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Thursday, January 31, 2019

8 Easy Ways To Become A Very Bad Leader


Organisational Behaviour
What happens, when as a leader you think you are the smartest of 'em all?

Well, you simply have managed to discover the brightest recipe for becoming a genuinely bad leader! Congratulations!

Let's unravel 8 well-guarded secrets of becoming an truly bad leader. Follow them and you would secure your place in posterity. 


1.      Criticise, criticise, criticise some more …

Use criticism as a tool of leadership, always doubt the abilities of the very team that you once handpicked – ensure that you lead a pack of demotivated, uninspired individuals, going through the paces, in an unproductive environment. If anything, it would certainly pump your ego, at the expense of making others feel small. Isn’t it a great incentive to start with?   

2.      Attention! At ease. Attention! At ease. Attention! At ease. Attention …  

To become a bad leader, you must assume that every single member of the unit will react in an identical way to your leadership style. It’s a cardinal mistake for individuals to believe that you’d recognize and adapt to the variety in strengths and expectations. They are all clones; flip-flop switches; you know them all so very well. They don’t need an awesome story to stay collectively committed towards a great vision. They are so wrong and you are so right!
     
3.      Spank them all to glory – their rear belongs to you …

You are a magician, trust me! Don’t believe in those naysayers who celebrate great leaders that swear by talent, competency and empowerment. You rightfully believe flogging can turn the floppiest of donkeys into powerful stallions! You are such a bad leader already and you can become worse by having them convinced over a period of time that they indeed are lucky to have their rear diligently assaulted as a price for their unquestioned faith and servitude. You are relentless in your pursuit of turning the mundane into the precious. You could soon become the first alchemist, that humanity would ever produce.

4.      Mistakes are criminal! Kill them with impunity …

A good leader encourages his team to commit mistakes and learn from them – that’s so utterly imprudent! To be a bad leader of substance, you must always ensure that no one ever dares to commit any mistake at all. None whatsoever. You may permit them to be flattered by allowing them fleeting moments of empowerment but decisively deceive them by meticulously shooting down every plan they make and every decision they take, using your rightful power of veto. You are the highness, only you are allowed to fail. For others it must be strictly forbidden.

5.      Everyone must believe there’s a plan, no one should question …

If you have to reach the echelons of bad leadership just demolish every alternative idea, annihilate every seeker of truth, decimate every query that you don’t have an answer to. No one should ever dare to question your grand vision. No one is quarter as good as you are, neither should they aspire to be so. You are the holy cow! Are they out of their mind to question the prudence of your prophetic vision? No one should ever dare to call your bluff, even if they know that you are spinning a web of lies, to satisfy your short-term goals. Every brain around you must believe in your infallibility.

6.      Never ever get rid of bad people …

Good leaders try and keep the plate clean – how reckless and foolhardy of them. Bias, bias and more bias. That’s how it should be. You need a coterie. You need a team that warms up to your weirdest of bull-crap. A bad leader must have enormous charisma – you must never have to deal with a ‘no’ from anyone around you. Good people will question you more often than not, seek recognition for competency, try to make decisions and base their actions on what they believe is good for the team in the long run. They are bad influence. Chuck them, good riddance! You must invest in bad people.

7.      Divide and rule … must make it your gospel truth!

Never ever allow a unit, to its truest philosophy or spirit! The more divided they are, more secure is your leadership. Trust me when I say that you can get away with murder, when you are an inspirational leader of a bunch of shady crabs! If they ever get to see merit in operating as a unit, a genuine team, your heist would come to an end. You must never allow that. Unity is disastrous for you. You have to become an iconic bad leader, the worse of ‘em all, you see. Of course, the secret is to be able to create a closed coterie of drooling suckers who would start salivating at the slightest scent of your irresistibly corrupt ideas. The rest should be taken to the cleaners!  

8.      Care to become an iconic bad leader? Be a bloody good student of bad leadership first …

Leadership streaks show way before you reach the helm. Never ever think your team achieving their individual goals will add up to your grand vision. Kill every personal dream. Shoot down every aspiration that raises its ugly head. Inspiring others is such a waste of time, just ask people to follow your infallible vision, assuming that you ever had one, other than making some quick personal gains. Never try to become better, you were already so damn good, what’s the point in wasting time? Never try to help people achieve greater competence, better relationships or even liberty of choices. Never give people their due credit, never – you don’t want anyone in your team to get too cocky for your comfort! Belittle their modesty as their weakness, trample their confidence, enslave them till their souls are completely robbed of any trace life or dream! You have then truly achieved what you set out to at the very start –a very bad leader!  
     

Saturday, November 14, 2009

The quest begins ...

... who cares for just another blog ? I don't. Do you ?
... but then why am I here ? doing what ? looking for who or what ? do I need anything ? or do I have something to offer ... something to share? who do I share with? who needs my thoughts and paraphernalia anyways ?
... Heavens !
... why, who, when, what, where, how ...
God ! ... this is way too confusing ...
... and I thought it was a cakewalk ...

But then, on second thought ... I see a purpose behind all this confusion ... the reason behind this madness ...

... a faint picture appears ... very faint ... worne out by decades of oblivion ... a kid standing spellbound, watching with his large, vulnerable eyes wide open with wonder ... Gouri, one of his few favourite animals reared in the backyard of his house, delivering its first off-spring in one of the chilliest winter mornings of the late 70s. The kid, along with four other cousins, who were all part of a large Brahmin joint family, got mesmerised by what they saw ... the apparent signs of pangs of birth-pain in Gouri, a large, beautiful white cow, the concern on the face of the middle-aged veterinarian and "Jethu", the eldest son of "Borodadu" (the elder amongst the two grandfathers in the family), who were overseeing the delivery and who had allowed the kids, after a lot of pestering, to watch the spectacle ... the plausible relief and joy in the air once the calf was delivered, the pet doctor's post-delivery care, Gouri's anxiousness to shower her care on the newborn, the wet calf's constant effort to stand and stabilise and its inability to do so, its palpable joy and comfort on being licked all over, by its mother ...

... days passed ... watching the antics of the new born became a favourite pastime of the kid .. how the calf got used to drinking away its mother's milk ... how it got used to the presence of kids around it ... how it got used to getting tied down to a post, when its mother got milked for the family's consumption, how it got used to the jute sack that got wrapped around its body during the night to protect it from the chill, how it made itself cosy with the warmth of its mother's body during the nights ...

... the best part for the kid was ofcourse something else ... his first exposure to uncontrolled, no-holds-barred freedom and apparent madness ...

The backyard, the courtyard and the empty space around the house was substantially large ... and the calf made the best use of it ... it spend hours running around, not strong or stable, yet free and energetic ... reaching all possible corners ... randomly altering its path - without any rhyme or reason, deliberately pushing the frontiers of the space available, completely unmindful of any danger whatsoever, often slipping and hitting things unmindfully, everytime getting up on its wobbling legs and re-initiating its run ... as if destinations didn't matter, goals were yet unheard of ... reasoning made way for the sheer pleasure of exploring ... the blinding passion and intoxicating insanity of "seeking" ...

... the kid loved what he saw ... it got etched, permanently, on the canvas of his young mind ... got covered by the dust and dirt of changing time, responsibilities, priorities and sensibilities ... but the form stayed ... the beautiful images stayed ... the urge to be able to become as free and carefree as a newly born calf, on a chilly winter morning stayed ...

... the kid grew up, started making money, became socially responsible, got "focussed" ... "goal-driven". ... but the wish remained ... and probably gathered momentum ...

... the kid's search for freedom continues ...

The Seeker

Pics courtesy: First Baptist Church




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