Sunday, October 19, 2008

Conflict Management

A reality check:

At the outset I would like to make it clear that I’m no expert on managing conflicts. I have had my share of conflicts and it hasn’t always been that I have come out a winner, a loser or somewhere between the former two. So in effect I’m just giving the hypothetical third party arbitrator’s view on the below case and how he would have dealt with it.

A hypothetical case in point:

Two colleagues at an office wrangle over an issue. The colleagues in question are the team lead and his team member. Let us call these guys, respectively, TL and TM.

The issue is whether certain software codes are required to be changed because of a request from the onsite team. While the TM meant the correct code to be changed he was less than clear in his email when saying so, the TL on the other pointed out this lapse as though this is what the TM does all the time. And this led to a slew of emails exchanged between the two which become harsher by the minute.

Moreover, the TM has always had a feeling that the TL believes himself to be infallible while being curt through his actions and thus disrespectful to him all the while expecting TMs to respect him. The TL on the other hand has always felt that the TM hasn’t respected his authority enough and has questioned him unnecessarily. The TL has his share of insecurities playing hard rugby inside his head all the while being in denial of this just to cover up and therefore moves on with the assumption that nothing is wrong and no one is seeing. The TM, like his TL, had his own insecurities brought out by his ambivalence about his future goals and prospects. The intermingling of these insecurities is the recipe, but not quite the absolute recipe, for the clash that took place two weeks ago though the seeds where sown long before the d-day of clash.

The two parties approached the arbitrator separately and apprised him of the clash while describing their respective side of the story.

Arbitrator’s hypothetical prognosis & diagnosis (with added theoretical facts/assumptions):

I (arbitrator) being the third party and so neutral decided to call in a common meeting to ascertain facts and fix the reason and probably find an amicable end to the conflict. During the meeting I came out with two questions to be answered by the warring parties.

1. Was it the confusion over the immediate task that led to the clash? So does that mean the conflict is a recent development?
2. Was it a clash between personalities/styles, which given the difference of opinion on the immediate task at hand, snow-balled into something much more substantial and debilitating for the team as a cohesive unit? So does that mean the conflict has dragged along for a longer time?

The clash involved email exchanges that became harsher with every exchange over a mere 10 minute period while both the parties sat just 5-10 feet from each other. A pebble of confusion rolled down a precipice into a round boulder of immense size, crushing all the elements of professional decency and credibility of both the parties involved. The emails mostly included accusations and counter accusations which pointed each others failings with regard to a trivial issue that could have been resolved over a single phone call. The phone call might have as well been replaced or complimented by a one on one meeting.

A phone call could have been made by either of the parties when the task based confusion erupted, but wasn’t made because of the mistrust that had enveloped their relationship. And the fact that the two had not spoken to each other over the months indicated that both the parties knew of the impending clash in one way or the other and this inevitability of the future resulted in they taking hard stances just to prove their point when the opportunity arose.

The TM had no hesitation in saying that the above two questions were in fact related and should be seen in union. The TM believed that it was indeed the personality/style factor that brought out the initial phase of conflict, a good couple of months back. The second phase, according to him, involved the confusion over the immediate task and the final phase was the transforming of the task based confusion back into the personality/style clash.

On the other hand, the TL was of the opinion that there was no personality/style clash in the first place. He said that he did not realize that there indeed was a conflict raging between him and his TM over the past couple of months. All he was bothered with was the harsh and thus disrespectful language used by the TM in the emails and that was his whole raison d’etre to come to the meeting.

Therefore, the two parties had a difference of opinion on what led to this final clash and what should be looked at as the correct prognosis and hence the ensuing diagnosis. Was it the email chain per se or was it the mistrust that had been seething under the carpet for over two months? And even when the email per se was treated as the sole cause, the parties couldn’t or wouldn’t agree on the point where the exchanges turned anything but task based disagreement, which is highly acceptable in a professional atmosphere.

Arbitrator’s hypothetical treatment:

I see this issue can be resolved in multiple ways and the best way forward depends on whether the warring parties want to reconcile and get on with life. In fact the TM has said that he wants to do so and wants things be as they were 2 months ago when the two parties had an almost ideal professional relationship. The TL, however, does not see where he has gone wrong and keeps harping on the email per se without realizing that he may have sent the wrong message to the TM through his recalcitrant attitude.

However, being the third party, I would not like to take partisan stance in favor of either of the two simply because both the parties are equally important for the smooth functioning of the team and hence for the delivery of quality deliverables to the client. Both in fact have strong points which I will consider more important than their few and far between weaknesses.

So here are the options:
• Status quo: Let things be as it is and let the two warring factions continue fighting their flimsy battles. A plausible option where the friction boils down to such high levels at which one of the two gives in. However possible, this isn’t a good option.
• Move one: Move one of the two to another team and hence be a traditional 20th century arbitrator. An implausible solution because of current reality of no new vacancies in other teams and hence ruled out.
• Change the status quo: The two parties reconcile and get on with the work with a new arrangement which respects each party’s sensibilities and opinions. An Ideal and a workable solution.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Tsunami

December 26th 2004 has gone into history books as one of the most infamous days for the large scale human tragedy caused by the Tsunami that struck that day. The tsunami that caused havoc across much of world had its impact in the southern part of India too. And I was there in the very tip of the Indian state of Tamil Nadu in Kanyakumari, to be precise, to witness first hand the wrath of Mother Nature.

In December of 2004 I was working for TCS, Chennai and since it was a long weekend, I and my then colleague decided to go on a whirlwind tour of southern Tamil Nadu. This was a totally unplanned trip and what a whirlwind trip it turned out to be. Upon reaching Kanyakumari I and my friend decided to head to the famous Vivekananda Rock Memorial, which was on a small island just of the coast - just 10 minutes boat ride away from the mainland. Sharp 10:00AM we were in the queue to board the boat that would carry us to the island. The ocean waters were as calm as it could get and we did not even have the slightest inkling of what was about to come our way.

On reaching the island we had a quick look around the place. We looked at the Meditation hall- where it is said Swami Vivekananda attained his enlightenment, had our snaps taken and bought our souvenirs from the souvenir shop, and went around the hall to have a 360 degree view of the island, which was put smack in the middle of the Indian Ocean. After a good one hour or so we were all set to leave when the word-of-mouth message came in from the boat operators that a low tide was coming our way and hence the boat would not come to pick us up until the high tide returned and to add a slight twist to the tale, one of the operator in fact to went on to say that that was quite normal. So no one bothered. An hour later, however, things started to change.

The low tide transformed into something more phenomenal. Within a matter of few seconds the ocean was devoid of water. The crowd of around 600 people let a huge sigh in astonishment. We all could see the bare earth with the algae and other sea plants lying flat on the ground. It is at this point the operators became clueless and could not give a straight answer as to what was happening. And just then I received a call from my father from Bangalore that an earthquake had struck off the coast of the Indonesia and it was speculated in the news channels that a tsunami was on its way towards India. My father actually wanted to warn me not to go near any beach/coastlines. But when I said that I was already on the rock, he froze asking us to get out of there as soon as possible. All I could say to him was that I and my friend would do so ASAP though I knew that would not be possible until the boat came back for us. Then the mobile signal went dead.

The next second we saw something foamy white in color rushing towards the Thiruvallvar statue which was a good 50-100 meters away from the rock on which we were standing. The foamy white colored wave came crashing into the statue, the rock and then moved towards the mainland. One moment the ocean was empty and the next moment with that huge wave the ocean was replenished to the max. But there was more to come. The waters receded back again in a jiffy only to repeat the foamy white display all over again with a even bigger sized wave. This second wave, we approximated to be around 40-60 feet in height, hit the rock hard splashing water over people who were on the left side of the rock. All the people, except one who was recording every moment of Mother Nature’s fury on his handy cam, in the vicinity came running helter-skelter towards right side of the rock where I and my colleague were standing. The wave then continued on to batter the coastline as hard as it could give. We saw small buildings tumble like a pack of cards and we even thought the distant church would also fall prey to the wave. The wave, after having bounced of the coastline, returned back with debris, which included our long awaited boat, smashed in to smithereens, and another huge boat dragged into the heart of the ocean and with that raising our anxiety levels.

The next thing I heard was my phone ring. I told my father that I was on the rock and was in no position to leave it soon. The call got disconnected and my phone starts buzzing again. It was my brother this time. He informs me that the Air Force was on its way for rescue efforts and the local administration would be soon dropping food packets. Well, well, well, I and my colleague thought, this wasn’t what we had expected and all the fun and exhilarating stuff we were having was gradually turning out into dream gone bad.

Around 12.30 PM we saw a small canoe, with a couple of local fisherman braving the fickle tides, come over to the rock from the mainland with food packets, just as my brother had said. What came next was one of the most disgusting sights I have ever seen. People went wild, jumping and climbing over each other to grab packets of food, though there was plenty of such packets which were provided by church which was being battered by the waves just a few minutes ago. We had hardly been on the rock for 2.5 hours and people acted as though they had gone hungry for more than a year. Food was spilt all over the place. People had sullied the picturesque rock with their filthy behavior and yet they did not hesitate to scoff at the administration for being “late”. This sordid display of human greed lasted a good hour or so and then when the “animals” had exhausted their energies they decided to take a breather. “Animals” dispersed in different directions with a lucky few finding a comfortable place under the shadow of the memorial’s roof. An eerie silence that followed lasted for an endless few hours and was only disturbed by the rotor blades of an IAF rescue copter descending from the distant sky across the mainland.

People, correctly sensing that the copter was there for their rescue decided to throng the area on the rock where they felt the copter would mostly likely land. To everyone’s dismay the chopper pilot did not land and at ‘that’ spot but moved on to land in another place in a different angle. Seeing this few in the crowd went restless – all the while running from here to there. One lady went berserk, crying and yelling at the hapless authorities to rescue her and her child. Sensing that her nervousness will transmit an airborne disease of panic across the rock, I and my friend decided to calm her down. We took her to a corner of the island to soothe her nerves. In this we indeed succeeded and while other people were going helter-skelter about what was going on, the day was coming to a close and it was well past 7:00 PM.

While I and my colleague were seeing this spectacle of people scurrying from one place to another, I got a call from brother who said that the copter pilot, who is a colleague of my brother in the Air Force, had decided to call off permanently the rescue mission because he could not find a suitable spot to perform the rescue maneuvers. It is then that I my colleague decided to take the canoe which was sent by the local administration as an alternative to the copter for the rescue mission and which was overlooked by all the people on the island as a safe way to reach back the mainland. I and my friend and few other men boarded the small canoe and were taken back to the shoreline around 7:30 PM.

What a relief it was to be back on the mainland. And to our astonishment the boatman gave us thumbs up by appreciating me and my friend for having been brave enough to take the canoe instead of waiting for the copter all the while knowing that the tide was fickle. I and my colleague looked at each other, had a chuckle and believed that we were darn lucky to be alive that day.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Shantaram by Gregory Roberts

The last book I read was Shantaram, a recollection of facts with whole lot of fiction by the Australian author. The book is lucidly written and makes for interesting reading throughtout its 900+ pages. The story of Lin-baba or Shantaram takes the protaganist from his Australian prison high walls to Mumbai and from Mumbai to Afganistan and then back to Mumbai, where the story ends.

The charcters that make the book are extremes and yet lovable to the core. If Prabhaker was the ever smiling chap in the book, Kaderbhai was the ever so calm and dominant one who controls everyone through his mesmerising words and daring actions. If Abdul Ghani was the ultimate traitor, Karla was the ultimate seductress and qouter of qoutes.

The book traces the protaganist's encounters of affairs, friendships, enimities, horrors and happiness, all with a mirror to his own past before he jumped the high walls of the Australian prison. He is the yaaro ka yaar and dushmano ka dushman. He is the quinessential hero who sees and experiences everything and anything without regrets even if it means he is on the wrong side of the law while being beside his pals from the Mumbai underworld or being a doctor treating the slum dwellers while having no qualification whatsoever.

So in effect the book is the story about the adventurous one within each one of us. Read the book to know what your heart always wanted to be...