Thursday, November 29, 2007

Bottom of the Pyramid - Aravind Eye care System

In his famous book titled "fortune at the bottom of pyramid", C K Prahlad enumerates with help of case studies how fortune can be made by serving people at the bottom of economic and social pyramid (BOP). He pools in examples from developing countries across the world to show case the strength of business innovations in making seemingly unattractive consumption group of poor yield unthinkably high profit. To quote him, "The problems at BOP are not new. However they represent a new challenge….. the solutions must be affordable, easy to use for low literacy, and available."

Innovations cold be in terms of processes, procedures or product (and its delivery). He has included more than two dozen examples from India. One of the most successful such innovations is Aravind Eye Care system, which provides gift of vision to more than 12 lakh patients every year at costs 100 times less than developed world, and does all of with a profit which even the best hospitals in India do not make.

Aravind Eye care system, which was established by Dr. G Venkataswamy (fondly called Dr. V) in 1976 at Madurai (TN, India), treats more than 13 Lakh patients and conducts more than 2 Lakh surgeries every year through its series of 3 hospitals and around 1500 rural camps. Its standard of medical care certified as top quality by independent bodies like UK Health survey puts it in the league of best in world (some say it is best in world). It is speedy (minimum 10000 patients per day); efficient (each doctor does around 25 surgeries in half day), and dirt cheap (Cost wise it is 1/100 th of a similar surgery in USA). To top it all, it is hugely profitable (Rs. 21 Crores net profit in 2005 achieved with no grant money involved).

Productivity per Medical Officer of Aravind Eye Care system is at least six times more than other doctors working with Public or private clinics/ hospitals in India, and perhaps highest in the world. There are colleges and research centers of the institute doing cutting-edge research in ophthalmology. All this achieved while serving with a simple mission – of eradicating needless blindness, first in the state of Tamilnadu and then in India.

The book tells us two main factors lying behind success of the system are– its inspirational leadership and ability to constantly innovate. Dr. V, a Padmashree awardee, has been a constant source of inspiration for all staff. Innovation at Arvind Eye Care has come in area of processes (screening off at camps, and parallel operations by single doctor), product delivery (quality paramedics trained inhouse, low cost but scientifically designed movement system for patients cutting the time and space requirements), and quality (improvements in higher end products and medical procedures, reducing aftermaths).

In another case study on leadership published by ICFAI, leadership style for business and social ventures has been put into three categories – Charismatic, Hands on, and Inspirational. The case writer had put Dr. V under the last category of leaders, and narrated an anecdote to explain his point.

Dr. V worked like there won't be any tomorrow. He had a senior member called Dr. Bala responsible for all rural camps. One day, Dr. Bala came back suffering from fever and infection from a far-off rural camp. It was morning time when surgeries are started. No doctor can afford to take leave from this responsibility at Arvind Eye Care. Dr. V, as was usual at the day-start at 7 AM, was taking round of hospital. He saw Dr. Bala, who was supposed to be getting ready for surgery, lying on a bed herself. Dr. V asked what happened to her. She answered she caught infection and had fever at the rural camp and was taking rest. Dr. V said, "I have fever of 104° F. How much is yours?" She got up and performed that day so many successful operations that she made a world-record. She has fever of 102° F. Dr. V was aged around 80 years then.

BoP captures few other similar stories. These anecdotes have woven a culture of purpose, ethics, respect, and excellence at the hospital. Attitude to serve is given highest weightage and no deviation to the rule "speak with patients in soft tone" is tolerated. Girls from big joint families and specially those who have had the experience of taking care of their younger siblings or children of relatives are considered better candidates for nursing jobs. These, and many other such native wisdom has helped the hospital to grow organically, remain profitable and excel in its continuous delivery of quality medical care to all. Around 40% of its patients are given free treatment, but the hospital doesn't do it as charity. It earns profit on rest 60% and cross-subsidizes the BoP. It is the world's largest, most respected, and most productive system of eye care that boasts of world class outcomes. But what is the most satisfying of all this to its founders is the fact that the clientele it serves comes from Bottom of the Pyramid. The fortune, not only monetarily but in terms of social capital as well, has been successfully incubated and delivered under this system, concludes C K Prahlad.

My Grandma, Trishul, and Amitabh Bachhan

My grandmother was born in 1911, the year Delhi was chosen over kolkata to be India's capital. She lived through many important historic events, and died two years after Indira Gandhi's Death in 1984. Incidentally, Indira was born in 1919.

Grandma was a good cook. That defines how my mother knows to make world class pickles so well. Grandma was a hard task master, my father and my uncle (who is 7 years younger to my father) tell me. I have seen little of her (I was small when she passed away). From limited of what is left of her remembrances, I knew her to have weak memory (which my father confirms is untrue), to have skin full of wrinkles (which my eldest aunt tells is as big a change as can come to any person - basically she means that my grandmother had the best skin in the world). I knew her to be a religious person, someone who always used to carry a hand-fitted pouch carrying garland with 108 beads. she will rotate it regularly for hours between her middle finger and thumb, chanting silently the name of Shiva with rotation of every bead. She was rather sharp and alert for her age, and our attempts to take out anything from kitchen use to be a waste if she was in the kitchen. We tried even when she was in her prayers. Failure met us.

My father was, and continues to be, very fond of Amitabh Bachhan. In the story of my grandmother the fact just mentioned shall not matter. But it did.

My grandmother was, being from a pre-cinema era, not exactly in sync with what cinema was about. "Perhaps few evil images playing here-n-here" she use to lament. But it changed one day. She heard that Shyam cinema hall is playing "Trishul" in four shows. My father, who was in college and was a keen follower of whats happening in which hall, came and informed all-n-sundry his plan of watching the movie on sunday that week. My grandmother asked what he was talking about. My father said it was about trishul. She said she will also come to watch. Huh!

Preparations started. My mother - her trusted lieutenant - was given responsibility of arranging the accompaniments. As per instruction, a prayer plate and candles, incense stick, flowers, sindoor (vermillon) and small shiva-linga were araanged neatly in a dolchi (bamboo carry bag). A rikshaw-puller was ordered to take the ladies. Since so pious a ceremony was planned, it was thought better that the rikshaw-driver drives the rikshaw bare-footed. He obliged.

So, Trishul (starring Amitabh Bachhan) was watched over, very religiously and with anticipation of Shiva's arrival in every next scene. Alas, that was not to be. The candles were kept ready, the prayer-plate decorated and the shiva-linga washed and dried - all to be bowed to. My grandma waited. When the film came to an end, she said - "look, I told you na! Indeed the evil images playing here-n-here".

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Bachpan ke khel - 3

My Sister's addition to Bachpan ke khel:

Bahut maja aaya padhne me. Sachmuch bachpan me pahuch gaye the. Kitne achche the wo din. Tumhari memory bhi kamal ki hai itni chije yad kaise aa gayi. Hope kai din lage honge sabko sanjone me. Jo bhi hai good job. Jab se padhe hain to jo chijein chhoot gayi hain unhe yad karne ki koshis kar rahe hain. Kuch khel to yaad bhi aaye hai jaise:

1. Rang rang - rang rang rang tujhe kon si pasand bolo kaisa rang. kuchh yaad aaya . raja ke bataye rang ko pakarna hota tha nahi to pakre jate the.

2. Sikkar - jisme pakre gaye log kari me jurte jaate the.

3. Chor sipahi - jisme do group hota tha ek choro ka ur dusra sipahiyon ka. Tum ur niraj leader hua karte the aur hum sab tumhare subordinates hawaldar ya phir chota chor. Kagaj ki dunali banduk yad hai jo sirf tumhe hi aati thi banani.

Baris ke dino ke hamare indoor games

4. Kona kona - hamara baraamda (verandah) kitna perfect tha is game ke liye, kona kona kaun kona? anshu kona haaaa.........

5. Chor sipahi raja mantra - Yeh to yaad hi hoga

6. Panch gotiya - Paanch patthar ki gotiyon aur ungliyon-hatheli ka khel. Ladkiyaan acchha khelati thin, ladke nahin kar paate the woh sab.

(Shilpa Bhardwaj's addition: Tumhara blog Dekha Anshul, Bada pyara hai. What about "Gitte"? Wo jo 5 gitte khelte hain, ucchaal ke pakadte hain? Yaad hai?)

7. Aur wo benaam khel jo lichi ke beejon se khelate the hum.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Bachpan ke khel - 2

KUCHH KHEL BACHPAN KE:

1. Aais paais / Dhappa - sau ki ginti tak sab bachhon ke chhupane ka intezaar, phir khoj, dikh jaane pe aais-paais, peeche se koi bacchha peeth pe haule se 'dhappa' kahe to phir se chor.

2. Denga-paani - Denga pe dono paanv to surakhshit, paani mein khatra. Agar chor ne paani mein chhoo diya to aap chor

3. Vish-amrit - baaith gaye to bach gaye. Khade hue aur chor ne chhoo diya to aap chor. Aap baithe hue se khade tabhi ho sakte hain jab koi aapko amrit de (sar pe dheeme se chhooke).

4. Ghar- ghar, Mummy-papa - Domesticity in childhood

5. Budhiya kabaddi/ langadi kabbadi – kabbaddi, when you are allowed only on one leg

6. Nua-ghariya/ Kit-kit – played with a small clay-goti, on floor or ground. You have to cross few intercrossing lines without stepping on them.

7. Pitto / bum-pastic – Pitto is played with clay-goti and ball. You have to unstuck the gotis with ball, and restack them before opposition hits you with the ball again.

8. chidiya-ud-kauwa-ud-gaay-ud-pakde gaye-out – self explanatory with exapmle. Put your finger on table, raise only if the object being spelt out can actually fly. Otherwise, you are out.

9. statue – The classical game…… sab jaante hain na.

10. dash-kosh-single-bulbul-master – Main bhool gaya ki kaise khelate the. Bas ye paanch shabd yaad hain.

Aur bhi yaad aayega, to batore laaoonga yahan.

Bachpan ke khel

Bachpan khelon mein guzra. Masoom khel, bina taam jhaam wale khel..... Saabhaar un 'unsung creators' ko jinhone mere bachpan ke kitne pyaare pyaare pal mujhe diye.... Thanks to all such poets.

Neeche kuchh yaadein sameti hain maine. Padhiye aur bataiye kuchh yaad aa raha hai ya bhool gaye sab.

1. Motu seth sadak pe late
Gaadi aayi Phat gaya pate
Gaadi ka numbertwenty eight
gaadi pahunchi India gate
India gate mein the sipahi
motuseth ki hui pitaai

2. Poshampa bhai poshampa
Daakiye ne kya kiya
100 rupaye ki ghadi churayi
50 rupaye ki rabdi khayi
Ab to jail mein jaana padega
jail ki roti khani padegi
jail ka paani peena padega
-ek-do-teen-

3. Machhali jal ki raani hai
jeevan iska paani hai
Haath lagao darr jayegi
Bahar nikaalo mar jayegi

4. mama mama bhookh lagi
kha le beta moong phali
Moongphali mein daana nahin
hum tumhare mama nahin.

5. phholmati- phoolmati, Khol de kiwaad
Saaton bhaiyaDu-a-re thhaar

Phoolmati- phoolmati, na khol kiwaad
Dusht rak-chhasDu-a-re thhaar
(Courtesy: My late NAANI)

6. Jhooth bolna paap hai
nadi kinare saanp hai
kali maiyya aayegi
tumko utha le jayegi...

7. aaj somvar hai, chuhe ko bukhar hai
chuha gaya doctor ke pass,
doctor ne lagayi sui, chula bola oiii

8. aalu-kachalu beta kaha gaye the
bandar ki jhopdi mein so rahe the
bandar ne laat maari ro rahe the
mummy ne paisa diya has rahe the
Baba ne daant lagaayi ro rahe the
Papa ne laddoo diya ga rahe the

9. titlee udi, ud ke chali
phool ne kaha
aaja mere paas
titli kahe
main chali aakas

10. chanda mama door ke
puye pakaye gud ke
aap khaye thali mein
munne ko de pyali mein
munna gaya rooth
thaali gayi phhoot

11. Akkad-bakkad bambe-bo
Assi nabbe poore sau
Sau mein laga taaga
Chor nikal ke bhaaga

12. Atkan chatkan dahi chatakan
............... (kya hai yahan pe, yaad nahin aa raha)
bar phule barela phule
saawan mein karela phule

13. Okka bokka teen talokka
Laau laathi chandan kaathi
chandana ke naam ka
Puchuk- (sound produced when you hit your blown up cheek)

14. Baithe baithe kya karoge
karna hai kuchh kaam
Shuru karo antakhshari
leke hari ka naam

15. ekai ke chakdum
makai ke laawa
ek laawa ghat ge-e-l
bachwa ulat ge-e-l

Aur yaad aaya to likhunga.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Rajnish Pankaj is no more !

The first time I met him, he was in his second year (2006) at IRMA. I was visiting campus after a gap of one year and went to see my rooms. I lived in my first year in Block F- Room No. 34 (F-34) and in second year at F-28. Co-incidentally heoccupied both rooms in similar fashion. We connected, instantly.
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Having qualified as Company Secretary and taken Chartered Accountancy tillmid-course, at the age of 23 he got interested in management education. Hejoined IRMA by selecting it over other management institutes. He said in one of his meetings with me, "IRMA is quite in fit with my nature and outlook".What he meant was, perhaps, his amiable nature, his attitude towards
his unassuming attitude towards life. He was finance whiz-kid of his batch, a good teacher for pre-exam awakers, and a die hard IRMA-mess regular.
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Last time we met was during MILAAP (Jan 2007). He was then with ICICI Bank at Mumbai. As was usual for someone who felt strongly for IRMA, he took leave and attended the program all throughout. He was looking after risk management in ICICI bank, and shared with me what and how he plans to improve the risk modeling of assets in the Bank. He formed part of the risk team there with another IRMAn (Sreekanth from PRM21) and was doing quite well.
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He had a small built, but was quite energetic. I, for all interactions I had with him, never had any reason to doubt his health. So, when Mathuranand (PRM25 and my colleague) broke the sad news, I thought he is mistaking the identity. I wish I was correct.
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It is difficult to believe that he is gone; not because he was dear one, but because the way it happened is so unbelievable. I have read he was checked at the airport and was cleared for boarding by the medical team there. Post-mortem has not revealed any further. Was there anything that we could have done to avoid what happened! I have no clue.
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My ears ring with his parting remarks at Milaap, "My train leaves few hours early. No problems. We will meet again soon. Bye" Alas, that never happened. His train has left quite early. May his soul rest in peace.
- Anshul (PRM22)

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Jagjit, Bhades-ism and Saturday evening

Its really after a very long time that I am relaxing on a saturday evening, alone, with Jagjit's ghazal playing in background.......

Gaanth Agar lag jaaye to phir, rishte ho ya dor
Laakh karein koshish khulane mein waqt to lagta hai

Don't be surprised, I am in office..... but no body else is. The last man left around an hour ago. My home is hardly 10 minutes from here, and no body is there waiting. So, I give a hoot to where I am. Its an amazing feeling to listen and relive best days of my life (rings: hotel california.....)

Gulshan ki faqat phoolon se nahin kaanton se jeenat hoti hai
Jeene ke liye is duniya mein gham ki bhi zarurat hoti hai

Ai waiz-e-nadaan karta hai tu ek kayamat ka charcha
Yahan roz nigahein milti hain yahan roz kamayat hoti hai

Rajan se shaam ko baat ho rahi thi. Wo bhi acche mood mein tha. Humne apni bhojpuri-vajjika ke shabd-saamrtya ko tatola aur flying colours se pass hue. Some examples:

Anthiyana (ignore), bitta (measure of finger-length), dhanmanana (unstable walking), kankanaana (shiver), chharapana (to climb over a wall), chhardewali (boundary-wall), ballu-ballu (you know), belchatta (bald), dharkna (to flow, to come down), bila jana (to get lost), dhahat-dhimlhat (getting ok, somehow), tagharna (when drops come one by one) ....... chalo, baaki ke kabhi alag se post karunga.....

Abhi ke liye itna hi. Meri pasandida gazal aa rahi. Don't want disturbance.

Koi dost hai na rakeeb hai
Tera shaher kitna ajeeb hai

Main kise kahoon mere saath chal
Yahan sabke sar pe saleeb hai

Yahan kiska chehara padha karun
Yahan kaun itna kareeb hai......

Meaning in English:

No friend for me, no enemy
Your city is stranger to me

Whom to ask to walk along
everybody's head Cross is on

faces tell no story, or writing is so fine
I can't read, they are so alien

- Anshul

Monday, September 03, 2007

I am writing again. But differently.

Its one thing that I have started writing again (poems, I mean). Its another that their nature and range has changed. Now, I write more trivenis (a couplet followed by third line with a twist) and less poems. I write more chhote-sher (small couplets) than long rhymes. Its good to try and use less words to convey more. Like one of piyush's triveni (waqt khusq tha, aankhein nam....... khat ne bataya)....... but, u lose the beauty of language that comes from being verbose (remembers Jeeves and Woosters of P G wodehouse....... "and that is how I have been all my life. Ask any cat with whom I have had dealings what sort of a chap I am cat-wise, and it will tell you that I am a thoroughly good egg in whom complete confidence can safely be placed......."

U can blame it on many things. Time compartmentalisation. Life Style change. Professional-acclaimatization of thinking-style. Changes due to age/ period. Changes that technology has brought. The way I have evolved. The language that I communicate in today. All of it.

What you do, you become!

I read quite a long back that what one does one becomes. I mean, the personality is shaped by your profession. So, it is safe to stereotype a salesman as a talker, a restaurant owner to be hospitable, an accountant to be calculative, a store manager to be bin-counter, a banker to be money-minded, a teacher to be patient and instructive, a share-broker to be intuitive (or impulsive).........

Why this topic on my blog. Because I have seen two phases of my professional life - one with Bank, other with Development Agencies. Both have defined my personality in distinctly identifiable way. And the latest one, the bank, seems to be doing it rather ferociously and perhaps long-lastingly. Good or bad is a matter of being judgemental, and me being the subject, I am unable to be. However, Objectivity tells me that the shaping up process is for my good. Fingers crossed till a next change, after which I will look at this phase dispassionately and weigh it with what I had, what I got and lost, and what I kept for posterity.

Hmm..... Balance sheet analysis, very banker-like.........

You got my point, I hope.

First play at Prithvi, Mumbai

Today went to see a play at Prithvi Theatres in Mumbai. The play was named "One small day" (directed by Jayant Kriplani) ..... the experience of watching the live performance was good. Play was moderately average, if that much could be said about it. Overall, I will remember the experience because of the theatre...... which is a really nice one...... Not the play. Next time I want to go to NCPA, Mumbai.......