Leadership Skills-Self Control for an Effective Leadership

Leadership Skills-Self Control for an effective leadership
When I got out of the cab just in front of the head office of one of the most prestigious Banks of the country, little did I expect the bizzare incidents that I had to witness moments later. Johny and me had been classmates from the K.G. in a public school to the degree course of one of the oldest colleges of our home town . Soon after the college ,where we both had been commerce students, I took fascination to Journalism and Johny wanted to do an MBA. We parted ways and it was about a decade that we met each other after his marriage ,though occasional phone calls and new year greetings besides SMSs used to renew our ever green friendship. Finally I decided to meet him when I made a trip to Mumbai recently. It was a free day for me from the press and the cameras to call on him.

As the Senoir Vice President of Marketing Johny had an enviable position in our group . With my freelancing skills and love for letters I could manage to float in the 4h estate and visual media well with occasional breaks and leisure. No wonder I had 4 trips abroad with my wife and daughter during the last 3 years, that made Parvathy too happy and my home a sweet home.

As soon as I got out of the lift at the 8th floor the Vice president (Retail Banking-Marketing) board greeted me. Checking with the his P.S. I understood that a normal monthly review was in session at his cabin with the juniors. As I could locate a comfortable seat at the visitors lounge at the direction of his lovely secretary,I glanced through the periodicals, most of them financial , with absolutely no interest.

May be an hour might have been passed , the penalty that I had to pay for visiting a busy executive without notice,Johny emerged from his cabin, To my surprise,he had put up la ot of weight, with gray hair not dyed that gave him a sunken look . The secretary pointed at me at the lounge and I got a call. As I entered his cabin he could not recognize me, immediately, and I could see his difficulty in concealing his ignorance and embarrassment I broke the ice with my customary salutation of his pet name and Alas! he burst into laughter. While he hugged me I could see that he was visibly moved and his eyes nearing wet. Such was the bondage between us, we were more than friends.

It was 3 P.m. he didnt had his lunch and invited me to join for lunch at his house. I was too happy to get a malayalee lunch at Mumbai almost an alien place for me. Susan ws too happy to see me and was vociferous in unloading her load of complaints on Johny, his bank, meetings and targets and nothing more nothing less. It pulled the trigger and Johny opend up. ( To be continued..)