Haircuts and me

So this evening I decided I needed a haircut. This was much to the annoyance of my wife, who always feels that I do not need one. It often leads to an argument. My hair can be creeping down my back but it is always the same refrain, “it’s already so short”

Being lord and master of myself – or so I think, off I went.

Now let me put things in the right perspective- For me haircuts are a bore, a drag  and a waste of time but a necessity so I endure the 25 minutes or so that it takes.

In my hometown,  as a young boy,  I had my haircut a shop named “UP TO DATE”. He was an old person and definitely OUT OF DATE but  someone once said names are deceiving – don’t ask me who and when .

In Pune, I   resided in The Bishops School campus and the same barber who cut the boys’ hair gave me a haircut as well. He was called “HANDSOME”. I was told that many years ago, some boarders gave him the nickname and it stuck. HANDSOME cut my hair for 20 years and I never complained. He did a good job – he came home and all was well.

When I moved to Dubai in 2001, I needed a haircut so I went downstairs from where I resided and found a Pakistani barbershop. 19 years later and I now drive 5 km to the same barbershop although there is one just a hundred meters from where I stay. I am sure you have realized by now that I am not fussy where haircuts are concerned.  Actually I don’t have much hair on my head and its pretty fine .

The shop is clean, the barbers are polite and that is all that matters.  I fail to understand what all the fuss is about where haircuts and barbers are concerned.

So back to this evening. Being in Pune and with no HANDSOME around, I walked into the first shop I saw, which was about fifty meters from my house.

Yes, the saloon was clean and busy and that told me he was good! In I went.

Cloth around my neck and neatly tucked in and he stumped me with his first question, “which style Sir “

Now no one has ever asked me this question before.

It is usually me enter shop, I am wished, I sit down, cloth goes around my neck and in a short while I am out. It’s a no brainer .

“Which style Sir “was a new one and I said, “TRIM” rather nonchalantly and without looking at him.

He smiled as if to say, “OK you are not fussy”

Fifteen minutes later I was done. He immediately produced one of those square mirrors to show me the back of my head. I could not care less.  He then asked me if I wanted a head massage to which I agreed. I still do not know why I said yes.

A list of about eight different oils, was rattled off by him. He was a fast talker. The only word I could decipher was COCONUT, so coconut it was.

The oil was poured generously and he massaged, kneaded, manipulated,   rubbed, pounded, banged, pulled, and pressed my scalp in all manners possible. Just when I was about to say THANK YOU, he produced a small machine from a draw. Strapping it on to his hand, he then began rubbing it all over my head – my forehead, my neck, my scalp, my ears and the top of my eyebrows. It jarred, hummed and frightened me.

Not sure why, but he kept on and on as if he was intent on scooping out my brains and presenting them to me on a silver platter as a giveaway gift.

Then, without warning, and so much as a” MAY I”, he stopped the assault. I was alive.

He smiled. I attempted a weak smile in reply.

He handed me a comb and with trembling hands, I combed my hair half expecting my brains to fall out at any minute  

I paid and I tipped him, thankful that all was well.  Before leaving, I gave one last look at myself in the mirror. My face looked chalky white and my pupils were dilated.

I reached home and my wife said “Oh my God, he has cut your hair is so short.

Give me a break – Please.

I looked in the mirror again – Yes I looked good !

Haircuts and me

So this evening I decided I needed a haircut. This was much to the annoyance of my wife, who always feels that I do not need one. It often leads to an argument. My hair can be creeping down my back but it is always the same refrain, “it’s already so short”

Being lord and master of myself – or so I think, off I went.

Now let me put things in the right perspective- For me haircuts are a bore, a drag  and a waste of time but a necessity so I endure the 25 minutes or so that it takes.

In my hometown,  as a young boy,  I had my haircut a shop named “UP TO DATE”. He was an old person and definitely OUT OF DATE but  someone once said names are deceiving – don’t ask me who and when .

In Pune, I   resided in The Bishops School campus and the same barber who cut the boys’ hair gave me a haircut as well. He was called “HANDSOME”. I was told that many years ago, some boarders gave him the nickname and it stuck. HANDSOME cut my hair for 20 years and I never complained. He did a good job – he came home and all was well.

When I moved to Dubai in 2001, I needed a haircut so I went downstairs from where I resided and found a Pakistani barbershop. 19 years later and I now drive 5 km to the same barbershop although there is one just a hundred meters from where I stay. I am sure you have realized by now that I am not fussy where haircuts are concerned.  Actually I don’t have much hair on my head and its pretty fine .

The shop is clean, the barbers are polite and that is all that matters.  I fail to understand what all the fuss is about where haircuts and barbers are concerned.

So back to this evening. Being in Pune and with no HANDSOME around, I walked into the first shop I saw, which was about fifty meters from my house.

Yes, the saloon was clean and busy and that told me he was good! In I went.

Cloth around my neck and neatly tucked in and he stumped me with his first question, “which style Sir “

Now no one has ever asked me this question before.

It is usually me enter shop, I am wished, I sit down, cloth goes around my neck and in a short while I am out. It’s a no brainer .

“Which style Sir “was a new one and I said, “TRIM” rather nonchalantly and without looking at him.

He smiled as if to say, “OK you are not fussy”

Fifteen minutes later I was done. He immediately produced one of those square mirrors to show me the back of my head. I could not care less.  He then asked me if I wanted a head massage to which I agreed. I still do not know why I said yes.

A list of about eight different oils, was rattled off by him. He was a fast talker. The only word I could decipher was COCONUT, so coconut it was.

The oil was poured generously and he massaged, kneaded, manipulated,   rubbed, pounded, banged, pulled, and pressed my scalp in all manners possible. Just when I was about to say THANK YOU, he produced a small machine from a draw. Strapping it on to his hand, he then began rubbing it all over my head – my forehead, my neck, my scalp, my ears and the top of my eyebrows. It jarred, hummed and frightened me.

Not sure why, but he kept on and on as if he was intent on scooping out my brains and presenting them to me on a silver platter as a giveaway gift.

Then, without warning, and so much as a” MAY I”, he stopped the assault. I was alive.

He smiled. I attempted a weak smile in reply.

He handed me a comb and with trembling hands, I combed my hair half expecting my brains to fall out at any minute  

I paid and I tipped him, thankful that all was well.  Before leaving, I gave one last look at myself in the mirror. My face looked chalky white and my pupils were dilated.

I reached home and my wife said “Oh my God, he has cut your hair is so short.

Give me a break – Please.

I looked in the mirror again – Yes I looked good !

The army hospital in Pune

Just an observation . I often pass by the new army hospital being built near the Golidar maidan . The project has dragged on for years and is far from complete. It is a massive project and will definitely be one of the largest in India I presume .
However here is what I notice . Massive project and hardly anyone working on it . For a building of this magnitude I would expect that there would actually be hundreds if not thousands of workers . This morning I saw around 5 men sauntering about nonchalently .
If you remember , when Mr Roberts put up the new hall on St Margarets ground , coupled with the innumerable classrooms , the project was actually completed on a war footing . Hundreds of boys spent hundreds of hours doing all sorts of work . It was socially Useful and productive !
First it was pulling down the old building and disposing of the debris in neat piles.
Later it was carrying bricks , sand etc all over the construction site . Rather than a 35 minute PE period , there was SUPW for about 20 minutes followed by 15 minutes of football or whatever . Now whether you were rich or not so rich , fat, thin, tall short ,boarder or day scholar and irrespective of what your dad was , you jolly well helped the labourers . Almost all boys did this willingly . Hands and knees got cut and scraped and boys went home with dirty trousers and shirts ( white uniform is not ideal for such work ) but no one complained .
It was hard work mind you, often in the burning sun and those were the days when parents were happy that their sons were being educated and not only in the classroom .
Carrying bricks and sand bags was the great equalizer . Mr Roberts stood glaring and encouraging and shouting and coaxing and work was tiring and fun at the same time . I guess there were the proverbial dodgers but in a boy's school that is expected .
Why cant the army follow suit and do something like that . You have hundreds of battalions and regiments all over the country .
Get them in batches to Pune and let them help out . Can you imagine thousands of soldiers working - the job of building the hospital will be so much quicker , easier and cheaper .
There is no war on thankfully so rather than getting them to keep fit by doing PE near the barracks or wartering plants etc , let them build !!
I guess one needed someone like Mr Roberts as the General !
Gentleman and ladies - this is just off the cuff - PLEASE dont lecture me if you disagree !

The army hospital in Pune

Just an observation . I often pass by the new army hospital being built near the Golidar maidan . The project has dragged on for years and is far from complete. It is a massive project and will definitely be one of the largest in India I presume .
However here is what I notice . Massive project and hardly anyone working on it . For a building of this magnitude I would expect that there would actually be hundreds if not thousands of workers . This morning I saw around 5 men sauntering about nonchalently .
If you remember , when Mr Roberts put up the new hall on St Margarets ground , coupled with the innumerable classrooms , the project was actually completed on a war footing . Hundreds of boys spent hundreds of hours doing all sorts of work . It was socially Useful and productive !
First it was pulling down the old building and disposing of the debris in neat piles.
Later it was carrying bricks , sand etc all over the construction site . Rather than a 35 minute PE period , there was SUPW for about 20 minutes followed by 15 minutes of football or whatever . Now whether you were rich or not so rich , fat, thin, tall short ,boarder or day scholar and irrespective of what your dad was , you jolly well helped the labourers . Almost all boys did this willingly . Hands and knees got cut and scraped and boys went home with dirty trousers and shirts ( white uniform is not ideal for such work ) but no one complained .
It was hard work mind you, often in the burning sun and those were the days when parents were happy that their sons were being educated and not only in the classroom .
Carrying bricks and sand bags was the great equalizer . Mr Roberts stood glaring and encouraging and shouting and coaxing and work was tiring and fun at the same time . I guess there were the proverbial dodgers but in a boy's school that is expected .
Why cant the army follow suit and do something like that . You have hundreds of battalions and regiments all over the country .
Get them in batches to Pune and let them help out . Can you imagine thousands of soldiers working - the job of building the hospital will be so much quicker , easier and cheaper .
There is no war on thankfully so rather than getting them to keep fit by doing PE near the barracks or wartering plants etc , let them build !!
I guess one needed someone like Mr Roberts as the General !
Gentleman and ladies - this is just off the cuff - PLEASE dont lecture me if you disagree !

The Bishops school Infirmary

Who among you remember the Bishops school Infirmary?

Were you ever taken there? Did you go there on your own if you were ill in school?

Were you ever injured in school?

Well to the beginning. The school infirmary for me is synonymous with two names – Mr Nair and

Mrs. Prema Dmonte.

During my time, it was in the old building that housed Jubilee Dorm and adjoining Class 9A. Actually to be precise, there was the first aid room and then there was the actual larger infirmary. Mr Nair who was the school nurse in the 80’s lived in quarters behind the first aid room

There was nothing fancy about either the first aid room or the infirmary. The first aid room had just one high examination table with a rexine top on which the patients were examined, one tin chair and a smaller rickety table   . There was also a small stand, which had a basin with water. An old wooden cupboard contained the medicines – basic again. Mercurochrome, cough mixture , Dettol , cough lozenges , crocin , some pain killers , Anacin and the like ?The were also syringes , needles and a few medical instruments. There was also a torch, which had to be banged at the back to get it to shine brightly.

The larger infirmary, where boys were admitted had about six beds and a table or two. There was also a small inner room, where boys with infectious diseases were admitted. This was a bit of a farce as these so-called boys, with infectious diseases, walked all over the school. Rumour has it that some boarders  , in order to get sick and miss exams,  went on purpose and sat with these boys in order to get sick themselves .  Maybe someone will clarify this doubt of mine.

Mrs Dmonte lived beside this larger infirmary.  Mr Nair and Mrs. Dmonte took turns during the day to look after the sick pupils. Both of them were strict yet kind and between you and me, if they knew you a little better (read boarders) you could visit their house to watch TV when you were admitted to the infirmary. This was only after rounds were over by Mr Beaman !

The boarders were the most frequent patients – fever , cough and cold , fractures , Measles, Chicken pox , Pneumonia , stomach aches , head-aches , influenza , whooping cough , typhoid , tooth ache – you name it and Bishops boarders had it .

We had around 250 boarders so for the nurses it was a full time job. After breakfast , during the morning break at 11 , the lunch break , during the games period , after evening baths , after dinner – these were busy times indeed .

Medicines were dispensed , injections given , dressing done , boils lanced , fractures examined , pupils taken to the doctor , the doctor sent for – you name it and it happened in those small rooms .

Funnily , at times , Mr Nair’s elder daughter / son also administered basic medication – Probably Mr Dmonte as well ! It was all done in good faith and we never had a problem !

Boarders were tough chaps. They took injuries in their stride- resolutely and often with a smile. I have seen boys bleeding profusely and carry on playing for class, house or school – such was their grit, determination and loyalty. At times if it became too much they would run off the football or hockey field, get the wound dressed hurriedly and get back on the field without a fuss. The small silver coloured tin box was carried by the school nurse everywhere – the Simba field, St Margaret’s field, the race course and the army grounds where the sports meets were held. Day scholars – some of whome were outstanding sportsmen were injured too and they got no special treatment. The same medicines and the same first aid. Back then, unlike today, no letters or permissions had to be taken from parents or local guardians  

Both boarders and day scholars loved the infirmary for another reason. It was the GO TO place to avoid tests and exams. Therefore, boys went with stomachaches and various other ailments. By the time they were attended to and diagnosed, the test or exam was over. They would then return to class, at times sheepishly and at other times brazenly and handed over the sick slip to the teacher. Impression marks was the term used as the pupil was given an average mark for the test or examination. For an average pupil or a pupil weak in studies this was a bonanza!

For boarders who were admitted it was fun. Whether they were sick or not, they would walk out of the infirmary in night suits, peep into classes in Lunn Block, read comics, go to their dormitories, play caroms, watch TV, they were provided with a special diet etc . Some also visited the tuck shop, got day scholars to share their lunch and in general made merry. What they did not do there was study. Irrespective of how sick they were, they would come to watch the Friday movie on the Uppers or even to Harding hall. Some wrapped themselves in the infirmary blanket while others did not bother .

I must add that some were instructed to do their test/ exam in the infirmary – and they enjoyed this as they used their books and cheated. The elder boys also helped the younger ones.

Mr Beamon made it a point to visit the infirmary twice a day to check on the boys and when I took over I did that too – however I was often convinced that many boys  did not need to be there and were dodging !  There was no way to prove this though .

During the years, I was in Bishops – 1981- 2001, if I remember rightly, the Infirmary bearer was Girdhari – one of the few who grew his hair. He did umpteen trip to and from the infirmary and kitchen with the large tiffin of food.

There are a few details I must add if I was to do justice to the write up. Both Mr Nair and Mrs Dmonte were highly skilled and their diagnosis was rarely different from that of Dr Khatri the school doctor. They also gave quick painless injections. You may not believe this but I have seen them STITCHING up wounds in the school infirmary and I am sure they used no painkillers most of the time. The boy was held down by someone else and the job done with very little commotion or fuss!

They were also requested to visit staff quarters when a member of staff or a family member was ill and they did so willingly. Everyone trusted them to diagnose, prescribe medication and even give him or her injections.  

Anti- tetanus injections and another for throat infection with fever are two which I had frequently and so did many pupils and staff.

I once had a large boil on my thigh. So I trooped off to Mr Nair . He examined it, pressed it all over and told me he would settle the matter in a few minutes. He promised it would be a quick painless procedure. Also told me that pupils were outside so I should not make a fuss. Why I agreed still beats me .

Before I knew what was happening, he lanced the boil and squeezed so hard that I almost passed out.  He then dressed the wound, bandaged it and sent me on my way home. All this in a matter of 5 minutes.  I called him a sadist and used a few other choice words as I limped home, as the procedure was so painful. Two or three days of dressing and all was well!

Mr Nair and more so Mrs Dmonte were often summoned to the Bungalow to attend to Mr and Mrs Roberts and their aged parents who visited during the summer months. Needless to add they both were a big help on campus.

There was one very sad critical incident during the time of Mr Nair, which I will not put down here but I must say that Bishops was in very good hands.

I am sure some boys would like to share their stories too – go ahead gentlemen.

God bless Mrs Dmonte and Mr Nair  

The Bishops school Infirmary

Who among you remember the Bishops school Infirmary?

Were you ever taken there? Did you go there on your own if you were ill in school?

Were you ever injured in school?

Well to the beginning. The school infirmary for me is synonymous with two names – Mr Nair and

Mrs. Prema Dmonte.

During my time, it was in the old building that housed Jubilee Dorm and adjoining Class 9A. Actually to be precise, there was the first aid room and then there was the actual larger infirmary. Mr Nair who was the school nurse in the 80’s lived in quarters behind the first aid room

There was nothing fancy about either the first aid room or the infirmary. The first aid room had just one high examination table with a rexine top on which the patients were examined, one tin chair and a smaller rickety table   . There was also a small stand, which had a basin with water. An old wooden cupboard contained the medicines – basic again. Mercurochrome, cough mixture , Dettol , cough lozenges , crocin , some pain killers , Anacin and the like ?The were also syringes , needles and a few medical instruments. There was also a torch, which had to be banged at the back to get it to shine brightly.

The larger infirmary, where boys were admitted had about six beds and a table or two. There was also a small inner room, where boys with infectious diseases were admitted. This was a bit of a farce as these so-called boys, with infectious diseases, walked all over the school. Rumour has it that some boarders  , in order to get sick and miss exams,  went on purpose and sat with these boys in order to get sick themselves .  Maybe someone will clarify this doubt of mine.

Mrs Dmonte lived beside this larger infirmary.  Mr Nair and Mrs. Dmonte took turns during the day to look after the sick pupils. Both of them were strict yet kind and between you and me, if they knew you a little better (read boarders) you could visit their house to watch TV when you were admitted to the infirmary. This was only after rounds were over by Mr Beaman !

The boarders were the most frequent patients – fever , cough and cold , fractures , Measles, Chicken pox , Pneumonia , stomach aches , head-aches , influenza , whooping cough , typhoid , tooth ache – you name it and Bishops boarders had it .

We had around 250 boarders so for the nurses it was a full time job. After breakfast , during the morning break at 11 , the lunch break , during the games period , after evening baths , after dinner – these were busy times indeed .

Medicines were dispensed , injections given , dressing done , boils lanced , fractures examined , pupils taken to the doctor , the doctor sent for – you name it and it happened in those small rooms .

Funnily , at times , Mr Nair’s elder daughter / son also administered basic medication – Probably Mr Dmonte as well ! It was all done in good faith and we never had a problem !

Boarders were tough chaps. They took injuries in their stride- resolutely and often with a smile. I have seen boys bleeding profusely and carry on playing for class, house or school – such was their grit, determination and loyalty. At times if it became too much they would run off the football or hockey field, get the wound dressed hurriedly and get back on the field without a fuss. The small silver coloured tin box was carried by the school nurse everywhere – the Simba field, St Margaret’s field, the race course and the army grounds where the sports meets were held. Day scholars – some of whome were outstanding sportsmen were injured too and they got no special treatment. The same medicines and the same first aid. Back then, unlike today, no letters or permissions had to be taken from parents or local guardians  

Both boarders and day scholars loved the infirmary for another reason. It was the GO TO place to avoid tests and exams. Therefore, boys went with stomachaches and various other ailments. By the time they were attended to and diagnosed, the test or exam was over. They would then return to class, at times sheepishly and at other times brazenly and handed over the sick slip to the teacher. Impression marks was the term used as the pupil was given an average mark for the test or examination. For an average pupil or a pupil weak in studies this was a bonanza!

For boarders who were admitted it was fun. Whether they were sick or not, they would walk out of the infirmary in night suits, peep into classes in Lunn Block, read comics, go to their dormitories, play caroms, watch TV, they were provided with a special diet etc . Some also visited the tuck shop, got day scholars to share their lunch and in general made merry. What they did not do there was study. Irrespective of how sick they were, they would come to watch the Friday movie on the Uppers or even to Harding hall. Some wrapped themselves in the infirmary blanket while others did not bother .

I must add that some were instructed to do their test/ exam in the infirmary – and they enjoyed this as they used their books and cheated. The elder boys also helped the younger ones.

Mr Beamon made it a point to visit the infirmary twice a day to check on the boys and when I took over I did that too – however I was often convinced that many boys  did not need to be there and were dodging !  There was no way to prove this though .

During the years, I was in Bishops – 1981- 2001, if I remember rightly, the Infirmary bearer was Girdhari – one of the few who grew his hair. He did umpteen trip to and from the infirmary and kitchen with the large tiffin of food.

There are a few details I must add if I was to do justice to the write up. Both Mr Nair and Mrs Dmonte were highly skilled and their diagnosis was rarely different from that of Dr Khatri the school doctor. They also gave quick painless injections. You may not believe this but I have seen them STITCHING up wounds in the school infirmary and I am sure they used no painkillers most of the time. The boy was held down by someone else and the job done with very little commotion or fuss!

They were also requested to visit staff quarters when a member of staff or a family member was ill and they did so willingly. Everyone trusted them to diagnose, prescribe medication and even give him or her injections.  

Anti- tetanus injections and another for throat infection with fever are two which I had frequently and so did many pupils and staff.

I once had a large boil on my thigh. So I trooped off to Mr Nair . He examined it, pressed it all over and told me he would settle the matter in a few minutes. He promised it would be a quick painless procedure. Also told me that pupils were outside so I should not make a fuss. Why I agreed still beats me .

Before I knew what was happening, he lanced the boil and squeezed so hard that I almost passed out.  He then dressed the wound, bandaged it and sent me on my way home. All this in a matter of 5 minutes.  I called him a sadist and used a few other choice words as I limped home, as the procedure was so painful. Two or three days of dressing and all was well!

Mr Nair and more so Mrs Dmonte were often summoned to the Bungalow to attend to Mr and Mrs Roberts and their aged parents who visited during the summer months. Needless to add they both were a big help on campus.

There was one very sad critical incident during the time of Mr Nair, which I will not put down here but I must say that Bishops was in very good hands.

I am sure some boys would like to share their stories too – go ahead gentlemen.

God bless Mrs Dmonte and Mr Nair  

Leadership

I have often been asked about Leadership.

What makes a good leader? How does a good leader become great? What are the tips, if any, to become a good leader? Can anyone become a leader? Are leaders’ born or made? Who is your favourite leader and why? Did you ever think you would be a leader in your own field?

The above questions were not all asked together, nor were they put forward by one person. They have come up in conversations, in class and business discussions and above all, during my long career in education.

I have thought about Leadership long and hard, read up on the same, used Google as a point of reference and spoken about it at length. Eons ago, I also remember using the very well known, Encyclopedia Britannica much before the era of computers!

If you Google the word LEADERSHIP, there are literally, millions of articles, quotations and references to choose from but today I am writing from my own experiences – simple and straight from the heart.

I do not profess an expert on the topic and you may not agree with my thoughts but then this is what Free speech is all about!

Did I want to be a leader? Not ashamed to say Yes- Definitely. I was not too sure about how to go about it but I believed that if I worked hard, grabbed any opportunities that came my way, thought things out clearly before acting on them and never took too many unnecessary risks, I would make it.

Did I make mistakes along the way – yes, I did. I guess that is part of the learning process.  If you are frightened of making a mistake, you will go nowhere.

I believe that most people are born with some leadership qualities within them- some go on to hone those while others are contented with their lot and that makes the difference.

Let me say it clearly here – not everyone has the ambition to be a leader and there is nothing wrong with that. Others have that fire burning within them and that is not wrong either. Each to his own I guess.

Lastly, there is a certain amount of luck involved so also being at the right place at the right time. I have never disputed or denied this fact.

As a Leader -:

            You must strive to leave a legacy behind you. You must strive to be a trailblazer, a game changer, a front-runner.

The book- MY STORY by His Highness Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum is one of the finest books I have ever read. It ends with TEN RULES FOR LEADERSHIP. - Serve the people. Do not worship the position. Set your plan. Monitor Yourself. Build your team. Innovate or leave. Communicate and be optimistic. Compete. Create Leaders. Go forth and lead a meaningful Life.

The book itself is a revelation and definitely worth a read

            Recently I read another book about a very special leader and it spelt out, rather effortlessly, the qualities of an amazing leader and someone I have always admired.

He was the son of a tribal chief & his father died when he was 12.  He graduated as a lawyer, had honorary degrees from over 50 universities, was an ardent admirer of Mahatma Gandhi, and was a nonviolent activist, politician and philanthropist.

He spent 27 years in prison & died at the age of 95.

 He is   Nelson Mandela.

            Mandela was known for his tolerance, integrity, consistency, optimism, servant leadership, self-confidence and emotional stability. Admirable qualities and worthy of emulation.

            He was simple & loving –   kind- yet determined to succeed.      You & I   may never be like Mandela but we must strive to be fair, just, tolerant and hardworking leaders – always putting others before ourselves.

            Even now, I work very hard to be a better leader every day than the day before. Striving to constantly improve is the key to good leadership. Keeping it simple is a close second. Continuing to learn is the third.  People unnecessarily complicate leadership with jargon and glib talk and that becomes so obvious!

            Therefore, we must strive to lead by example. Staying grounded and remembering where we came from is paramount.

Leadership is all about people, about colleagues and friends. It is about helping, understanding, motivating & mentoring. It has a lot to do with give and take, praising, being firm& assertive & apologizing when necessary. It is about kindness, going that extra mile and giving credit where credit is due. It is about being goal oriented & sharing the glory with the team.

It is about taking responsibility and being ready to take the blame when things do not go according to plan.

Leaders must learn to communicate well. The key to that is reading as much as possible, writing whenever the opportunity presents itself and speaking eloquently – brushing up on these is helpful.

            Leaders must not take up aboard in an ivory tower in the true sense of the word – being approachable is the key. – I have also known leaders who are too backward to come forward, stand up and be counted.

 Leaders must be visible and available when needed. Remember – everything you ever do as a leader is based on one audacious assumption - which is, that YOU matter and it is not being vain or egoistic to believe this thought.  

            Before you can lead others, you have to lead yourself - you have to believe that your words matter and your actions can move people. You have to believe that what you do counts for something.  

            You have to believe that leadership begins with YOU – self-belief is paramount.

Leadership is definitely not easy. Uneasy is the head that wears the crown.

“ If your action can inspire others to dream more, learn more , do more and become more , you are a leader”  John Quiny Adams