Author: Rhea
Who started it. May be a wrong question. It’s easy, short sighted and shorted lived – a response. It ends in crucification of a single. And isn’t that the bigger issue? This “singular” polarized view. When did it start? May be more insightful an exploration For all of us. It clearly didn’t start with someone making a decision or picking a gun When .. then. Did it start when someone was born, or how? When someone was denied When someone was shut out When someone was shamed, or blamed? Or did it start when someone was not listened to ……
Yesterday a Crow send me a piece of earth. Literally. In the form of a broken tile all the way from the Sabarmati Gandhi ashram. Krishna, my friend brough it to me. He told me how when he was in Gandhiji house a crow suddenly flew and a tile fell at his feet. As I sit and hold this ..I feel..Truth in my hand. Hard.. broken.. beautiful and Solid. A few days ago, my crow came at his regular time to my window. Demanding he be fed. He can be quite insistent., this fellow. Often. Relentless even. And no sooner…
Last 2 decades I have been in the “business of” Leadership, people, organisation transformation. The Word transformation is alluring, sexy, deep and ..irrelevant. Let me explain. Two things happened. I was watching my neighbors 3 years old son on a wooden rocking horse. Some of us may have a memory of it. He was rocking. He kept going back and forth and wanting to do it faster. Scared and loving it. This visual, suddenly brought back a memory of a leadership workshop. During a break, one of the leaders was sitting on a rocking chair in the lobby. And trying…
Concluded a workshop on Attunement, with the leadership team of a Client The team consists of 18 men and 1 woman. And leadership transitions, one leavening and another coming in. There was Grief and letting go and Celebrations and letting come and both had a place. In the end literally everybody cried and openly sobbed. Notions like Men should not cry, being vulnerable was a sign of weakness, and other beliefs like these seem to be fading away…. At least in this space. I saw men say there were afraid of being judged, were tired of carrying the burden alone…
About to start a three day Leadership offsite, with a group I have worked for a few years. Last ,almost 7 year ago. And yet we met as friends. Happy to see each other. On of the participant was sharing memories of the last workshop and the conversation floated to COVID times. And the difficulties they faced. He faced. I began to get a bit uncomfortable, hoping he will not ask me how was it for me. But he did ask. My discomfort was in the last fe months, I have experience a certain expectation of “similar” experience. And how…
On the back of a fulfilling session on Application of Design thinking and Innovation for Organisational sustainability, for IIT Delhi, with my friend Krishna, I came across this amazing Film “Beyond Zero”. It opens with the a Bold statement by Ray Anderson, “In the Future, People Like Me Will Go to Jail”. It made me sit up and take notice immediately. It’s a topic close to my soul. Ray Anderson is founder, chairman, and CEO of Interface, the $1-billion-a-year leader in this unglamorous sector of the floor-covering industry. And he is on a mission to clean up American businesses–starting with…
I met her often, sitting by the roadside Sometimes just walking around aimlessly. She looked quite dishevelled, Yet her air was carefree Her clothes had a, had been look Yet her gait was strong and light Intentional. She held something in her hands, that I could not see. She had a different look on her face. Not Happy. Not Sad – And yet, not indifferent. She was contently, just sitting there Watching the world and cars go by. Sometimes waiting, at the signal next to her The expensing cars, and fancy clothed people She saw them – They didn’t see…
For a couple of years now, a friend of mine has been of and on telling me about the troubles with his then, 11 year old son. He would not listen and stay in one place at home, refused to go to the boarding school. And once there, threatened to end his life if he was not brought home. Teachers and other family members suggested they take him to see a therapist. In fact my friend, had called me to ask for a recommendation, of a therapist, which I had given. He, my friends son, Raj(Name changed) was home for…
A BIG thank you to Krishna for doing this…and to Kiran for Suggesting I put it here. Feel So so Grateful!!. This is such a labour of love. with SO many involved. I do feel Abundance is when we are excited to be part another’s Journey. If ONLY we realise and live from this place. When somebody else wins, I also win. And vice versa. We are like the Fairy Lights And the Time to do it is NOW ‘After’ – was never ours. Day 1Invisible dark matterDay 2DustDay 3Truth is unknowableDay 4Quickening ShadowsDay 5Pause || the containerDay 6Maps are…
How was it, These 100 days of writing everyday It must have been difficult It must be such an effort I want to say it was I want to glorify it I want to say it took a lot out of me But The Truth is It took a lot out of me. The hidden, uncomfortable, lot The shamed, angry, lot The grieving screaming, lot The confused by so many questions, lot The polarizing between light and dark, lot The lot that had stories as intricate as the freckles on my hand That had weighted down on my heart and…