Sunday, January 17, 2010

The three stories of Steve Jobs

Most of us Indians, including me, never heard the name - Steve Jobs, till I saw Macbooks in movies, and wondered what the Apple logo really meant. He was undeniably an extraordinary man, who co-founded Apple Computers and Pixar Animation. I bumped into a 14 minute youtube video, today morning, where Jobs addressed Standford University graduates at one of their convocations. He narrated three stories from his life, so touching, that I'd never expected the life of such a man to be.


Folks, I am narrating his speech, which I jotted down from the video. Have a close look at it. I'll comment more on his life at the end of the post.

STEVE JOBS COMMENCEMENT SPEECH


STANFORD UNIVERSITY, JUNE 2005


Thank you. I'm honored to be with you today for your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. Truth be told, I never graduated from college and this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation.


Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.


The first story is about connecting the dots.


I dropped out of Reed College after the first six months but then stayed around as a drop-in for another eighteen months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife, except that when I popped out, they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking, "We've got an unexpected baby boy. Do you want him?" They said, "Of course." My biological mother found out later that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would go to college. This was the start in my life. And seventeen years later, I did go to college, but I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and no idea of how college was going to help me figure it out, and here I was, spending all the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back, it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out, I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me and begin dropping in on the ones that looked far more interesting. It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms. I returned Coke bottles for the five-cent deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the seven miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example. Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer was beautifully hand-calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and sans-serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me, and we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts, and since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on that calligraphy class and personals computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college, but it was very, very clear looking backwards 10 years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward. You can only connect them looking backwards, so you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something--your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever--because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well- worn path, and that will make all the difference.


My second story is about love and loss.


I was lucky. I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents' garage when I was twenty. We worked hard and in ten years, Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4,000 employees. We'd just released our finest creation, the Macintosh, a year earlier, and I'd just turned thirty, and then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew, we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so, things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge, and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our board of directors sided with him, and so at thirty, I was out, and very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down, that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure and I even thought about running away from the Valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me. I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I'd been rejected but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over. I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods in my life. During the next five years I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the world's first computer-animated feature film, "Toy Story," and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT and I returned to Apple and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance, and Lorene and I have a wonderful family together. I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful-tasting medicine but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life's going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love, and that is as true for work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work, and the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking, and don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it, and like any great relationship it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking. Don't settle.


My third story is about death.


When I was 17 I read a quote that went something like "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself, "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "no" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important thing I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life, because almost everything--all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure--these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.


About a year ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctors' code for "prepare to die." It means to try and tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next ten years to tell them, in just a few months. It means to make sure that everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.


I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope, the doctor started crying, because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and, thankfully, I am fine now.


This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept. No one wants to die, even people who want to go to Heaven don't want to die to get there, and yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent; it clears out the old to make way for the new. right now, the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it's quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.


When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalogue, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late Sixties, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. it was sort of like Google in paperback form thirty-five years before Google came along. It was idealistic, overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stewart and his team put out several issues of the The Whole Earth Catalogue, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-Seventies and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath were the words, "Stay hungry, stay foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. "Stay hungry, stay foolish." And I have always wished that for myself, and now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay hungry, stay foolish.


Thank you all, very much. "


Steve Jobs


The highlighted text in the above speech are the most powerful lines he said. This guy was pretty confused about what he is born to do. But he found out his passion, his love, which was computers, early in life. Most of us haven't yet figured out what we love. Apple was the first company that built "beautiful" computers. Prior to that, the ordinary man, or the aam aadmi, never expected that someday he shall buy a computer for his home. IBM was still there, but all that they built were tin boxes with lights. To run them one would hopefully need a M.S. in Electrical Engineering. Steve built computers that ordinary men would want to buy. Even Bill Gates admitted that to build a standard, a thing needn't be just something different. Its should be really new, and must capture people's imagination. Macintosh was the only machine that met the standard. For those of you who don't know, and think Windows was the first GUI, I would like to tell you, Bill Gates copied Windows from the Mac.
Gates too loved computers, but he was set to make money. And he did! But Steve and his partner Woz tried to build new things, and build new standards, which Microsoft can never be at par.
I would like to tell you what standards really mean. Few days back, I accidentally dropped my iPod for the first time. I got nervous, thinking whether it'll still work, and survive the impact. One of my friends who was with me exclaimed - "Don't worry, nothing's happened. Its an Apple!" This is height of the standard where Apple currently stands. I was still nervous when I picked it up, because it had bounced off a really hard surface. I plugged in the earphones, and pressed the play button. And yes, Apple had once again kept its standard high, as music flowed in. There's still a lot more praise that I have about Apple, that needn't be explicitly mentioned here. Literally, Macintosh was the world's first GUI. Microsoft, copied, built Windows, and went on with creating lot of products, which makes it a giant today. In another video, Steve admitted, that he didn't have any problem with the success of Microsoft, because they have earned it themselves. The only thing that he is concerned about is that they have got no taste, no original thinking, and build really third grade products. Find what you love, do what you love. Don't do something, that people want you to do, because you have got just one life, and have little time left to live. These values and morals are an art, which will give you the best out of life.
My next post will be about us, the Indians, and what we lack.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Why I'm a seven pointer..



The new long awaited release three idiots has made many people tweet and write blog posts. The movie is designed to touch every heart. If there's someone who hasn't got a goosebump, while watching it, is either God, or a machine. Few people including me were very concerned about our educational system. I had thought about it since long, why our system is at fault, but I had no audience who would have just some patience to listen and analyze. I confined those thoughts to myself most of the time; except few things which I shared with close pals like my cousin Ashu. I knew it would never change. I recalled few moments from my life, which I still remember as the examples of "Murder of Creativity". I also had realized long back, that the problem isn't across the globe. Its confined only to India. So, at times of frustration I wished, "How nice it would have been, if I wasn't an Indian!" Very few people dare to be different for the fear of being a laughing stock. I have definitely tried and have been different, because there's one quote that worked for me: "People laugh at me, because I'm different. I laugh at them because they are all same!"
My dad isn't happy with me because I am a seven pointer, my CGPA hovering at 7.5. He has been this for 3 years now, because I didn't get into IIT. Its a common scene at my home, where my father narrates the story of some mugger who has got into some reputed college, or some friend's son who got a job in Dubai. I have been continuously been in contempt, for not being able to score 8. Today I am going to write the reason, why I am a seven pointer. I am not a mugger (or 'Poka' in our colloquial language), so I don't study 24 hours. I do everything that a normal human does. When exams come, I start to study like everyone. But I am stuck in the chapters which I am interested in. I spend hell lot of time in them, so can't finish off the course completely. In all exams, I have been forfeiting marks due to "uncovered" chapters. Taking the example of my last exam, Discrete Mathematics. I started studying it very early in the semester. I got stuck in the first chapter - Mathematical logic. I liked it so much that i read every bit of it, even attempted questions related to logic. Half of the semester passed by, but I studied just the chapter. I'm not lying. My cousin is a witness. I used to ask him logic questions in Gtalk. Talked about them very often. I woke up one month before exam, when my friend said Logic is less then 10% percent of the course. So, I started reading graphs and trees, which also interested me to the extent that I thought of applications of trees and graphs in real life, learned by heart, and lost the remaining one month. The two days before exam, I had to go through all other chapters at breakneck speed, because I had covered just 20% of the course. Same is the case and has been the case with all subjects I have appeared. So, I fell short from 8.0 by 0.5 of CGPA. Other guys, whom my father praises, mugged all chapters, all theorems, with planning so as to complete whole course before exam, got a O or E and became eight pointers. I lost 0.5 but gained the deep and by-heart learning of mathematical logic and Graphs and trees. You, decide what you prefer. I prefer by-heart learning and am ready to lose 0.5 of CGPA.
In yet another incident, two years back, in a Mechanical engineering lab, a teacher asked the topper of our class a simple question "What is the density of water?". She said its 1 gram/cubic cm or 1 kg/cubic metre, and got confused, was in a dilemma. We know its 1 gram/cubic cm, but one must realize, it doesn't need a very good memory to remember those values. A little practical knowledge helps a lot to memorize and avoid confusion. In this case, if she would have thought a little: 1 cubic metre, is a volume that is a cube of side one metre. If you take water of that big volume, will it ever weigh just 1 kg??? So definitely the answer is 1 gram/cubic cm. This is the problem with all muggers, in all colleges, in all places. But they are the brightest examples for fathers to talk to their seven pointer sons. There are numerous examples, of "Murder of Creativity". In 6th grade, when a teacher taught us the density of water, even he didn't tell us this thing. I want to confess and inform to all those who don't know me closely, the whole of my life, I never really cared for marks. That's the reason I'm a seven pointer. I was so interested in Computer networks, that once I and a friend entered to a lecture on Computer Networks in my first year summer vacations. To my surprise there were none from our batch. All were seniors. There the professor along with network topology, also gave a brief introduction of encryption of data. He said, that in an encryption process, the ASCII values of characters are changed and transmitted, where they are again decrypted on the other side of the network. He said its easy to design a C program to the do the simple task. I tried first but failed to find a good method. Eventually I forgot the program. This year, before our viva on algorithms, we were waiting, for our calls. I was with a blank face and looked at others who were mugging up the books in the lab. I hadn't studied even 5% of the course. So, I knew I wont do well. And I wasn't a machine who could study the whole course in a few hours. So, that was the day I came up with the idea of designing the program for a secure encryption. I made it then and there in the lab itself. And it worked! I was so happy that I forgot the pressure of going to appear in a viva. I went there, and two teachers bombarded questions on me like missiles. I told all wrong algorithms, but at the same time I was so happy for my encryption program that really worked. I got a B but no pain, no frustration. I ran back into the lab, copied the program in the pen drive. And started showing it to all muggers present there. No one paid interest to that, because it was a new thing. I tried a lot to pursue everyone to see it just once, but no one tried to leave there books and look at my program. That is when I got frustrated. I still remember those moments, when I was ready to explain the algorithm, and ran to each guy with a notebook and the pen drive, asking "Hey Siddharth, have a look at the algorithm I just invented." "No way, viva is ahead, later." "Smruti, can u give me just 5 minutes of your time? I have an interesting thing I just made." "Sorry yaar, I haven't read anything", was the reply. At last, I walked out and came home. Back home I mailed the code to my cousin Ashu, who analyzed, interpreted and gave comments. That day I learnt something, "These muggers can never enjoy life, the whole life they will be a vacuum pump, under high pressure and tension." And for people like me and Ashu, we enjoy every bit of it....
I will continue this post some other day..Its pretty long now...

Friday, January 1, 2010

The fable of a UCEian..

UCE is one the best colleges in the state. Its one campus where get a IIT feeling. I guess you know what IIT is. The biggest technical college in India. This tale is about the guy in the pic. I know him quite well because he's my cousin and we share almost everything that we think; so much that we could write biographies of each other. In life, I learnt a lot from him, and he too learnt from me. Our knowledge is a union of both of us. His home is a bit conservative like mine, because his parents care about him a lot. In my view he is one the most lucky persons, I know. Luck bestowed upon him many things and at the best situations. He has stayed in many places because of transfers, every 3 years. At every place he got the best guys as his friends. He has the record being a class topper almost all of the time. But he isn't a mugger like other toppers. He is a out of the box thinker, and he was born with extra ordinary intelligence and aptitude. I still remember an incident when he was seriously ill with asthma, during his final exam. His dad, helped in studies when he was bed ridden. He even appeared the exam on bed, with supervision. Still he topped the class that year. His other interests are music and dance.
This new year, I am giving him a tribute by dedicating a post to him. Years back there was one thing he was missing all his life. He never had a crush on any girl; I used to think will he ever have one?

He made it just few months back. He fell for a new girl in his class, so much that he started attending in all classes to see her. It was his first love, so its memorable for him, unlike me who has had numerous crushes!! For privacy reasons I wont tell her name. I can just write the initials of the name in hexadecimal ASCII code: 4D53H. It was the first time he ever talked about a girl. And it became certain that every human being must have a crush someday in life. He used to look for chances to talk to her. Though I cant express the feelings exactly the way he thinks, but the first time one has a crush it feels awful if you don't get to see her and talk to her. He even got depresses for not being able to reach her. In the end, he used nature's good old method of sending letters, hoping she would understand. But the girl was just so adamant that she couldn't even spend a minute to look at it. She returned it to the messenger who took the letter. There were rumors that the small town girl was committed to someone of her place. Back home this guy, broke down completely for failing. Called me up and expressed his anger, fear and sadness. I could just make him understand that real life and movies are different. Even Newton's law's fail in movies. the guy is alright now, watched 3 idiots and aal is well for him.

He wrote the letter in his blog, so that you can find it in here:
My last confession didn't last long - Click here to have a glance.