Chooran and the Charm… and Hofstede’s D6…

Friday, July 29, 2016

“Women give better Feedback, Sir…” said Subhashis… he paused… turned around and added… “and, Men pay more Tips…”

Subhashis was our waiter at Kangan, the Indian restaurant at the Westin, Hyderabadu, earlier this Thursday evening… I had observed Subhashis and his restaurant brigade going meticulously about the post dinner drill at each of the tables in the restaurant… presenting bills to men… and handing over the feedback forms to women at the tables…

Both the bill and the feedback form came unfailingly along with an assortment of “CHOORAN” (post dinner digestives)… and with a CHARM that would disarm most hideous thoughts that any of their guests at the tables intended to harbour…

Subhashis’ divine expropriation and experience got me thinking… between the ‘chooran’ and the ‘charm’… what works better, and on whom… is the Man at the table, more disquieted about his tummy that would churn through the night… and as such, the sight of the chooran excites him to leave more Tips… or is the Woman enamoured by Subhashis’ charming smile, coupled with the décor and ambience different than her own kitchen where she did not have to step in tonight… which then prompts her to shower the feedback that she does…

And… is there a Gender crumple to the “Chooran and the Charm” theory…? Or are there other cultural dimensions in a fast changing urban landscape of the Hi-Tech city at Hyderabadu… that rule our bill and feedback form behaviours…?

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I thought of diving into Geert Hofstede’s D6 (6 Cultural Dimensions) model… and look at what may prompt the behaviours of the 3D equation here – Subhashis, Smee (Smita – my wife) and I…

Kangan and Hi-Tech city are mere metaphors… symbolic references to a larger Indian urban context, from a PLM (People Like Me) standpoint… and while Smee may not have been there that evening… she metaphorically rules my heart… my soul…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geert_Hofstede 

D1 – Power Distance : All individuals in societies are not equal… period… and according to the Hofstede studies, Hi-Tech city scores 77 on this dimension… making it highly tilted towards a hierarchical presence in the society – particularly who gives more feedback in the society and who gets it more…

This is a no-brainer for all of us who are married, alive, punting or dating as to who is where… look at Smee and I… I get much feedback from my wife – much of the time, VERBAL and VOCAL when we are talking… and VISUAL and WRITTEN (post-its on the fridge) when we are not talking… so, no wonder then, that restaurateurs have mastered this dimension to tap into the right source for their brownie points…

D2 – Individualism : The degree of interdependence a society maintains among its members… Hi-Tech city scores a 46 on this dimension, which is an indicator of an emerging trait of an individualist AND a collectivist society…

I cannot agree with that more… early on in life when Smee and I used to dine out together… we used to fill in the feedback form together… with stars and hope in our eyes that the next time… and the next many times when we take the same table at the same restaurant… our loyalty will be rewarded by the collective good feedback that we gave them…

Not any more… Smee knows I have an opinion – but it does not count… almost 20 years that we are married… now that we have gained the loyalty card, it’s OK that she fills in the form… wow – isn’t this individualist behaviour so symptomatic of the cultural change in the larger society…?

D3 – Masculinity : A high score on this dimension indicates that the society is driven by competition, achievement and success… and a low score implies that the dominant values in society are caring for others and quality of life… Hi-Tech scores 56 here… and thus takes the borderline Masculine tag… yet Masculine enough to prompt Subhashis to shove the bill under my nose… he knows however, that the Math of the tips, will be a function of the English of what Smee writes on the Feedback form… and through the evening, Subhashis and the rest of the brigade ensure that they engage Smee and I in subtle conversations… chipping and chiseling slowly at the fundamentals of D3… so that they bag those Tips…

D4 – Uncertainty Avoidance : How the society deals with an uncertain future… members of a culture feel threatened by ambiguous or unknown situations and thus create beliefs and institutions that try to avoid these uncertainties… Hi-Tech scores a mere 40 here… a medium / low preference for avoiding uncertainty…

…because every day is an “Acceptance for Imperfection”… rules circumvented and a huge reliance on the “Adjust Maadi” (kindly adjust, please) culture… but nothing beats the expected certainty when Subhashis gets you a cold ‘Naan’… and does a brilliant “Service Recovery”… gets you an hot-off-the-oven ‘Naan’ in the next instance… waives the ‘Naan’ off the bill… and lo and behold – fabulous feedback on food quality from Smee… and terrific tips from I… because both Smee and I are low on ‘Uncertainty Avoidance’ anyway…

D5 – Long Term Orientation (LTO) : Every society maintains links with its own past while dealing with the challenges of the present and future… and societies prioritise these two existential goals differently… Hi-Tech scores an intermediate 51 on this dimension…

Perhaps, the most significant inference of all Hofstede’s dimensions… caught between the devil and the deep sea… Smee and I are often at loggerheads… to be generous in our praise in the feedback form – a manifestation of “Annadaata Sukhee Bhava” (may the hand that feeds be praised)… or to be conservative in the changing face of “Atithi Devo Bhava” (Guest is God)… but contrary to a traditional past when one never demanded anything in return (say, Tips) for the hospitality delivered to the Guest (say, the God in this case)… Subhashis, in the present and the future, expects gratuity…

A score of 51… hmmm…

D6 – Indulgence : The extent to which people try to control their desires and impulses, based on the way they were raised… Hi-Tech scores a low of 26 in this dimension… a culture of ‘Restraint’ rather than ‘Indulgence’… higher degree of cynicism and pessimism… controlling the gratification of desires…

Well – while Subhashis sees a fraction of the Hi-Tech city population in his restaurant, what he may also recognise is that the PLM is growing in numbers, if not in percentage terms… what with an EXCLUSIVE GROWTH that urban India has seen in the past… and will continue to see in the future…

While Subhashis works the “CHARM of the CHOORAN” on his guests at Kangan…

Happy Weekend…

Ravi Kodukula

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The Final Word… My Obituary…

Friday, July 22, 2016

कबीरा जब हम पैदा हुए, जग हँसे हम रोये | ऐसी करनी कर चलो, हम हँसे जग रोये ||

When I was born, the World laughed when I cried (very natural, that the cry of the newborn excites the world)… but I must do worthy deeds so that when I go, I must have a laugh, and the World should cry…
Sant Kabir : ~circa 15th century…

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“Have you written your Obituary yet…?” asked my Mentor…*

*… My Mentor has quite a few mentees eating out of his hand… so I am keeping his identity a digitally guarded secret… a secret that can only be unveiled by an alpha-numeric, psychedelic- pastel colored mumbo-jumbo passphrase…
OK, it’s not that complicated… I just want to ensure that he is not inundated with Mentoring requests after this blog post…

I was bewildered… this was a question I was not prepared to answer…

I was in a mentoring conversation with my Mentor last Saturday… I usually am, when I am at crossroads… like this last vacation week, with no determined thoughts about what I would do during the week… kids have exams… Smee is busy taking care of the kids… my maid is busy taking care of Smee…

Well – the only thing I knew was, I was doing – NOTHING…

Now, come on… Rabbits jump – and they live for 8 years… Dogs run – and they live for 15 years… Turtles do NOTHING – and they live for 150 years…

And here I was staring at the next 100 years having spent the first 50… well, almost… and I was thinking… Obituaries are written or said by people outside of your celestial existence… I mean, why would you write your own obituary… it’s for others to write them for you… extol you for a virtuous life lived… or execrate you if you have been extra nasty to them while they lived… and most definitely written or said when you are gone and you no longer are able to hear what they think and say about you…

Wait a minute… when I can no longer hear what they say about me…? I am well cremated and my ashes are immersed in a bay or a river or scattered in the wind over ploughfields…?

And then they say all the stuff that they do, when they gather for that wine and meal after my funeral (actually I like the idea of wine and a meal – particularly if I had led a life of contentment and have had a peaceful departure)… I would like the world I left behind to sing and dance…

I wish all of us to wish that… wishfully… we must celebrate death… as much as we do life… and I thought… if I were to be a part of that song and dance, dine and wine… what would I like to hear people say about me…?

I hung up the phone on my Mentor… literally… he gave me a week to live my life thinking about my Death… er… my Obituary… I started my week with my 5 resolutions in mind… which would eventually become my OWN Obit – the way I have written it here…

Like with everything else, I found a wealth of e-Books on the web to read before I got started… and the most that I was fascinated with, was Alan Gelb’s “Having The Last Say : Capturing Your Legacy In One Small Story”…

In 5 simple benefits of writing my own obit, I had spent each of the last 5 days this week in describing for myself what I wanted out of my next life… and for those of us who have seen the graphic expression of my 5 Vacation Resolutions on Facebook – over the last 5 days… https://www.facebook.com/ravi.kodukula.1 … here’s a behind the scenes, exclusive, limited edition version of the process of how it all came together for me…

  1. Cleanse Thy Friends’ List (July 18) : Recently, at a dinner table, some of my friends were having fun going through a list of all my “Friends” that I have on my Facebook… come on – you cannot be having 1800 friends in life – they said… of course NOT… Facebook “Friends” are a cult by themselves – some bullied me into their “Add Friend” deal or in some cases, I may have liked the Profile Pictures of some of them, knowing very well that Facebook Pictures are not a yardstick of how they look in real life… trust me, when I look at the entire list of my Facebook friends – and almost everyone that I have ever met, is with me on Facebook – and there are those that ping me and then call me for advice / counselling / coaching / or merely a chat when they are down on their chips… not that I can / nor am I the best person to help them all the time… hell no… but I discover, we need each other so often these days… that CONNECT (one of Gelb’s 5 benefits of an obit) – while peripheral most might say – is becoming increasingly legit… and while we take a high moral ground and denounce the newer generations for their inability to connect beyond the digital – let’s face it… that’s the way it may be… the way I see it… the way You see it… BUT, there’s a ‘way IT IS’…

So, HERE WAS THE GUY, who put ‘a Friend a Day’ to his list…

  1. Cut the Clutter (July 19) : When I am gone, no one individual would be so accurate to be able to describe me the way I was… I know the best about me… of course, everyone may describe me the way they have experienced me… but is that ACCURATE (Gelb’s second)…? so, an obit – my own obit provides that accuracy… I don’t want a premature obit about me like Alfred Nobel… nor do I have the money to create a fund to wipe me off the ignominy of the “inventor of Dynamite – the Merchant of Death”…

So, HERE WAS THE GUY, who put a lot about himself out there…

  1. Respect Smee More (July 20) : My life is incomplete without Smee – my “Ardhaangini” – better half… my mirror to life… and me… the mother of our children… and the brunt of my satire in life… and the world must see this ACCEPTANCE (Gelb’s third)… Smee is definitely not Xanthippe (Socrates’ wife)… because since I married Smee, I have been happy and prosperous, as I got a good wife… because if it were otherwise, I would have become a philosopher…

So, HERE WAS THE GUY, who made the best out of the feedback his wife had for him…

  1. Develop Myself (July 21): Of the hundred more years that I would now live… like the Turtle that does NOTHING… I would like to backward integrate my life… and the best time is now to write down what those years would look like… my first 50 years are lived through others’ shaping of what I could be… the next 100 will be my PERSPECTIVE (Gelb’s fourth)… in order to do that, I will need to invest…

So, HERE WAS THE GUY, who invested effort to get to the pinnacle of the Ridiculous and the Lunatic…

  1. Spread the Cheer (July 22) : Mortality is scary… and admitting that it is, is macabre… in Gelb’s words – “writing your own obituary allows you to consider your own mortality with RESOLVE (Gelb’s fifth), thereby doing some of the work involved in the demanding business of confronting Life’s Third Act…*”
*… Life’s Third Act – one’s mature years, now that you got a few more added owing to changes in Life Expectancy

So, HERE WAS THE GUY, whose digital tombstone has the inscription : “IN ALL THE HUMDRUM OF LIFE… HERE LIES THE GUY WHO BROUGHT A SMILE… HAULED A HOLLER… FANNED A LAUGH… LIFTED A MOOD… SPREAD THE CHEER… MAY THE GODS BE BLESSED… NOW THAT HE’S HERE…!”

And in summary…

Kodukula – जब हम पैदा हुए – जग हँसे हम रोए! ऐसी करनी कर चलो – हम हँसे जग भी हँसे!!

When I was born, the World laughed when I cried… but I must do worthy deeds so that when I go, I must have a laugh, and so should the World too…
Sant Kodukula : ~circa 1968 – …

Happy Weekend…

Ravi Kodukula

 

Udta Kodukula…

Friday, July 15, 2016

“Smee, I just had my mid-year performance review this morning… I have asked Boss for a week’s vacation… I am taking the next week off…” 

An afternoon telephonic conversation with Smee (Smita – my wife – for the uninitiated)… I had informed her earlier this Thursday…

Silence… 5 seconds… 15 seconds… 20 seconds…

“Smee… you there…?”

“You will go back to your job after the vacation, right…?”

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20 seconds… was Smee swarmed with a plethora of emotions…?

SURPRISE… performance appraisal in the morning… vacation decision in the afternoon… and it’s not even vacation time for the kids, which he had been synchronising his own vacation time with, for the last many years ever since they have been in school…

INTRIGUE… why now…? what’s the need…? just 6 months ago he took a vacation… why does he need this break every 6 months… and then those 2 days in April, when Krtin, our son, went through his “Upanayanam – the Thread Ceremony”… those 2 most stressful days of Ravi’s life… caused largely by his own impiety with which he had practiced the “Gayathri Mantra” which, in all honesty and devoutness, Ravi needed to transfer to Krtin… which he did an average job of… bordering on the lousy…

RAGE… no discussion at home… not even a hint that this was coming… except the rant about the 90km daily drive that he has been tirelessly doing over the last 4 years… and the more recent crib about how tired he feels… and how badly he wanted a 2 year sabbatical…and how he cannot complain to his Boss… lest his Boss gives him both “REVITAL – Jiyo Jee Bhar Ke – Kyonki Thakna Mana Hai” and “Hamdard Ka Tonic CINKARA – because this Bechara is Kaam ke Bojh ka Maara”… and moreover… if it is a sabbatical that he wanted, how will this one week really help…

CONFUSION… did he ask his Boss for the vacation…? and could the performance conversation have triggered his plea for the vacation…? or… did his Boss ask him to take a vacation…? or… did Ravi have such a good 6 months at work… or…

JOY… finally… if fortune favoured a turn of tide… and a change of heart… Ravi might just end up lending a helping hand to support Kavya, our daughter, during her exam week – which by some crooked twist of fate, also happens to be the next week…

DEPRESSION… is my JOY short lived…? is he just going to pick up the Pajero and drive off on that week long trip that he has been dreaming about… to the south to Goa… north to Delhi… or east to Hyderabadu and meet all his cousins… or worse, meet mine without me in tow… what will my cousins think of him… and me…?

FEAR… or if the roads are bad because of the monsoons… will he take that adventurous drive west into the Arabian Sea…? I have been worried ever since I woke up with a start the other night… and saw him in the dim of the night, with both his hands flailing in the air as though holding the steering wheel… and pushing his right foot alternately on the wood and steel rims at the two far ends of the bed… and mouthing those ample expletives in Punjabi…? has he started driving in his dreams too…? does the 90km daily drive for 4 years lead to this…? I hope the driving weed hasn’t got to him… UDTA KODUKULA…?

CONCERN… is he really going to go back to work…? if not, in this Fursat Friday, is he going to hint to the world… or worse, write his next obituary of his demise in another corporate… and still worse, will he again use the same ‘Job-Leaving-Last-Day-Message’ which he does a CTRL C, CTRL V of the message that he has used in the last 3 corporates that sacked him… a message in which, only he is interested, and nobody else reads… who the hell has time for colleagues once you have taken a call to quit…? have you ever heard anybody celebrating an “Ex-Colleague Day”…?

TRUST… ok… no problem… he has been slogging real hard… leaves home at 7 in the morning… comes back home after spending almost 3 hours on the road everyday for the last one month… so, what if he wants to take a week’s break…? and gets his cells and tissues back in shape… have seen him completely dedicated to me and the family and his work… 20 years… it has been a great marriage… two kids… a Smartphone… and a Facebook Account… what else can a woman ask for…?

ANTICIPATION… I am sure he will reset his Boss-Banter-Brand equation right during this vacation week… the Boss through whom he sees the rest of his work world… the Banter, the dialogues in the dark, that he has in his job with most his work mates… the Brand, which he has never compromised on, ever since he started his life with Holiday Inn 26 years ago… he definitely needs this week for himself…

After all…

Knowing him… if he hasn’t discussed this with me… you bet… he doesn’t have any plans yet… but you never know… what’s that he keeps talking to me about that science he holds dear to his life – MBTI…? his type being ESFP – you never know when he flies off…

UDTA KODUKULA…

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While I amuse Smee with Robert Plutchik’s Theory of 8 emotions… and add a few of my own…

Happy Weekend…

Ravi Kodukula

PS : Smee – Definitely – I will go back to my job after the vacation…

PLM… and PLT…

Friday, July 08, 2016

Earlier this week, I searched for Facebook filters of the Bangladeshi and Turkish flags… and later in the week, the Taiwanese flags… but apparently, the ‘colour of death’ in the Orient doesn’t seem to fascinate the faithful fascists…

The Business of Terrorism is unfortunately… and pragmatically ‘pregnant with the contrary’…

A few months ago I had a good set of my friends in the virtual space donning the French flag filtered on their Profile Pictures on Facebook… some of them sombre – to go with the mood of the occasion… suitably robed in what would befit a funeral perhaps… but many with smiling faces and in their regular flashy surroundings and happy clothes… don’t really know what they were mourning… or supporting…

Because Terrorism is a naked reality… I am not saying, for once, you should not be robed on your Facebook pictures when you have flag filters on… 

And since forgiving and ‘letting go’ is the new Mantra I am trying hard to embrace… I had let that pass… despite the small little grudge that I continue to hold about the continuing French flag filters… that keeps reminding me of an increasingly niche community of bloggers, writers, speakers, tweeters and a creed of socio-culturists… who have taken to their chosen channels of expressionism and gloss their guns on the not so glossy lives of people in the larger society that they come in contact with…

For example… when I travel in the umpteen cabs around the countryside and occasionally in hinterlands around the world… I am conscious of how lonely my life is… I mean – I am the only guy sitting on the backseat of the car… alone…

So, what do I do…?

I start a conversation… with the only other lonely guy in the cab… sitting at the wheel… alone… driving me through the twists and curls on the left of the road… or these days… whatever is left of the roads owing to the big, grand festival called the Monsoons…

And after a few early exchanges around the place where I am coming from, i.e. the origin of this trip of mine… and if that is my place of domicile and where I hoard my material wealth… and whether I foresee dying at the very place… and what brings me to this place where I am currently being driven… and the exchange around the boon of the weather and the curse of the traffic in Namma Bengaluru… the Beer and Biryani in Mana Hyderabadu… and Shivaji and Pao Bhaji in Aamchi Mumbai…

The conversation turns to – you guessed it – how the cabbie happened to become… a cabbie… a hugely glorifying feat of humble beginnings and the subsequent trials and turbulations of life… that finally brought the cabbie to the doorstep of this conversation with me…

The so, socio-culturally evolved me… who has had similar humble beginnings… and in that instance of sparked recognition of my own state of existence not so long ago… when I was in a very similar job… and how I can understandably share that empathetic glance or demonstrate a visible gesture of relatedness – say through a hug… that people like me (PLM) can have for the people like them (PLT)…

And then there is this unique thing that I discover about cabbies around the country (and New York City, of course)… most cabbies are either first generation immigrants to the cities where they have taken to this profession of driving people around… or the Next Gen citizens of the cities where they live… many speak the language of the land (except in New York City, of course)… and have a fair bit of a grasp of the roads and the by-lanes and your destination – (again, except in New York City)…

Most aspire for their next generation to be better than them… they work hard to ensure their children go to school – English Medium schools as my recent Bengaluru cabbie Pronob proclaimed proudly that his children go to… Pronob is originally from Midnapore in West Bengal and has been in Bengaluru for the last 20 years… and most are becoming aware of the various avenues of borrowing money for the higher education of their children… and how they would not hesitate to borrow…

What does this tell me about how some of the ‘city societies’ evolve… the immigrants come in… have to work harder than the local communities who normally may have either taken things for granted, or may look down upon certain jobs and professions as either burdensome or lower in value chain…

And lo and behold… within a few years, the immigrants make more money and are financially more sound… And the next generation of citizens with all the borrowed moneyed education… have… Been There, Seen It, Done That… and become bloggers, writers, speakers and tweeters…

Since my musings have no malice towards none at all… I am hoping I get away with blogging about my neo-culturist friends (PLM)…

Of importance, I discover, of late, and with my receding white hairline… is how then, that this next ‘having arrived in life’ generation (PLM), has a world view through such conversations with the (PLT)… with cabbies while driving around… with waiters and serving staff in hotels and restaurants… with sales folks that dot the retail stores around the country…

… and, with people affected by brutal Terrorism and other harsh-doings…

With each passing week… sitting here by the grey morning window… I think of PLM and the PLT conversations… and what they bring in for me… a strange feeling of connectedness, relatedness… and empathy…

Will the next generation of PLT be able to sip coffee by a grey morning window and blog about PLM… With No Malice…?

Hmmm…

Happy Weekend…

Ravi Kodukula

Rooney Beagle has a Facebook Page…

Friday, July 01, 2016

Rooney Beagle has a Facebook Page…

With Shikha Trivedi Singh and Rooney Beagle…

https://www.facebook.com/rooney.beagle?fref=ts

Of course… Facebook is the second largest country in the world with more than 1.5 billion citizens… three fifths of whom are dormant… non-tax paying… non-ad surfing and non-revenue generating… and the rest merely spend 50 minutes of their unproductive time every day on an average…

Glossing through the glorifying girth in their lives – like the recent trip taken to the same hills that they went to 15 years ago… and mocking through the mollifying mirth of others who took a trip to the same hills… but in a different boat…

Just that this time, people would have added a few more faces to the frame… a couple of children who happened along the way perhaps… and Rooney

I have 1,800 “friends” on Facebook… Rooney is the only one with 4 legs…

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I was in Ooty in June 1989… doing my summer job (okay – training) at the Taj Savoy during my summer holidays… the job, in fact, hitting two beds with one shovel… one – I get work experience in the industry while I was doing my hotel schooling; and on the other hand – I could always do with some extra money at hand – a princely sum of Rs. 250 per month, to sail through life’s extravagances…

You see… I was heavily into pen-friendship during my college times… and I could boast of writing to and receiving letters from at least 5 or 6 girl pen friends of mine every damned day of my life at that time…

And that cost me a fortune… equally emotionally and rupee-wise…

When I got back home after the holidays in mid July, I was greeted by an added sibling to the family…

Not that my parents suddenly got virile after their 3rd and the last child – my younger sister (younger of the both younger sisters of mine), who was born years before 1989… but here was a small little 4-legger sniffing and smelling a pair of new legs of mine that had come into his adopted home… suddenly…

For Subramaniam Kodukula… his first 20 days of life at my home while I was still in Ooty, were nothing less than a paradise regained… my sisters cleaned, combed and cuddled him everyday… while his facial and body hair was growing owing to genetics… cleaning his faeces needed extra phenyl in the house… his diet needed extra attention… you see, as fate would ordain it, he landed up in a Brahmin Vegetarian home… and that meant some vegetarian dog biscuits…

However, his Veterinarian, Dr. Chugh had some changes quickly made in the family fabric… no – it wasn’t that everybody turned to non-vegetarianism because of the new member of the family… but very immediately, we needed to take care of a tongue twister that plagued Dr. Chugh… he could never get to pronounce Subramaniam… and so, the first change in Subramaniam Kodukula’s life – was a little more anglicised and urban version – Chubby

Well… it was still better than Tommy – the most generic name for a dog in India… or John Doe – the equivalent synonym for a corporate canine…

Chubby grew up to be exactly that… Chubby… his pedigree as a German Spitz gave him a continental European arrogance… yet he was humbly grounded owing to his Indian, Brahminical, Vegetarian moorings…

As a younger sibling – born 2 decades after I was… Chubby did me proud in more ways than one… well evolved on his relationship management – particularly with my mother… highly advanced on his analytical and lateral thinking skills… Chubby was a ‘1’ rater on the Performance and Potential grid… year over year…

And the best part… he was well controlled on his bowels and bladder…

Chubby’s MBTI (Myers Briggs Type Indicator) profile was ENFJ… Quite Extraverted (E), he would make friends easily… he would be the first to introduce himself by wagging his tail in a group of friends… i.e. the other dogs on the street when he went about his structured (J) ablutions in the morning, afternoon and in the evening… Chubby would have Intuitive (N) conversations with them… and would take most of his decisions from his heart (F) – rather than his head…

Quite different than my own Personality Type… but Chubby and I spent those 8 years together that we did… like Brothers In Arms…

Chubby lived in the pre internet era… he had great ideas about how the future canine world would be different than the 386, 486 and the Pentium chip world that he grew up in… he envisaged a world where the entire canine brethren of his would one fine day, be “connected” through a virtual, digital world… something that he had fairly early on wanted to name – the Tailbook

In his growing up years, Chubby had heard of another 4 legger (at least at that time while he was still growing up)… called Mark Z… albeit in a different distant world… who eventually founded and gave shape to what Chubby visualised during his lifetime…

Mark Z called it Facebook… in 2004… 7 years after Chubby breathed his last… a close cry to Chubby’s pioneering thinking around social networking and digital connect… alas… he did not live to see his thinking turn into a pandemic…

Chubby came home when I was not home… he went away in early September 1997 when I was not home… the same day when Mother Theresa breathed her last… and when I was on an official trip to Sydney, down-under…

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Chubby’s soul and spirit live on… in all the 4 leggers who have a digital existence on Facebook… like Rooney Beagle… who, in all the fullness of time, is immortalised by his parents… my good friends Shikha and Gaurav Singh…

I have recently extended my digital paw to Rooney… he has accepted my “Friend” request… as he grows up to have bigger paws and expands his Social Network… I am hoping I would get to know a lot more digital paws that I haven’t known before…

Yes… Rooney Beagle has a Facebook Page…

Happy Weekend…

Ravi Kodukula