscious about his "lousy English." He excelled, graduating third in his class. "Oh, incredible growth!" is how he describes those years. "Incredible learning!"
After college Charan was invited to participate in a work exchange program in Australia. His grandmother pawned her jewelry to buy him a plane ticket. (Charan recorded that debt, together with every cent his family spent on his education, and paid it back within a year. "This is a return of capital," he wrote on the note accompanying final payment.) Charan ran into a problem at the passport office. The application asked for his first and last names. Like most provincial Indians, Charan didn't use a family name. So he split his one name in two, and Ramcharan became Ram Charan.
It was winter when Charan arrived in Sydney. He had never been so cold in his life. A kind woman in the placement office at the University of New South Wales arranged some interviews, but job offers were hard to come by. You can always try gardening, she said. "I'll do that," Charan said. "But I can't go home because I don't have any money."
Finally he found a job as a draftsman at a utility company. He worked days and attended classes at night. Charan soon attracted the attention of his bosses, one of whom invited him one day to his office. Did Charan have any questions he wanted to ask? As a matter of fact, Charan did. He had been studying the financial statements in his spare time, attentive as always to cash flow, and had concluded that the company was borrowing money to pay its dividend. Was this true? Charan's boss was sure it was not. Until he checked with the CFO. Oops. The young Indian's standing rose accordingly.
Encouraged by his bosses, Charan left Australia after four years to attend Harvard Business School. MBA students in the early 1960s had to read and be prepared to discuss as many as three case studies a day, six days a week. One of Charan's more practical section mates suggested they divide the cases, then get together every night to share notes. "I'm not going to do that," Charan said. "I'm spending my own money. I don't care if I flunk. If I learn something, I'll succeed." Charan did not flunk. He completed all the reading and, as was his habit, summarized the notes for each case on a single sheet of paper, which he brought to class for reference during the discussion.
His roommate, Boston real estate developer John Joyce, remembers seeing Charan's grades at the end of the first trimester second year, when Charan took advanced statistics, a class normally reserved for doctoral candidates. "They were all distinction-pluses," says Joyce. "Kind of a stunning achievement."
While at Harvard, Charan worked summers for a gas company in Honolulu. Again, he took it upon himself to study the books, and again he discovered a looming problem with the dividend. This time his boss asked him to solve it. Charan came back six weeks later. "The pressures in the pipes between 10 P.M. and 4 A.M. are too high," he reported. "You take them down, and your gas leakage will go down, and you will make the dividend."
Charan knew this because he had been down to the plant in the middle of the night and read the gauges. He had also noticed that the man in charge of production was not talking to the man in charge of distribution; hence the leakage. In other words, he combined financial acuity with engineering know-how and an eye for the role played by interpersonal relationships to solve a vexing problem. Charan says now, "That's where this whole consulting thing really began."
Charan graduated in the top 3% of his class, a Baker Scholar with high distinction. He stayed to earn a doctoral degree, then joined the faculty. His students nominated him for a best-teacher award, an award he later won at Northwestern. But Charan never excelled at the academic research that leads to tenure at a top-tier school. He was interested more in cause and effect than statistical correlation. His aims were practical: How can I solve this problem? How can I help this person? This company? He began taking on more and more consulting gigs. Most B-school professors consult on the side; in Charan's case, it was his calling. Within a year of arriving at BU, having finally achieved tenure, he concluded, "This is not for me," and stepped into the void. He rented an office in Dallas, in part, he says, because the climate reminded him of India, but really for its central location. Not that he's ever there.
"Don't you ever, ever do that again"
What does Charan really deliver? Some people wonder about that. He is very good at unpacking complexity, at paring business challenges down to their essential elements, often with reference to lessons he learned years ago in the family shoe store. "I've been around Mike Porter and Gary Hamel and every strategy guy in the world," says University of Michigan business professor and Charan friend Noel Tichy. "Many of them get into this look-how-smart-I-am mode. You will never see that with Charan." If you're V.K. Gomber ("I am a strong believer that the businesses are simple"), you value that quality.
But there is a line between simple and simplistic, and some have questioned which side Charan stands on. Skeptics liken him to Chauncey Gardiner, the simple-minded hero of the 1979 film classic Being There, who gets a lot of mileage out of utterances such as "First comes spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter. And then we get spring and summer again."
If Charan is a fake he is an amazingly successful one. What defines his career, even more than the quality of his client roster, is its stability. This is his 37th year working for GE, his 33rd for DuPont. He worked with John Snow for 15 years before Snow left CSX (Charts, Fortune 500) for the Treasury Department; he has been with Ivan Seidenberg at least 20 years, and with former West Virginia Governor Gaston Caperton more than 30 years. Caperton met Charan at a Young Presidents' Organization (YPO) function in the mid-1970s and has been huddling with him ever since.
That is, through the sale of Caperton's once-tiny insurance company in the early 1990s after it had grown to become the tenth-largest privately held brokerage in the country; through Caperton's two terms as governor, during which Charan led talks with business, government, and union leaders on developing an economic strategy for the state; and now in his job as CEO of the College Board. "He's helped me in business, in government, and in the nonprofit," says Caperton.
One of the reasons people keep coming back is Charan's extraordinary devotion to his work. Years ago Charan was leading a workshop at Crotonville, GE's training center in Ossining, N.Y. It was after the merger with RCA in 1987. The employees were mixing for the first time, and things were a little tense. One of the GE guys found out that it was the birthday of one of the RCA guys and hired a belly dancer to mark the occasion. "The dance was just before lunch," says Jim Noel, formerly of GE, now a consultant. "She came in, did her little thing, and left. As we were walking to lunch, Charan came up to me and said, 'Jim,' and he was really serious--at first I thought he was joking. He said, 'Don't you ever, ever, ever do anything like that again.' And these were his exact words: 'Don't you ever defile the classroom in that way.'"
He's like a monk, suggests Caperton. Or a missionary, says John Mahaney, his editor at Crown Business (Charan has written 11 books on management; see "Charan in Print"). GE's Conaty jokes that while his company has extremely high expectations of its employees, "we do allow people to get married. We do allow them to have kids. We actually allow them to live in homes - even multiple homes, once they make some money with us - and we do allow them vacations and most of their weekends off."
Charan, however, has no discernible personal life. One longtime collaborator has dinner with him whenever Charan is in town. Charan's friend's wife used to join them but stopped. "My wife got to the point where she couldn't stand it anymore, because Charan could not get out of talking about business." Does Charan ever laugh? "Probably," says someone who has spent hundreds of hours with him, "but I can't remember. I pull back from my own appreciation of irony in his presence."
Charan had triple-bypass heart surgery in 1999. After the operation he took it easy for 11 days, then went back to work. He couldn't fly for a while but that was fine - he loves trains. Most of his clients never knew he was sick. Welch, who has had his own bypass surgery, did know, and worried. "Ram, what the hell are you doing here?" he said when he saw him soon afterward. Charan, though pale, was dismissive. By then he had already been to Europe and back once.
"He isn't doing anything"
Generalizing about what Charan does for his clients is tricky, but that lack of definition paradoxically is at the heart of his success. His method is no method. He is wary of abstraction and belongs to no school of management theory. "Converting highfalutin ideas to the specifics of the company and the leader - that's the trick," he once confided to me in an elevator. "The other part is working backward to define what the need is, and then searching for what helps. Then you bring it to common sense, and common sense is very uncommon."
That means no ready-made solutions. Instead, Charan brings observation, curiosity, and care. He lets his clients decide how to use him. Sometimes all he does is ask the right question. "I remember the first time he came to see me," says Caperton. "We were driving to the airport in Charleston, W.Va., and he said to me, 'Why are you trying to grow this thing so fast?' I was sort of shocked by the question. Three weeks later my financial guy came to me and said, 'We don't have money to meet payroll.' Charan realized we were growing too fast, that's why he asked me that question. That was a much better way to teach me, wasn't it?"
Or he might teach others which questions to ask themselves. Nick Taubman and Garnett Smith heard Charan speak at a YPO event in 1978. Advance Auto Parts (Charts, Fortune 500) was not a big company at the time - fewer than 200 outlets, less than $200 million in sales - but Taubman, the president, and Smith, his operations guy, had big plans. As the company grew, Charan was always reminding them not to lose touch with the stores. ("You just can't allow this to happen!")
At Charan's suggestion they began hosting regular Tuesday meetings at headquarters in Greensboro, N.C. They'd fly in a handful of store managers from all over the country, put them in a room with the leaders from corporate, and run down a three-item agenda following a script devised by Charan: What unique thing happened in your store last week? What issues did you face that kept you from serving your customers better? How can we fix those issues right now? Says Smith: "He made sure as we grew that we didn't lose sight of what was really important."
When Bill Conaty moved to GE headquarters as senior VP for corporate human resources in 1993, he picked Charan to lead his new-leader assimilation program. Charan brought two dozen of Conaty's new reports to GE's guesthouse for six hours, asking them, What do you know about Bill? What do you want him to know about you? What advice do you have for him? Charan summarized the feedback for Conaty, then offered some of his own, then followed up repeatedly. "Charan really pushed me on the whole business-partnership piece," Conaty recalls, meaning no more HR initiatives for HR's sake, "and the function as a result is much more credible and visible in GE today than it was."
Ivan Seidenberg says he goes through cycles of change at Verizon, and so engages Charan in different ways. "For a while we were trying to figure out how to reengineer work," he says. "Another time we were looking to design new management programs to have people focus on a different way of thinking about running the business: How do you forge a growth culture, as opposed to one that's been focused on productivity for many years? New-product introduction - I talked to him about that. He always whips out this nice little pen he uses, real thin ink, and he starts drawing diagrams. He constantly is helping to provide depth to issues, not only answers. All of it is useful."
John Reed started working with Charan in 1990, before Citi's merger with Travelers. The stock was languishing, the company was struggling. "I knew what I wanted to do," says Reed, "but I wasn't 100% sure how to get it done. That's a big distinction if you're in business. A lot of consultants come in to tell you what you should be doing. This was not that. This was a question of how best to get it done."
Reed says, "Ram is a catalyst in the real sense of that word. He facilitates things happening but doesn't take part in them himself. And he is an immense source of energy. When you're trying to get large organizations to do things, energy is extremely important. He forces you to tell him what it is you want to do, and he forces you to really be clear in your own mind what those things are and what steps have to be taken. Often it's getting the wrong guy out of a job. But the point is, he starts out by basically forcing you to think with him and be very clear. Then, okay, you notice that he isn't doing anything, he's just forcing you to do it. Then once you've agreed on everything you want to do, he calls you up every ten minutes and asks why haven't you done it yet."
"I am allowed to do what I love to do!"
Feb. 19, President's Day. Not much of a holiday for most Americans; certainly it means nothing to Charan. He spent the day with a client in Hartford, then flew to Cleveland on a connecting flight through Dulles. The planes were late. Charan never complained. When the airline club closed and the tired employees went home, Charan relocated to the gate and dozed in a chair until his flight was called. Now he is standing at the check-in desk at a hotel on a highway somewhere far outside town, waiting patiently for his key. The clock behind the desk reads 1:48 A.M. He asks for a 5:00 A.M. wake-up call.
"I'm a lucky man!" Charan likes to say. "I am allowed to do what I love to do!" While I still don't really understand him, I am beginning to believe him. Surely there are many ways to live fully and be happy on this earth; probably, he has found his own. Of course he knows he can't keep this up forever. One day he'll start slowing down, and then he'll begin to dispose of his money. He has long financed the aspirations of his extended family in India, by paying for their schooling and helping some of them get settled overseas. But that's it, he says. No more money for the family. ("My people are not rich, but they have enough to go on their own.") "It's going to be in India" is all he'll say about his coming serious philanthropy. "It goes a long way, a little amount there. To enable people to accomplish things."
But Charan's not there yet; he's not even thinking about slowing down. Even though - and this is breaking news - he is no longer homeless. "I now have an apartment in Texas," he tells me matter-of-factly. To say I am dumbfounded is an understatement. Why now? "I just thought I'd get one," he says. "I was in Istanbul, they're all telling me I got to cut this out. They think it's a big deal for me to have never bought a place. I said hell with it. I got tired of people talking about it." So I ask him when he is moving in. "Maybe never," he says, staring hard. Staring back, I catch a glimmer of something, a ripple that crosses his face. It may have been a smile. 

Interview of Ram Charan

STEVE SINGER: Joining me today via cell phone is Ram Charan, the author of the new book Know-How: The 8 Skills That Separate People Who Perform from Those Who Don't. Welcome, Ram.
RAM CHARAN: Thank you, Steve.
STEVE SINGER: And thank you very much for being here with us today. So let's get right into it. How can managers encourage and nurture that know-how in both themselves and in their employees?
RAM CHARAN: This is a very central question. And there are a number of premises that I have personally observed over time in a number of industries, a number of companies, a number of countries. The first one is that the 21st century is different from the 20th century. What are the differences? The first and foremost difference is transparency, that you cannot hide your performance anymore. Outside activists, inside employees-- both of these are going to demand performance.
Number two is that many people became leaders and got into leadership jobs. What are the personality traits? And they are important-- the courage, the vision, a cognitive bandwidth, a fearless move, the bold thinking. They are important. Just like an athlete has a raw talent, and that's important. But if you don't practice those talents, those personality traits into cultivating the skills, in today's environment, given the failure rate's so high, that the leaders of tomorrow are not going to succeed.
The growth in the world is fantastic. Look at the last five years' global growth-- new opportunities, globalization, new areas of growth going on all over the world. There is more demand for leaders than supply. At the same time, the environment for evaluation is harsh. So I am suggesting, looking at the so many companies, that get to know you as a raw athlete, as a leader, with your personality. When you're 25 or so, you know what they are. Become aware of them. And then say which area you want to go and polish them. Cultivate the skills, do the deliberate practice like the athletes do, like the orchestra leaders do. So these are the eight know-hows came in my observations.
Why do I call them know-hows? Is because a skill, until you practice, it does not become in your DNA. It does not go to your unconscious. It is not labeling you to improvise in unknown circumstances. It has to become instinctive. Your judgment improves. That's why the word know-how. You convert those skills by practicing jointly your personality traits and practicing goals with these know-how in real situations, just like all the people who become champions practice that.
Now, how do you encourage as you question leaders? The first thing about the leaders, in my definition, a leader who does not produce other leaders is not a great leader. This is going to be required going forward, that people in companies will have less chance of being promoted if they don't produce other leaders. This has begun in companies and this is going to go on the 21st century, and therefore, they have to do that.
Number two is that the leaders have to identify early the potential high-potential leaders and really try to make self-aware what their [? God's ?] gift is and now, how to polish it, how to train them, how to give feedback, how to give coaching, and how to put them in the right jobs. Right people in the right jobs is the essence of developing leadership. It is not money. It is emotional energy time. It is tailoring to the individual's development. That doesn't mean ticket punching. It means real experience, rigorous evaluation and rigorous feedback. Steve, these are the ways to go at it.
STEVE SINGER: And should those leaders who are looking out for their future, how do they go about coaching the potential future leaders?
RAM CHARAN: The first one is that the signs of a leader-- and one thing people have to come to realize, high-performance leader is different from high-performance individual. And the difference is a high-performance leader gets things done. A high-performance individual does the things in terms of himself or herself. That's a huge distinction people need to come to terms. Having said that, you will find high-performance leaders. They show signs early. These people are able to command respect without authority. These people think externally first, not rear-view mirror. These people seize opportunities. They talk, they dream what could be possible. So these are some of the signs of these people.
Now the coaching. The coaching part is in three areas. And this is what I want every leader to think as a template, not as the answer. Answer will vary from individual to individual. The template is you're coaching the human being in terms of these three things.
The first, get the person to see effectively what is happening in the external world, external change. Senior leaders can really coach people to see how to connect the dots. What are the trends? What are the patterns? This raises people's altitude of vision of what's happening on the outside. When it comes to the coaching and outside, no two people have the same view. The senior leaders need to engage the individual. How does the individual see? What are the [? ordinate ?] ways to seeing it? That's a huge coaching. It is not a classroom training.
The second coaching is in the area of people. How good is this person in reading people, judging people, selecting people, dealing with people issues.
Third is to see the person work more on expanding the person's strengths, testing them in different circumstances, and only ask the question, what is coming in this person's way to go? Not try to make a person perfect in every area. That is where the coaching fails, when they really focus on the negatives instead of expanding the positives. Steve, that's what I see, the future.
STEVE SINGER: One of the things you talk about in the book is about how leaders should go about spotting potential leadership talent. But I'd like to turn that around a little bit. If I'm a young manager, how do I get noticed by my leaders?
RAM CHARAN: Excellent point. The first thing as a young leader, be sure you work for a human being who's a good coach. If not, get out. That's the first thing. If there's a good coach, the good coach will notice you. If you have too many of you in the same place, that's the good news because it will be like the Olympic tradition. One better person will help you become better. Go for it. Good coaches are always looking for you.
The second thing is that you always think from outside in. If you think outside in, you think of new ideas, new ways to re-frame things, new ways to harness the energy of others without power.
And the final one, nothing speaks more loudly than A, accomplishments and B, helping others accomplish. Your juniors, your peers will help you push forward. Don't forget it. The right work will eventually be noticed.
STEVE SINGER: Thank you so much for being here today.
RAM CHARAN: Thank you. Bye bye.

Monday, 8 October 2012

Observation of an American and a Russian about India

An Observation of Russian Citizen on Visiting India
The first unexpected impression on arrival to India was a feeling of displacement, or rather, shifts in time. Time had changed in all senses: from almost surrealistic time zone shift (not for 2 or 3, but for 2.5 hours from Moscow time) up to sensation of change of an epoch in general. And it is not to say that you moved to a specific century. Here is a cocktail from all times: primitive simplicity, medieval way of life, elements of modern civilization and some incredible power of that bright future. But the main feature of the local time is the nonlinearity of its flow. On the one hand, it is senseless to plan anything here as the spontaneity of what is going on lies beyond any predictions.
On the other hand – time is so condensed, that events of one day could suffice for weeks or months of the usual life. It concerns not only quantities of the occurred meetings, trips, acquaintances and impressions, but more importantly - the power fullness of these events, their significance and magnitude.
On my returning back from India my friends met me with the playful offer to deliver a lecture "Varanasi - a city of contrasts". Reflecting on this topic, I realized that one of amazing feature of India was just the full absence of contrasts in general. Habitual stereotypes of the person of our, let it be relative, civilization crumbled from the first days of staying, like the house of cards.
In India, things that we are accustomed to consider opposite coexist in united time and space surprisingly organically. When, for example, you see the usual humdrum washing in ten meters from the funeral fires on the Coast of Ganges River, you understand that there is no boundary between life and death at all. The young snow-white dressed schoolgirl riding the bicycle with the background of ditches and ruins; Guruji, magically combining extra momentary reasoning about the transcendental things with the skilful use of hand-held camera or mobile phone; the improbable filth and shocking "aromas" of the streets...
...And nevertheless the praying condition of everyone, when for dialogue with God you don't need to go to temples (which are everywhere here) - the meditation is possible in any point of space: in sacred waters of Ganges River, among mountains of garbage or in front of an iron door of the locked container – all is sacred in the divine world. Castis omnia casta..
Here it is the embodied Advaita itself to which the sonmas of practising yoga aspire so much. Do visit India and you will feel that there is no place to seek for – in real life everything is already united, and the life itself is this Universal Unity, i.e. Yoga.


An American Observation on India
As I gaze out from my railway car window to view the passing scenery, my mind drifts in and out of reverie as I reflect back on these past six weeks that I have traveled in India.  My eyes drink in the various sites.  Golden fields of wheat, or fields of sugar cane, palm trees and bamboo groves, simple homes made from mud or brick and straw, some with clay tile roofs, form the backdrop against which life happens in India. 
The scenes are familiar to me now—young boys bathing in the river, or women doing their laundry there, with brightly coloured saris strewn on the river bank to dry in the hot day’s sun.  We pass by neatly piled stacks of cow dung to be used as fuel for cooking, as cows, water buffalo and goats graze in the fields nearby.  Women, having worked in the fields, carry their harvest in beautiful straw baskets that they balance so gracefully on their heads.  Children carrying bags or knapsacks agilely walk on the dirt roads as they make their way towards school.  At each station junction, vendors selling snacks or other wares abound—some of them even hop on board while the train is stopped at the station, attempting to sell their goods. 
Such are the sights of India from this railway car window.  India is indeed a land of contrast, and traveling in India is certainly not for the faint of heart.  Yet, in spite of this, it possesses an allure for travelers of almost mystic proportions. 
As a Westerner traveling to India for the first time, I had many opportunities to learn about even-mindedness, to learn to “accept all the changes”—especially since most of my time was spent in remote village areas in India.  Village life in India is quite different from the city life in North America to which I was accustomed.  Even something as simple as learning to use the Eastern style toilet system (squat style) was an adjustment for me.  Not to mention the fact that village life in India often means little or no electricity during the day, and also, quite often, no indoor plumbing—the only source of water coming from an outdoor hand pump. 
Needless to say, by Western standards, life in rural India is a challenge.  Yet the grace with which the villagers that I encountered in my travels handled their circumstances was an inspiration to me.  What amazed me even more was how freely they shared of what little they had.  Next to Yogi Satyam, whose classes and lectures were phenomenal, these villagers were my greatest teachers. 
As I reflect back on my experiences of these last six weeks, one incident in particular stands out as a pivotal moment.  It occurred one afternoon, shortly after I arrived in India, while staying at the ashram in Allahabad (before leaving for the villages).  As I sat out on the verandah in front of the Meditation Hall reading prior to the evening meditation class, I noticed two women helping out with the construction work being done at the ashram.  Each in turn would fill up a mesh plastic bag with cement, place it on top of her head and then walk with it to the kitchen area of the ashram where the construction work was occurring.  For quite some time these two women paraded back and forth in this manner.
At the time, I remember thinking how inefficient this process was.  From a Western perspective, it would have been much more efficient to use a wheel barrow or cart of some sort in order to transport a much larger quantity of cement all in one fell swoop.  I remember feeling quite strongly about this matter—so full of judgment was I!
Then, somehow, it dawned on me during the evening meditation class that I was being quite judgmental.  Who was to say that my way was right, or even better for that matter?  I came to the realization that what I had witnessed as I sat out in front of the Meditation Hall that afternoon was also a part of God’s creation—and so, it too, was beautiful.  As Kriyayoga teaches, I had to learn to “accept all the changes”.  That sudden realization was so powerful for me that it moved me to tears during my meditation.  
These are but a few of the experiences, reflections and realizations that have occurred for me during this journey to India.  It has been more than an incredible adventure for me.  It has been a life-changing experience, and spiritually, the most significant journey of my life.  How does one transition back to life in North America, with its orderliness, predictability and every convenience imaginable after the experience of these last six weeks?  O India, I will return!

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Radical path to wholeness

Positive Chronicles - Radical path to wholeness


by Anuradha Vashisht
Disillusioned with conventional medicine and years of battling sickness, a woman embarks on a pathfinding journey towards physical and emotional wholeness. Her experiments with the body’s natural healing system are inspiring and radical
 
On the sixth morning of October 2003, I woke up with a heavy feeling in my body. By afternoon I was moving towards high fever. Into the third day, I lost all sense of time and body. My head, torso, legs, eyes, all shrunk into a ball of intense pain. By the fifth day, the fever rose to 106 degrees. The body felt lifeless and raising even a hand required Herculean effort. My body organs seemed to have suspended their functions. The mind slowly slipped into a dull state of thoughtlessness so desirable during meditation, but now, things were different.

I made a last-ditch effort to connect with the Supreme Power and tried to pull at my breath. If I am able to focus on my breath, I thought, perhaps I’ll lose the sense of pain. But even the slightest effort was a drain on my energy, and I slipped into semi-consciousness. In this state the realisation came that I was not even in control of my breath. As awareness of the pain grew, I learnt to focus on it. I started to observe it, feel it, understand it, and as I knew the cause of this temporary suffering, even love it.

Past experiences with natural healing now came to my aid. Far from being lifeless, I knew how intensely alive each cell of my being was as Mother Nature carried on repair work within. Trillions of stabbing throbs were proof of this. I let go in complete surrender and just flowed with the experience.

A medical practitioner happened to walk into our house at the time and learnt that I had not taken medication for the fever, nor got any tests done. She was aghast: “How could you do this? It could be viral, dengue, anything. This is dangerous.” When friends learnt about this, they unilaterally passed their verdict: “This is madness. She needs to be locked up.”

Trust in nature
I was not out to prove anyone or anything wrong or right. I was merely living my conviction that the healing power resides within. I fully understood this healing mechanism that would help me recover from the worst of physical ailments, and this was only a fever.

This fever came as an opportunity to help rid my body of all the toxins accumulated over the years, and take me on the path to real health. Having faced terrible physiological problems since childhood, and having taken a lot of medication that I now deem poisonous, it was only natural that my body today reacted in this manner. It was the effect of what it had been subjected to for so many years. And I knew that as I lived out the cause, the effect would wear off, naturally.

The most beautiful part of this experience was that though I momentarily lost consciousness a couple of times, and was unable to respond to my surroundings and loved ones, I was acutely aware and receptive to whatever was happening within and without. And I was constantly secure in the feeling that Mother Nature would take care of me. Never once did a feeling of helplessness creep in, since I trusted myself and the Supreme Power from whom all wisdom flows.

For the five days when the fever was high, I lived on a few drops of water. The temperature dropped to normal on the seventh day, and I took a bit of green coconut water. Thereafter, I gradually rebuilt my health and strength by taking only natural and easily digestible foods like coconut water, seasonal raw vegetables and fruit that were least suspected of being chemically contaminated. As I rapidly moved ahead on the path to recovery, there was a deep sense of joy at triumphing against all odds.

Quest for wellness
I would like to share how this journey began. Four years ago, waiting in the visitors’ hall of a premier heart institute, I was anxious and troubled. Hours after my mother was ‘checked-in’ for angiography, I was still clueless about her state. The next 20 hours were a nerve-wracking lesson in the functioning of what I now call ‘health-destroying institutes’ (hospitals). Horror stories about the experiences of other patients further depressed me. It was only late into the night that I was able to scream my way through and get mother’s angiography done.

Next morning, I saw no trace of emotion on the surgeon’s face as he explained to me, with mechanical precision, the delicate condition of my mother’s heart valves: “One valve is 80 per cent blocked and needs immediate replacement. Another is also not functioning properly, but whether we change it or not we can decide once we open up the heart. And she is also diabetic and hypersensitive. This is quite serious.”

“You were not serious about things yesterday?” I blurted out. He started at the unmistakable sting in my tone. “Well, we can only take on a limited number of patients in a day. What you faced were mostly administrative problems; nothing to do with us. Now the decision is yours. Every day is crucial,” he replied.

My knees felt weak and a cold sweat trickled down my spine. Rarely had I felt so helpless. I had to take the decision now. “I may or may not seek a second opinion, but I am sure this is not the place for her. Kindly discharge her. I take the responsibility.” I tried my best to put on a brave front.

For another year-and-half I visited several heart specialists. My marathon ended at AIIMS in Delhi. Two days in ICU and a series of tests later, the cardiologists were convinced that though the symptoms were serious, as mother’s palpitations increased into occasional passing out, the tests did not indicate anything definite. In any case, she needed to take her daily diet of 18 tablets, and the surgery could wait.

Turning point
I was furious. Can machines really measure human suffering? I felt helpless, as I could see no solution. Homoeopathy, acupuncture, reiki, herbs, among others, provided no permanent relief.

As I saw mother’s condition worsen, I fervently searched for clues to the mysteries of health and disease for something that could clear all my doubts. Shortly after my mother told me she had lost the will to live the way she was—dependent, fighting osteoporosis, diabetes, hypertension, insomnia, angina, aortic stenosis, valvular heart disease and what not—I saw a ray of hope.

I met Acharya S. Swaminathan, who introduced me to the laws of nature that govern our lives, and taught me how their violation results in physical and mental suffering. He told me that disease is nothing but absence of health, often triggered by faulty lifestyles. Most importantly, he revealed that as long as we seek external cures, disease would return, and in worse form. One has to go beyond remedy-mindedness, bear the consequences of what one has brought upon oneself, to regain the original state of health and happiness that Mother Nature has bestowed upon us. Meeting this man was a turning point in my life.

The day after we met him, my mother threw away all her medication and sought help from the healing power within. It needed tremendous willpower to stand up against the medical science that holds the world in its grip, especially with a chronic heart problem. But she was firm. And I resolved to support her.

A natural recovery
My mother began her natural recovery by fasting on green coconut water. She spent the next six days in quiet meditation, listening to devotional music, occasionally playing with her grandchildren and reading books on the radical natural system of health enhancement that she was following.

On the seventh day, after the vital power within was sufficiently relieved from the activity of digestion and assimilation, it started throwing out accumulated toxins. She had a bout of vomiting, which continued for two days. In this period, the healing power threw out a clot of blood, which no surgeon in the world could have removed. Thereafter, she started feeling better and lighter.

The next three days, her body demanded no food except an odd green coconut. Then came her real test of endurance. For four days, the body refused to accept even water. There was terrible suffering as the healing energy carried on its repair work. Pressing my hand to her chest, I felt a terrible pounding. But there was no let-up in her determination. “Do not take me to a hospital in any circumstance. Now, even if I die, at least the pyre would receive a pure and cleansed body,” my mother told me cheerfully. She had totally surrendered.

Now, most of the times, she was consciously listening to her body. At no point she thought of giving up, nor did she lose her mental calm or faith. After more than two weeks of fasting, her body demanded food and she was given a few sips of diluted orange juice. Having carrot juice and fresh, raw salads, she regained her original strength over the next four weeks. But the repair work on her heart continued for a longer period. Today, she eats little cereals and pulses and plenty of raw and lightly cooked vegetables, coconut and fruit.

Two years hence, she no longer takes any medication, is free from diabetes, osteoporosis and heart disease, and has a sound sleep every night. She is happy and is able to help others through her experience, mainly because she stuck to her resolve.

The triumph
As my mother was going through her recovery process, I had already brought in reforms in the family. Studying natural hygiene deeply, I banned all refined, processed, tinned and packaged foods in the household, including sugar. I sought the help of natural elements—sun, air and water—to build the health of my family.

Soon my first test came. My six-year-old daughter came down with high fever, and I resolved not to give her any medication. I explained the concept to her, and she immediately agreed to go on a fast. For the next two days, this little child took nothing but a few teaspoons of water. I was constantly with her, giving her moral support. Forty-eight hours later her 105-degree temperature returned to normal. During this period, I resisted all pressure to go back to a system which I am convinced is faulty in its denial of our innate healing energy. I had also left far behind that terrible feeling of helplessness.

In all three cases I’ve described here, it demanded tremendous willpower and determination to ignore the conventional thought process and go down a less-trodden path. But I can say with confidence backed by experience, as well as deep study, that my conviction has made me stronger, richer and healthier.

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Karoly Takacs - A Wonder Shooter

In 1938, Karoly Takacs of the Hungarian Army, was the top 25 meter rapid fire pistol shooter in the world. He was expected to win the gold in the 1940 Olympic games scheduled for Tokyo. Those expectations vanished one terrible day just months before the Olympics. While training with his army squad, a faulty hand grenade exploded in Takacs’ right hand, and the shooting hand was badly injured.
Takacs spent a month in the hospital depressed at both the loss of his hand, and the end to his Olympic dream. However, Takacs did the unthinkable; he picked himself up, dusted himself off, and decided to learn how to shoot with his left hand! His reasoning was simple. He simply asked himself, "Why not?" Instead of focusing on what he didn’t have – a world class right shooting hand, he decided to focus on what he did have – incredible mental toughness, and a healthy left hand that with time, could be developed to shoot like a champion.
For months Takacs practiced by himself. No one knew what he was doing. Maybe he didn’t want to subject himself to people who most certainly would have discouraged him from his rekindled dream. In the spring of 1939 he showed up at the Hungarian National Pistol Shooting Championship. Other shooters approached Takacs to give him their condolences and to congratulate him on having the strength to come watch them shoot. They were surprised when he said, "I didn’t come to watch, I came to compete." They were even more surprised when Takacs won!
The 1940 and 1944 Olympics were cancelled because of World War II. It looked like Takacs’ Olympic Dream would never have a chance to realize itself. But Takacs kept training and in 1948 he qualified for the London Olympics.
At the age of 38, Takacs won the Gold Medal by beating the then reigning world champion and setting a new world record. Four years later, Takacs won the Gold Medal again at the 1952 Helsinki Olympics.

Winners always search for a solution and losers for an escape. Winners in every field have a special trait that helps them become unstoppable. At the setback point when most people would have quit, and they would have probably spent the rest of their life feeling sorry for themselves, winners not only don't quit but more importantly they recover QUICKLY. Remember, when a boxer gets knocked down, he has ten seconds to get back up. If he gets up in eleven seconds, he loses the fight. Next time if you get knocked down, DECIDE you will act like a winner to recover quickly as you can’t let circumstances keep you down. At times life is hard but you can't let it beat you down...because you are always a winner.
Failure is only a fact when you give up. Everyone gets knocked down, the question is: Will you get back up and how quickly?