Showing posts with label Legend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Legend. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Stay Hungry Stay Foolish


This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Jai Ma Kali Kalkattawali...

SARVAMANGALAMANGALYE
SHIVE SARVATHASAADHIKE,
SHARANYE TRIYAMBAKE GAURI
NARAAYANI NAMOSTUTE.

MEANING
Thou art the all auspicious Shiva (Shakti aspect), the bountiful;
I prostrate myself at Thy feet.
O Triyambaks (Three eyed one), Gauri (the one with a fair complexion, Parvathi) Naraayani.

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The various avataars of Ma from around the city...


Barir Kali

Barir Kali - The Presiding Diety of our Family

Ma @ Lake Kali Bari

Dakat Kali Bari

Kalighat
Dakshineshwar

Adya Ma

Ma @ Kali Pujo

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The Day The Music Died


Friday 26 Jun 2009 was going to be just another hectic day. Month end was at hand - those who are in Retail Financial Serivces selling loans, accounts, credit cards, et all will know what significance it holds. There are targets to be met - the numbers that are logged could save or sink you and thus Working till the wee hours is the norm. Weekends are non-existent during a month end and thus dreaming of a break on a month end Friday is living in a fool's paradise... reasons for gloom are thus apparent. There was an ocean of work awaiting me...

But on this particular Friday, two months ago to the date, a certain sense of loss gripped me - it was the sense of loss that one has when a near and dear one is no more...

As I gulped down my hurried breakfast, hoping against hope to make it on time to work, I could hear strains of the television blaring in the neighbour's flat. The news that I heard was impossible to believe. Michael Jackson had died. Time was the essence but I didn't care - I had to confirm whether my ears were playing tricks on me - I rushed to switch on the TV. It was true - Michael had died. I sat down for a second of stunned silence. My mother had heard the news and rushed out to hear what was going on. She was stunned too. The sound of my cellphone ringing broke our trance of disbelief- it was my Mama calling...

"Have you heard the news?!" - This phrase was oft repeated / heard in the next 48 hours... amidst month-end mayhem, while waiting for the bus to go back home, through text messages, over chai - wherever I went, I saw a shocked junta. Never before had a man died so many thousands of miles away and left so many grievers in my world. Every 24x7 news channel gave it tons of airtime - for once, the hysteria was justified...

The world mourned the loss of an icon and a genius. What about us Indians? Who would care if such a person had died - how did it matter to the panwallah in my neighbourhood? You might imagine that a western pop star in India would be known only amongst the urban tweens and teens. So why was Michael different? Why did so many people around me talk about his demise with a palpable sense of loss?

Michael Jackson was the "King of Pop". Never before had a man's charisma captured the imagination of so many people around the world. Today, every third person is a "celebrity" - think Palak of Roadies "fame"! With the idiot box and its reality shows with rising TRPs, our world was saddled with too many of this ilk. This is why the death of Michael Jackson was such a loss. The world had just lost a true icon. Someone who made news because he was the news.

Tribute to Michael Jackson on Puri Beach

Michael smiles on a wall in India as labourers go by

Ever since he danced and sang his way into our hearts with "Beat It" and "Thriller", India was hooked to the fame and talent of this sensation. We adopted him as our own and spawned a million "Mai-ka-lal Jaikishens". Think of any dance show worth its salt on TV till about 3 years back - it would be impossible to think that it would be complete without at least one Michael wannabe! (video) From Prabhu Deva to Govinda, everyone has tried to copy the man - Chiranjeevi (the Telugu megastar) has even done a song in movie that was an exact frame-by-frame lift of the Thriller video complete with Michael's red jacket! This has added to the Michael's popularity in India. And so we cared...

Prabhu Deva copies his inspiration
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Chiru Jackson
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I practically grew up with Michael Jackson. India in the 1980s was an era very different from the current globalised times. Today, the hip youngsters know about the latest "cool" (or whatever the current word for "cool" is) music sensation the day his music hits the stands in USA - This is why Pritam cannot do a Bappida or Anu Malik and get away with it... Damn, he can't even get away with copying from Malaysian or Arabic bands! Anyway, back to the 1980s. My Mama was a cool and hip youngster back then and he, like the millions around the world had just being hit by Michael magic with Thriller and Bad being runaway global successes. I still remember Micheal's poster he had up in his room - it was of a strange lanky man who looked as if he would start gyrating anytime! That was the time Micahel was cleaning up the Grammies (I remember watching the Grammies on TV back then, awestruck) and burning the music charts across the world.

The Olodum Shirt
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I was still a schoolboy when Dangerous released in 1991. Each song of this album was played and replayed on our casette players till we couldn't dance no more or till the tape snapped, whichever came first. I would have given anything to have seen anything to see him live in concert in India (1996). That year, during the Pujos, I pestered Ma to buy me an "Olodum" t-shirt - the same one Michael had worn in "They Don't Care About Us" - after days of scouring every shop in the locality, we finally found the T-shirt in A/C Market on Theatre Road. My friend's mum bought one for my friends too - lucklily for me he didn't like it very much and she gave it to me. From that day on, I had both these tees for over a decades and had become my second skin. It was a sad day when I "lost" them a couple of years back. (To say that they had become gray and threadbare would be an understatement - they had more holes that a mosquito net! No wonder Ma (I think) threw them out when I was away...) Speaking of Ma, her personal favourite was the "You Rock My World" video from his last released album "Invincible". He truly was invincible.

How to master the Moonwalk!!
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The Style Icon

He was a style-setter in every which way with his red jacket, sequined glove, arm band, black aviator sunglasses and short pants. He defied gravity and laws of physics with his trademark moonwalk that all of us tried to copy but never quite managed to master. And he was genius with his range of songs - from pure pop to rock - all of which his unique sound... all in all - he was the complete entertainer.

MJ had a fan in every demographic!

Michael had the charisma to awe people across demographics. In my family, from my grandmother to my sister, we are all fans. We don't care what the news folk say about his personal life (hey no one's perfect!) and the zillion conspiracy theories regarding his death. We don't care about who or what killed him. All that we care about is two months ago, the Music died... God Bless you Michael. Thank you for the entertainment and the joy you brought us. RIP.