Monday 16 June 2008

An eye for Talent

I read this story on the web and thought it to be cute,

It's a fine sunny day in the forest and a lion is sitting outside his cave, lying in the sun.

Along comes a fox, out on a walk.

Fox: "Do you know the time, because my watch is broken"

Lion: "Oh, I can easily fix the watch for you"

Fox: "Hmm... But it's a very complicated mechanism, and your big claws will only destroy it even more."

Lion: "Oh no, give it to me, and it will be fixed"

Fox: "That's ridiculous! Any fool knows that lazy lions with great claws cannot fix watches"

Lion: "Sure they do, give it to me and it will be fixed"

The lion disappears into his cave, and after a while he comes back with the watch which is running perfectly. The fox is impressed, and the lion continues to lie in the sun, looking very pleased with himself.

Soon a wolf comes along and stops by the lion.

Wolf: "Can I come and watch TV tonight with you, because mine is broken"

Lion: "Oh, I can easily fix your TV for you"

Wolf: "You don't expect me to believe such rubbish, do you? There is no way that a lion with big claws can fix a complicated TV.

Lion: "No problem. Do you want to try it?"

The lion goes into his cave, and after a while comes back with a perfectly fixed TV. The wolf goes away happily and amazed.

Now let us pan our camera to the scene inside the cave.

In one corner are half a dozen small and intelligent looking rabbits who are busily doing very complicated work with very detailed instruments. In the other corner lies a huge lion looking very pleased with himself.

The moral of the story is that we don't have to do everything on our own, as managers, to offer excellent services that satisfies both internal and external customers. All we have to do is to identify good, skillful subordinates and delegate the work to them. Never surround yourself with inferior subordinates. If you want to be a successful manager, you should have a discerning eye for talent.

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