Attributes, not Skills

 

This world is changing and the speed is accelerating. The evidence of that change is all around us. Our next forecast change is two fold and has already moved into our lives.   

Firstly, cognitive artificial intelligence. What we are facing is an intelligence, which does not have borders. It quickly acquires data, evaluates it at lightening speed, saves up increasing levels of information and is able to use it forever. Unlike humans, who get tired, make errors and also eventually retire. These programs can go on forever. So can we imagine what could happen? Systems talking to systems automatically, capturing data, analysing and making  decisions within flexible parameters, not requiring human intervention. The limits seem limitless. 
  

Secondly, comes robotics and 3D printing. Printers making skyscrapers, early stage human body parts intervention, precision robots taking up difficult and repetitive tasks. Soon, medical intervention, manufacturing and repetitive human tasks will all be transferred to the machines. Including transportation and retailing. These are the most human based work items presently.  

Regardless the quantum of change, the impact on jobs will start now and continue over many decades. It will be a hybrid of humans and machines and AI. The trend of this change will be tilted towards AI and 3D, but humans will be in significant numbers for decades to come. 

How to choose such humans. Who will be good in this environment?

I personally have always encouraged hiring on the basis of attributes. Humans who have mental strength, a strong spine and a big heart always show attributes confirming these elements of strength. They are brave; they listen; are great team members; are willing to work for a cause (rather than themselves); and generally look beyond themselves to see a wider view.  

Now, I would add two further attributes. This has been confirmed by some recent research on how today’s successful models are working. Adaptability and unlearning. With incessant change only the adaptable will succeed. But more importantly, our thoughts are made by our experience. We find it difficult to change years of designing. The need to unlearn will be vital in a changing environment. Without that unlearning, we will become behemoths stuck in an environment which has long lost the need for our work.

The lesson which is more important for us to learn is that our skill based grounding is useless in tomorrow’s world. Skills can always be taught, again and again. Attributes have to be nurtured and where they fit, we must grab on to that person. These attributes will be like manna to the system.

* picture from medium.com

Sarfaraz A Rehman: Karachi, as was Then....

Sarfaraz A Rehman: Karachi, as was Then....: Some discussion between various generations of Karachi people, led me to this blog. I feel it is our responsibility to tell the younger ge...

Karachi, as was Then....

Some discussion between various generations of Karachi people, led me to this blog. I feel it is our responsibility to tell the younger generation what we have lost through time, politics and modernity. So here is a list which by no means is exhaustive. Just what one could recall in a laundry list. It is a Generation X list and maybe a few items will not mentally connect with present day Millennials and Generation Z.

A) Karachi was safe. No guns, no hold ups, no drugs, no kidnapping. Very rarely we would hear of a shocking robbery (not dacoity, just plain sneaky theft).
B) Low level traffic. As kids and teen-agers we walked and used bicycles.
C) Adequate public transport. Trams (discontinued in 1975  )
D) Sufficient water. Water came through the pipes, not tankers.
E) Hardly any tall buildings. HBL Plaza came up in 1970.
F) Quite a bit of greenery and parks. Lots of neem and jungle jalaybee trees.
G) Reasonably clean.
H) Hardly anyone sleeping on the footpath. And yes there were footpaths.
I) Very few stalls encroaching on the road. But many ethnic street markets.
J) No electric load shedding.
K) Shaadis were pretty much on time and fairly simple.
L) Traffic lights were obeyed. You had to take a driving test to obtain a license.
M) Lots of grounds or empty spaces to play cricket and hockey. We played hockey!
N) Gates were not closed and we could walk into each others houses.
O) We did not have to telephone before arriving at others houses.
P) Lifestyle was simple, cost of living low.
Q) Many roadside cafes, serving tea and coffee. Plenty of intellectuals.
R) The Anglo-Christians used to play music at Clifton beach most evenings.
S) Many night clubs, with international cabaret performers.
T) Great chana choor garam served, hot and fresh with lots of mirchi and lemon.
U) The pathan with the bakery sandooq, where every item was 2 annas (Paisa 12)
V) Cricket was played at the National Stadium all winter. First class and tests.
W) Drive-in cinema was a regular outing.
X) Donkey cart race occurred every weekend from Clifton to Saddar.
Y) The Victoria was common and a great outing.
Z) Outing spots; beaches, Playland, Aquarium, Zoo, Circus, many cinemas, libraries.

Some things which were missing then.

A) Variety of restaurants.
B) Malls.
C) Supermarkets.
D) Cell phones and e-networking.
E) Only one TV channel and that too black and white.
F) Little choice in consumer goods.
G) Biryani was not a mainstay and pilau was more prevalent.
H) No fast-food. Nearest specimen would be Bundu Khan.
I ) No mini buses
J) No outdoor signs (though we could be gong back to that soon)

Nostalgia colours ones lenses and makes the past of huge value to us Generation X. A more real and feeling world it seemed. Sadly change is a constant and the Now is vastly different. So, while one might be wistful, we live in todays reality. Nevertheless, if one was to pick somethings from the past, it would be some elements of safety, security and caring inserted back into our present. It would go a long-way to achieving serenity once again.

*picture from http://www.pakistan.web.pk

Sarfaraz A Rehman: The Paradox

Sarfaraz A Rehman: The Paradox:   Some thirty two hundred years ago a man stood in front of a large palace, with some intent and purpose. He was weak, emaciated, his cl...

The Paradox

 

Some thirty two hundred years ago a man stood in front of a large palace, with some intent and purpose. He was weak, emaciated, his clothes in tatters and due to circumstances in his past, he carried a massive case of stammering. As he leant on his staff for support, he was shaking. He was shaking because he felt apprehensive. His intent was to go into that large palace, face the owner and tell him to mend his evil ways. Unfortunately, the owner was an extremely powerful person, hence the man felt apprehension.       

     

So, the man looked up and called on Allah(swt) in dua. His words were,     

     

“My Lord expand for me my breast (with assurance) and ease for me my task and untie the knot from my tongue, that they may understand my speech.”   

     

Allah was pleased with that man for his faith and askance.    And so he rewarded him. He put those very words in the Quran, in Surah Taha Ayat 25-28. (Surah Taha is the one, on whose recital Hazrat Umar(ra) became Muslim!). These fourteen hundred plus years, hundreds of millions of  Muslims have used this dua, whenever they have felt the need to say something of significance to people. I too, use these words before every meeting and before every talk or speech. What a reward and what a legacy to have. The man  Hazrat Musa (as) needs no introduction to us. The man in the palace was of course, the Firaun , the evil ruler of Egypt and at the time the most powerful man in the world. One tradition has it that this particular Firaun was Rameses ll.   

   

To cut to a different, but related event.  

Percy Shelley the English poet, based on some writer, who described a scene he witnessed on his travels, wrote Ozymandias. The traveller stated that in a desert environment, as he moved along, he came across a very large stone statue. Decay had struck that statue. The legs still stood intact, upto the knees. But, the body had disappeared. Also, lying on the ground, small distance from the surviving legs was the head of the statue. What was striking was that the face still showed an expression of sneering and arrogance. Written on the pedestal by the legs were the words. 

“My name is Ozymandias. King of Kings. Look at my work, ye Mighty, and despair.” 

All around was decay and failure, the Mighty had taught all of us a lesson.  

 

 

*Ozymandias was reputedly, a name used for Rameses ll, by Shelley. 
   
In our lives (even today), we would look at a bedraggled, shivering, stammering man and disregard him. Nay, disregard with contempt for the littleness and apparent failure. But we would look at a man on a throne, in a large palace with a crown on his head with deference and fear and fawn on him for his success. But Allah and history tell a different tale. Today in this world and in Allah’s Jannah, Hazrat Musa (as) lives with the highest. Of the particular Firaun, history has few words and who really remembers him? (There is much conjecture on the final identity of the Firaun). Allah also has some words about him. That he will be preserved forever in this world, as a sign of evil. 

What a paradox! What is real success and what is failure?

** pictures were taken from Pinterest.com

Sarfaraz A Rehman: This is not cricket

Sarfaraz A Rehman: This is not cricket: When Wasim and Waqar made the ball talk, it was a mystery. The English press went berserk and I do remember some of the stuff said, by p...

This is not cricket

When Wasim and Waqar made the ball talk, it was a mystery. The English press went berserk and I do remember some of the stuff said, by professional cricketers. Right there on Test Match Special. It was biased, it was baseless  and if you ask me it was a bit of colonialism. They even wanted to test the ball in a laboratory.

This was 1992 and Pakistan had just won the World Cup and then beaten England, at both Lords and Oval, in the test series. From the comments and commentary, the feeling of ‘We are the real cricketers and you upstarts are cheating’ used to come dripping through in the words and the tone. It was the same a decade before this, in the 1982 series, when Pakistan won at Lords and Imran and Mudassar (of all people) did the job. The ball swung, tongues wagged and one felt criminalised without actually having done anything.  

To date, I am convinced that the court case against Imran, which finally revealed so called reverse swing techniques, was a deliberate ploy to reveal the arts. This was another form of cheating if you ask me. Of course this toxicity continued and much was always made of Pakistan and ball tampering. Culminating in that awful afternoon at the Oval in 2006. A storm of no reality. We all forget, there was no ball tampering at all. Inzamam-ul-Haq and Pakistan were cleared. Yet we were named, shamed and forfeited a test match. 

So, to remind our old masters in Lords, the three biggest controversies of ball tampering are all THEM. Atherton in 1994, caught red handed on TV. Du Plessis caught in Australia in 2016. And now Steve Smith and Bancroft. This last one, which happened yesterday leaves one with a bad taste. It was collusion, involving captain and team members. A conspiracy of cheating and really has now besmirched the good game. You will never be able to trust cricket again. 

  

What is done in the next few days will identify the future of cricket. It is no less than that. Can we stop this becoming Wrestling and its drama laden facade, WWE. Or will it remain the majestic game, with its traditions and complexities that we have known. Personally and sadly, I feel we will see a continued decline in the value system and the whole game will be trivialised. More IPLs, PSLs, Big Bashes. More drama and less substance.  This then reflects on the system and the players, who are also a product of the system. So then you should expect these events to happen. Where winning means everything, fame and money mean everything, and short cuts are accepted, then expect more ball tampering and cheating also.

Sarfaraz A Rehman: Pockets

Sarfaraz A Rehman: Pockets: Back in 1974 our English teacher at Karachi Grammar School (let’s just call her Mrs X) gave us an essay to write. The choice of topics w...

Pockets

Back in 1974 our English teacher at Karachi Grammar School (let’s just call her Mrs X) gave us an essay to write. The choice of topics was fairly routine, but there was one which sort of struck a chord with me. The topic went by the outlandish name of ‘Pockets’.

On what impulse I chose this topic, I have no idea. Suffice to say, I must have done a good job on it, because it ended up getting the highest marks. Almost four decades later, the essay is still fresh in my mind, not because of the marks it secured, but because inked in red, besides the essay was the comment “I am extremely surprised!“. Clearly, I did not look capable of putting together such a piece.

Since then, I have made peace with Mrs X, ( and I hope she is reading this note), but do marvel at the perversity of human nature. After 21 years of education,  I only remember one piece of writing and that too because the teacher doubted my ability.

So I have recreated the essay below, to prove I was really the “real deal”. The language might have changed a bit in 40 odd years.

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When the airport announcement came, I went up to the aircraft in a jiffy. The DC-10 was spacious and the seats comfortable. This was one of the few times I had been in an aircraft and I was most excited. The aircraft raced off and it was up and away. Not too difficult at all. Being a naturally greedy teenager, the food was the next treat. All looked hunky dory, until that huge lurch. It was as if the food inside would settle for the sick bag instead. Ugh! Then the announcement lady said that we had hit an air pocket and should put on our seat belts. The word ‘pocket’ sort of stuck in my mind.

An air pocket must be the worst form of pocket in this world. There are many and most are fairly innocuous; though some carry a significance far beyond their rather simple image.

Take the pocket knife. A companion for many a year, it is the means to many ends. I acquired it to satisfy my grandiose imagination, that one day I shall defend a damsel in distress with this piece of equipment. Alas, it has been most disappointing, in that I have never come across a damsel in distress. So, while heavily resorting to the imagination to satisfy my ego, I have used it for more mundane work, like cutting fruit, paring some wooden stuff, specifically the bottom of a bat, and also to open up screws by inserting the point of the pocket knife into the groove of the screw and twisting it.

Traditional pockets are cavities created in clothes, to allow one to deposit odds and ends. Mostly these are chewing gums, but sometimes even in my pauper state, I still manage to keep some money in them. Older people have wallets which they put in their back pockets. These wallets stick out and attract the class of beings called pick-pockets. These are talented individuals, with slippery fingers and few scruples. I would not go near them.

Of course you would have noticed that the last mentioned was a hyphenated pocket. These are very convenient. They pop up everywhere to make life easy. Patch-pockets is one such hyphen. Hyphens have been created by the intellectually lazy for ease of usage. They are a ‘short-cut’ to making things happen; not really the ‘done’ thing in English.

There are also hidden pockets. These could be inside clothes or brief cases. They are supposed to accommodate money and other precious things. I of course do not require such an exigency, as my pockets are to let. One other hidden pocket is the one inside a Kangaroo. It is nature’s safety deposit of the cub, which can then safely move along with the mother kangaroo.

Lastly, the pocket battleships. These were fast, armoured navy cruisers created by the Germans in WW11. There was a lot of fear and propaganda behind them. The Deutschland and Admiral Graf Spee were the most notorious of this class. The battle for the Graf Spee was famous for its bluff element. Having done some damage to the Graf Spee, the Ajax and Achilles (British ships) had chased the pocket battleship into Montevideo. Some deft radio work convinced the German commander, that an enemy flotilla awaited the Graf Spee outside Montevideo. Despairing, the commander sank the Graf Spee himself. Clearly he had developed pockets of madness inside his brain!

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The above essay was of course written in pre-Google times. Today when I Google the word ‘pockets’, the references are not too different from those used in my essay. It is good to know that some things never change.

Sarfaraz A Rehman: Hanumant Singh, I will always remember you

Sarfaraz A Rehman: Hanumant Singh, I will always remember you: I speak from faded memory, because to go into historical statistics is to lose the charm and mystery of what is just so natural I r...