The Sixth string Analogy

I have devised a simple analogy based on the sixth string football matches played in the training academies to explain the daily working of the organisation. It explains the complex working and allows one to maintain sanity. Sharing it for the greater good.

Sixth String is an elite group which is formed based on a certain required level of skill and attitude. The skill level should be skimming the rock bottom, while the attitude must hover at the upper extreme. In a standard 2×3 Matrix of management, with skill on the X-Axis with Low-Medium-High scale and Attitude on the Y-Axis with simple Low-High scale, the Sixth String finds the prideful place on the Top Left Quadrant of the Matrix.

The organisation in itself is completely the ‘Sixth String’, with no further sub-categorisation to avoid any variety and confusion. The selection of the team is with the lowest expected requirement of skill level and very little tolerance for an attitude lower than *’Unquestioned Willingness’*. Any variation and aberations are surgically ironed out with apathy and deep socialisation. CR is used effectively as a tool for socialisation rather than appraisal.

So once you have a fairly homogeneous team, the game begins. All those who are from higher strings and are looking for meaning & strategy are found disillusioned. They are easily spotted by their distict baffled expressions and weeded out. Only the players with the defined traits survive.

Now the Analogy. Well the game is played with a simple rule. Everyone tries to kick the ball (or the other guys foot) and when the ball is kicked (irrespective of who kicks it and in which direction it is kicked) everyone including the goal keeper runs towards the ball. The first rule of kicking the ball or the foot is repeated endlessly. The endless and mindless loop allows players to be kept busy with a sense of achievement after every kick on the ball or foot.

Now the Analogy. Well the game is played with a simple rule. Everyone tries to kick the ball (or the other guys foot) and when the ball is kicked (irrespective of who kicks it and in which direction it is kicked) everyone including the goal keeper runs towards the ball. The first rule of kicking the ball or the foot is repeated endlessly. The endless and mindless loop allows players to be kept busy with a sense of achievement after every kick on the ball or foot.

Till the simple rule of the ‘Sixth String’ is followed and ‘unnecessary thinkers’ are weeded out we attain the symphonic chaos where everyone is busy, tired and (at a deeper level) even satisfied. Its only when a misguided electron moves out of this stable energy level and starts ‘thinking’ or ‘disagreeing’, that the delicate balance is destabilised. The balance is restored by ejecting this electron out of the system.

For the benfit of those who are still in the game or of the baffled category, this will give you the clarity to read the “Matrix”. You may not be able to dodge the bullet, but would surely be able to Kick the other foot.

Quit thinking and Enjoy the game.

I am the dusk

I am the dusk
then it will be dark
fiery ball cools
weary of the scorching day
sliding down rapidly
pulling the rays down
pausing briefly at the rim
Just for one last look
at its creation
before it is night
last stroke of golden brush
paints the sky crimson
I am the dusk
slowly turning dark
last rays lingers on my wings
warming it, to be alive
it no time to be trapped
its my final flight
I reach out to the glowing light
and I soar
its a new day

I see it clear

On the 6th floor
the blind rolls up with a whir.
Turbulence and calm, converse in silence
with a drunken slur.

The glass fights the noise
and wins
Allowing private space
for the divergent twins

Flashes of lights
leave a trail on the busy arrow of time
Reminder of the many scars
as the face meets the grime

Cacophony of noise
create a din
Numbing the senses
And I keep repeating the sin

Every noise startling
Every flash blinding
Every face threatening
Every face scared

The images speed up
while my anchors weigh me down
Each “Like” holding back a part of me
keeping me afloat, as I perpetually drown

I get split and stretched
afraid to lose any thread
Hoping these divine looms
will help stitch me back instead

Sitting on the 6th floor window
the glass screens the Cacophony of the Seen
The blinding flashes turn to glitter
and the chaotic images look serene

The elevation reveals the picture
hidden by the hectic sieve
The distance saves the real
from the elaborate make-believe

There is light beyond
these flashes so phoney
and there is the sound
beyond this cacophony

I am a speck
Entwined in the knots of the divine tapestry
I am a pixel
in the vast pattern of the grand canopy

The window allows
me to hear.
The blinds open with a whir
And I see it clear