Friday, June 30, 2006

R.I.P. Randy Walker

It’s a sad day for my beloved alma mater.

I just found out that Randy Walker, Head Coach of the famed Northwestern Football Team (passed away this afternoon (evening in Evanston). Walker came to NU in 1999 from Miami of Ohio and just had his contract extended till 2011. Some of my best moments in college were at NU games. In fact, I'll never forget upsetting Michigan State my freshman year to go 4-0 and climb as high as #14 in the nation. That was my first collegiate football game as a student and it was an incredible feeling to know that I’d made the best decision of my life coming to Northwestern. My parents, who are Mich State alums, were at the game and we had bet a steak dinner at Pete Millers (very nice, very $$$). I also remember incredible NU games where we upset Wisconsin (ranked #14 at the time) my junior year and Ohio State my senior year when we rushed the field and tried, without success, to tear down the goalposts. I traveled to Detroit for the Motor City Bowl in 2003 and went to the Big House for the Michigan game in Ann Arbor my senior year. Last year Walker led the team to the Sun Bowl, where we lost to UCLA. Randy Walker did incredible things with our beleaguered football team, and the Northwestern community will miss him dearly.

At a school where die-hard sports fans are few and far between, I definitely considered myself one of them. When most of the student population was too hungover or studious to wake up at 8:00 AM to tailgate for an 11:00 AM game, I was always in someone's lawn, standing in the rain eating undercooked eggs, drinking keg beer and painting my face with a huge purple "N." I went to Northwestern games (football and basketball) early in the season before any students had arrived. While others wasted their time studying, I was indulging in the true American college experience and Randy Walker was a big part of that. He also lived right on campus and I would see him walking his dog in the area around my fraternity house.

Randy Walker was the first Wildcats coach to guide the team to four seasons with at least six wins since C.M. Hollister in 1899-1902. For a team, and school, that has a reputation for sucking a lot, Walker led Northwestern to a share of the Big Ten title in 2000, and then took us to 2 more bowl games, somewhat changing the perception of the Northwestern “Mildcats.”

Man, those were good times. Thanks, Randy.


Randy Walker (1952 - 2006)

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Reactions to voicemail entry

So there were some reactions/criticizms after my last entry about the lack of vociemail in India:

"Nate, so you're telling me that the CEO of IndiaIT doesn't have voicemail?!"

No, that's exactly true. First off, I have never called the CEO's cell phone directly so I can't say whether he has voicemail on his cell phone or not, but I'm gonna find out. He does, however, have a personal assistant who takes messages for him. If you were to call the number on his business card, you would get his secratary, Malliga, who would take a message and relay it to the Big Man. There are probably 15 people in the entire company of 55,000 who have personal secretaries (1 in every 3,700 or so), so they reap the benefits of voicemail without technically having the service. Everyone else is out of luck.

"Nate, my name is Scott and I live and work with you in India and I think that the lack of voicemail is partially made up for with SMSing and the practice of calling those from whom you've missed calls."

While Scott has a point, I don't believe that these alternate methods of leaving message are sufficient. First off, if you are a busy manager towards the top of a pyramid that is the horendous bureacracy of a big business, it is very difficult to call back every person who tried to call you when you were busy. If I were that person, I might operate in a few ways. I might think that if it the message is really that important, they will call back and find me when I'm available to talk. Also, not all phone calls require two-way communication. Let me put it this way, if I'm calling someone to remind them to do something, as I do several hours of each day, a voicemail would suffice. A return call is not necessarily required, so from an efficiency standpoint, the lack of voicemail adds a layer of communication which can mean an additional day or two to create action from communication. Creating action is, after all, the goal of business communication.


Despite my criticisms, I will say this: the mobile connectivity abilities in India are FAR more reliable than that of the US. I think about 75% of Northwestern University buildings do not get service indoors, yet in India, where practically every other facet of infrastructure is at least 30 years behind, I have never had a domestic call cut out. I have had a few international calls cut, but I've noticed that those are mostly to the US, where I can attribute the call failure to outdated telecommunications technology still being used.

It's not that India would not benefit from voicemail, or that the technology isn't available. The reason for the absense is, as one reader justly pointed out, the lack of demand for the function within India. It's that simple. No barrier exists, but neither does the desire. Hopefully MNC's in India, as well as blogs, will spark the revolution.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

"At the beep, please hang up and call again in half an hour"

I think if you asked any of my friends they would say I'm a fairly positive person. I think I do a better job than most at not to let the trials and tribulations of life, even in India, get me down. But I'm only human, and every human being needs to vent from time to time. Brace yourself.

I don't think I've uttered a pessimistic word against India or IndiaIT in the (almost) 12 months I've been living and working in Bangalore. Well, folks, this unbelievable streak of optimism ends today with my first (public) gripe: the absurd lack of voicemail in India.

Upon receiving my Indian cell phone, I immediately recognized this odd absence as a deficiency of the professional culture within India. And for whatever reason, that notion was dismissed just as quickly as one of the first instinctual qualities to leave my being as I was assimilated into Bangalore. The effects of a no-voicemail culture are many, but I’ll be brief.

When working in the United States, it is proper office etiquette to at least put your cell phone on silent, especially when a meeting. Not allowing your phone to ring, and thus disturb others, is done as a courtesy to those attending the meeting. Now imagine this situation sans voicemail: your phone rings and your concern is no longer on a ringing phone that would annoy your colleagues, your primary concern is now the NECESSITY to answer the phone. Without voicemail, there is almost no way someone can leave you a message when you are unavailable to talk. Some people send SMS following a missed call, but most often not. As you can imagine, it is quite often when I need to focus my undivided attention on one task, so always being available on my phone is difficult.

Scenario: So you’ve been introduced as an entry level peon into a society and work culture that lacks voicemail. Your phone rings and you are in an important meeting with the head of your department, what do you do? While turning your phone on silent does not immediately interrupt the meeting at the moment a call reaches your cell phone, what do you do if it is one that you need to answer? You will have to leave the room to take it, which clearly takes the group’s attention off the matter at hand. You exit the meeting with the understanding that if you don’t pick up immediately, the person getting in touch with you can’t leave voicemail.

This becomes a downward spiral of communication breakdown when you think about it. When you take voicemail away from an individual, that person becomes instantly more difficult to get in touch with. So when you get that call during a meeting, your immediate thought is, “If I don’t pick this up, and it’s someone I need to get in touch with, it will take me days to get back in touch with them BECAUSE THEY DO NOT HAVE VOICEMAIL!!!!”

Sorry…

You’re now left with a very difficult decision, because you will have to choose which is more important, the meeting or the call. Anyone working person understands how various tasks on your plate at any given time are not always so neatly prioritized in such a way that would easily solve your dilemma. Let’s face it, in the spirit of covering your ass, the interruption to the meeting will always come secondary to doing your job efficiently. A meeting requires everyone’s presence. As a result, the odds of those attending the meeting still being in the room when you finish your call are significantly higher than the chances of the person calling you being available when you finish your meeting. You can see how this would be frustrating.


Summary –

This is what I like to call “Nate’s No-Voicemail Cycle of Anger and Frustration”:

1. No voicemail means people are extremely difficult to get in touch with

2. Because people are difficult to get in touch with, the calls they make to you are more valuable

3. Because these calls are more valuable, you can not afford to let them go

4 (a). Because you can not let the call go, you must answer your phone in the most inopportune circumstances (this has been known to yield corrosive effects to one’s sanity)

4 (b). If you do let the call go, thinking you will call them back at YOUR convenience, there is little chance you will catch them at THEIR convenience, and without voicemail…(see #1)

(NOTE: Please, send your Pulitzer Prize nominations through the appropriate channels. Sending me an e-mail or posting a comment will not suffice.)

How does the phenomenon of voicemail fail to spread in a multinational corporation (MNC), especially one as respected as IndiaIT that has a global workforce with offices in North America as well as India? I wish I could tell you, but my hypothesis is this: it would be a huge frickin’ hassle.

A scientific survey was given to the native Indians that located near my desk, and the results are as follows: At most, 3 or 4 people out of 1,000 have voicemail. At MOST.

When you take into account that millions of people who have cell phones in India, which is easily more than the entire population of the U.S., you’d have better luck convincing the country that baseball is superior to cricket. (This is actually a fairly accurate analogy, as baseball is truly superior to cricket in almost every way, yet many in India choose the less logical path). I only hope that as more MNC’s invest money and resources in India, such as IBM which as recently committed to triple its Indian investment to $6 billion, the Western work culture will change the communication abilities of this country.

I’ve 100% convinced that if the professionals in India adopt what is an extremely efficient, not to mention global, practice, the productivity of this country could jump by 10 to 15%. See, who needs the likes of McKinsey and Bain when I’m around?

In the middle of writing this entry (right before this paragraph), I went to the gym, which gave me plenty of mull over this quandary of communication. I soon came to the realization that the absence of voicemail has a drastic ripple-effect on practically all facets of life. For instance, the majority of people who go to the gym, at least at IndiaIT, bring their phones with them! They routinely answer their phones while running, lifting and stairmastering, which requires them to stop their physical activity. So now these faithful employees are taking time out of their workout, time they’ve set aside to escape the world (especially their jobs) and are forced to answer their phones. Granted, many talk to friends while at the gym, but would they do this if they had voicemail, or would they wait to get their friend’s message following their workout? In any case, most of the phone conversations I hear have to do with server requests, software development, J2EE and many other things I know very little about. A really interesting study could be done by one of the many Fulbright scholars I meet who travel through India doing research on societal phenomena such as this. Too bad they’re too busy researching topics such as the hair of Indian people. Seriously, c’mon.

Also, while I was at the gym I received two missed calls. Now the standard procedure is to call back and say, “Hello, this is Nate. I just received a missed call from this number?” and then, assuming they recognize you, you’re all set. Unfortunately, I received a call from a Prague hotel and there’s no possible way for me to track down which guest at the hotel called me. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the receptionist. All I can hope is that it wasn’t important, and if it was they’ll e-mail me. Frustrating nonetheless.

On a more positive note, I’m going to TGIF tomorrow for 2-for-1 drinks and to watch the USA World Cup Match! Hopefully nobody calls during the game, because I can’t let it go to voicemail.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Nate Update

I know I haven't posted in a while, and I have a few mintues before I have to jet for my ride home before the conference calls start so here's an update from Nate.

New appliances

I realized my life has reached an ultimate low when the most exciting event in the last four weeks has been the arrival of my new appliances. This includes a new clothes washer, new fridge, new kitchenware (yup, i just used the word kitchenware) and most exciting of all....A CLOTHES DRIER!!! You have no idea what a luxury that is in India. Driers require more energy than almost any other durable good, and power comes at a premium in India. Now if the landlord will only hook up the damn thing, I'll be in heaven.

Gig with Skinny Alley

My buddy Arool called me on Saturday saying I had to come meet his guitar teacher and his band. The band is called Skinny Alley and they're a rock band from Calcutta. Apparently they're a big deal. They have an album released on Virgin Records and have been together for the last 25 years or so. Skinny Alley was hired out by a rich couple to play at their wedding, which was at the Leela Palace. Not too shabby.

Then Arool said I should bring my horn and jam with them during their sound check. Well I played about 7 minutes and they asked me to stick around and play for the gig. I mean, what do they care? It's a wedding! I've played my fair share of weddings and believe me, you do it to pay the bills, not to rock out. This wedding, however, was something different. Most South Indian wedding won't have alcohol present. Let's just say this wedding was different. Very different. At least that's what the guy who passed out on the dancefloor half way through Elton John's "Crocodile Rock" would so.

So while this band has a significant following, at least by my standards, they were instructed to play classic rock. We played Beatles stuff, we played Moody Blues, Steely Dan and everything from "Johnny Be Good" to "Country Roads." They had a sax mic so I was able to move around a lot on stage and ended up having one of my best nights in Bangalore.

Open bar. Jamming on some classic rock. Awesome.

Meeting David Binney

For those of you who don't know, David Binney is a bad ass sax player from New York City who may very well be one of the top 3 or 4 alto saxophone players alive. He's been around for quite a while and has several albums. Some of the stuff I really know him from is his band Lost Tribe, which was a project he did in the '80s that I'm a big fan of. He played at Opus (the bar I usually play at) as well as Take 5, the only "jazz club" in Bangalore. Both shows were great, but the second show was with Prassana, an incredible guitar player from India who now teaches at the Berkley School of Music. I got to hang out with him for a while at the bar which was nuts, especially cuz it happened in India! Apparently he's dating an Indian girl and she finally convinced him to come to India to meet her parents. Little did he know he would get roped into several gigs and recording sessions. Not much of a vacation, eh? He left a few days ago to slum it in NYC with his Tuesday night gigs at the 55 Bar, the same place I saw Wayne Krantz play when I was in the 'States a few months ago. He actually got a text message from Wayne, as well as Antonio Sanchez, while I was with him at the bar.

It never ceases to amaze me who finds their way through my little Indian town.

More to come....