A couple of years ago we spent some time in Kerala, and those who know me, or have read this blog from time to time, know that I love India. For me it is like peering into a child’s kaleidoscope. There is so much colour and variety and change and magic and ….on….
I know the country has some huge problems, but I gave up on trying to find the perfect country or perfect leaders years ago.
Every morning for several days I would wander down to the local beach and watch the fishermen bringing in their catch, taking pictures, mesmerised by the graft, the routines, the sheer physicality of the men, the already burning heat, and the rituals of buying and selling the haul.
The men were kind. Talked to me if they had time. Ignored me if they didn’t. One morning, one old man got a little cross, signalling to me to help push the boat into the water. I was a little slow on the uptake figuring that I would probably be more of a hindrance than a help since everyone had a piece of boat and seemed to know what they were doing. I am, after all, only a small guy, but he had a point. The boat was successfuly floated, as it always is, and eveyone moved on with the next task.
I have the greatest respect and admiration for these men. It must be a hard life to do this every day and many bore the scars of their labours. In a world where many of us have it so easy (yep, we do, we have come so far so fast) labours of this sort go on, probably just as they have for generations. I guess it’s the life they know and they share a bond for all to see.
If any of you business folk need to do a training session on teamwork – this is the place to look !