Wednesday 14 January 2009

Perils of stretegizing without analyzing the consequences

Back to Panchatantra...........

A big banyan tree was home to a number of cranes in a forest. In the hollow of thattree lived a cobra, which used to feed on the young cranes which did not yet learn to fly. When the mother crane saw the cobra killing her offspring, she began crying. Seeing the sorrowing crane, a crab asked her what made her cry.

The crane told the crab, “Every day, the cobra living in this tree is killing my children. I am not able to contain my grief. Please show me some way to get rid of this cobra.”

The crab then thought, “These cranes are our born enemies. I shall give her advice that is misleading and suicidal. That will see the end of all these cranes. Elders have always said that if you want to wipe out your enemy your words should be soft like butter and your heart like a stone.

Then the crab told the crane, “Uncle, strew pieces of meat from the mongoose's burrow to the hollow of the cobra. The mongoose will follow the trail of meat to the cobra burrow and will kill it.”

The crane did as the crab advised her. The mongoose came following the meat trail and killed not only the cobra but also all the cranes on the tree.

If you have a strategy, you must also know what the strategy would lead to. Many managers consider only the plan but not what would follow and they have to face the consequences.

This is seen around us. The current UPA government had adopted a policy that is soft on terror throughout its tenure, without realizing the dreadful consequences this policy entails. They have also been soft on illegal immigration of Bangladeshis. Today, the already trouble North East is a big national security threat. The Bangladeshis have changed the demographics of the region causing considerable resentment amongst the indigenous population. This is a potential time bomb. Also, government turning a nelson eye to the illegal immigration for vote bank politics has created a society that thrives on smuggling, cattle thievery and serves as a recruitment centre for hardcore militant groups. We reap what we sow

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