Letting Go of Control
At the nascent stages of my Banking career, I was interning in London. One of my bosses there was seemingly perennially sour-faced. His educational credentials were impeccable. Armed with an Engineering degree from a creme-de-la-creme institute, he had also gone to an Ivy league B-School. So part of the snob-value was warranted. That, plus 15 years of a scintillating Banking career probably meant he had earned that attitude. As an inquisitive young intern, I was often asking questions to everyone. But this particular gentleman didn't take too well to my curiosity. "Young man, my 10-year old kid doesn't ask as many questions as you do", said in a deep condescending baritone, was enough to quell my query mid-sentence. One day, he was working on a PowerPoint presentation for a strategy meeting. He beckoned me for some 'technical assistance'. As every banker worth their salt would admit, our world revolves around making presentations. Yesteryear bankers used trans...