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Month: June 2022

The Compounding Conundrum of Building Human Capital

Invisible Skills

“The future is all about skills. Like money, early investment in skills also has a compounding effect. So, invest your time and energy in learning new skills to exponentially improve your life.” This is the career advice I have for young individuals. Notably, several influential books of our time emphasize the compounding effects of money and skills. “The Psychology of Money,” “The Atomic Habit,” and “The Almanack of Naval Ravikant” all underscore the importance of starting early and investing to unlock the magic of compounding. However, while much is said about the strategy for investing in visible skills, what about the invisible skills that often go unrecognized? In the career maze designed for men, women find themselves investing prime years of their youth in acquiring critical skills related to human survival: protecting and nurturing babies and raising them to become independent individuals. These invisible skills are hidden, undervalued, and often overlooked.

The Journey of Acquiring Invisible Skills:

The journey of acquiring these invisible skills is intense for women, particularly in the days and months preceding childbirth. It is expected that women, as mothers, quickly adapt to managing the needs of newborns while also adjusting to the changes in their own bodies. Despite any preparation, research, or experience with children from friends and family, nothing fully prepares mothers for the intensity and effort required in childcare. On-the-job training becomes the only means to learn these skills. In rapidly depleting joint family structure, every woman who becomes a mother takes has no option but quickly acquire these entirely new skills. For most women, the learning curve is steep and stressful, demanding immense physical, mental, and emotional effort. Unfortunately, this learning opportunity is predominantly reserved for women in households worldwide, while most of the fathers conveniently escape the demands of acquiring these childcare skills without significant impact on their lives.

For the critics: The critics argue that the disparities in skills and responsibilities between men and women stem from inherent biological differences. It is true that women’s biological ability to bear children and feed them through their bodies naturally necessitates their role in childcare and caregiving. But all the other activities other than feeding, are as much a new skill for women as much it is for men.

The Invisible Skills’ Compounding Effect:

In an ideal world, investing time and energy in building human and hence social capital, especially in the early years, should have a massive compounding effect. Early childhood is a critical period for brain development, with over 85% of the brain’s architecture being formed by the age of five. However, the reality is different. The investment of time and energy by women in childcare is often seen as an erosion of their skill base, both in the market economy and household economics. Instead of recognizing the compounding impact of these new skills, the perceived erosion of previous skills valued by the market diminishes opportunities for paid work. Consequently, women end up shouldering most of the unpaid work burden, with their skill enhancements and time investments going unacknowledged and unmonetized. The tasks and skills required to accomplish childcare work remain invisible—the critical skills of nurturing and building human capital are invisible skills of the invisible hands. Not surprised that their contribution is not even factored in a country’s GDP.

For the Critics: The critics argue that women voluntarily choose to prioritize family and childcare over paid work based on personal preferences or traditional gender roles. They suggest that women’s decision to invest in invisible skills is a matter of personal choice. While personal choices do play a role, it’s important to recognize that these choices are heavily influenced by absence of alternative childcare, societal expectations, norms, and systemic biases.

The Disparity and Its Consequences:

It is truly fascinating, albeit unsettling, to witness the normalized unstable equilibrium in our society. Women, comprising half of the human population, are expected to acquire certain skills simply by being born into their bodies, yet these skills are quickly disacknowledged and de-recognized by the world. Men, the other half of the population, have no incentives to learn these skills because these are not even considered skills. For men, these invisible skills neither contribute to their productivity nor aid in wealth creation. On the other hand, for women, the invisible work of unpaid childcare tenure leads to time poverty and exponentially reduces their wealth and ability to care for their own health. Globally, women are among the poorest in their old age.

Women often find themselves dropping out of or reducing their participation in paid work around the time when they could multiply and build upon their accumulated market skills and wealth. While the wealth curve rises for their spouses and male counterparts during this period, it descends for women with a negative multiplier effect. Statistics on women’s presence in the corporate ladder clearly demonstrate the missed opportunities for compounding their investment. The “Women in the Workplace” by Mckinsey report reveals that women’s representation drops from close to 45% at entry-level jobs to 30% in mid-level positions. Unfortunately, the majority of women do not recover from this phase of no-income and low market skills due to their absence from paid work, resulting in a gradual erosion of their wealth as they age. In countries like India, a mere 3.6% of women hold board chairperson positions, indicating both the absence of women in paid work and the depletion of their wealth as they grow older.

For the Critics: Critics argue that the market economy values certain skills more than others, and therefore women should focus on acquiring skills that are in demand and offer higher economic returns. They claim that the devaluation of invisible skills in the job market is a result of supply and demand dynamics. While the market economy often assigns higher value to certain skills, what about the accrual of future societal benefits of investing in invisible skills? Nurturing future generations, building social capital, and promoting overall well-being are essential for a thriving society but the market suffers from dyscalculia in assessing the value of skills beyond their immediate economic returns.

Invisible skills are the cornerstone of building human capital, yet they remain hidden, undervalued, and unacknowledged. Men’s absence from these invisible, unpaid childcare and household tasks is a reflection of societal expectations and traditional gender roles. But their absence is much bigger missed opportunity for personal growth and connection with their own children. How do we encourage men to actively participate in caregiving and domestic work for their healthy relationship with family and society as a whole? How do we build a future where the compounding effect of skills extends to all individuals, regardless of gender, and where invisible skills are seen, recognized, and given the value they truly deserve?

I leave these unanswered questions here.


Notes:

  1. The Psychology of Money By Morgan Housel
  2. The Atomic Habits By James Clear
  3. The Almanack of Naval Ravikant By Eric Jorgenson
  4. Invisible Women: Exposing Data Bias in a World Designed for Men By Caroline Criado Perez
  5. The Developing Mind By Daniel J. Siegel
  6. https://www.cdc.gov/ncbddd/childdevelopment/early-brain-development.html
  7. https://developingchild.harvard.edu/science/key-concepts/brain-architecture/
  8. https://www.ilo.org/asia/media-centre/news/WCMS633284/lang–en/index.htm
  9. https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2016/04/why-economic-policy-overlooks-women/
  10. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7688061/
  11. https://www.forbes.com/sites/avivahwittenbergcox/2020/05/10/4-phases-of-womens-careers–coping-with-the-crisis–the-30s/?sh=d4b2cdd4fc8d
  12. https://www.mckinsey.com/featured-insights/diversity-and-inclusion/women-in-the-workplace
  13. https://www.un.org/esa/socdev/ageing/documents/PovertyIssuePaperAgeing.pdf

The Poetry of Stillness

Joy of Nature Journaling

A small sapling sprouted from nowhere in a small pot, which had a dried plant in it. I did not remember planting that sapling or any seed. It must be from the last year’s. In the next couple of weeks all the pots, which housed these flowers the last year were full of the flowers.

Where was this seed or the traces of the plant? What kept it alive? My mind pops up with questions, I have no answers. A dry tiny seed produces the same flower with clearly defined attributes, which was stored in its memory. I wonder at the power of soil to regenerate a tiny seed hidden somewhere in it. I wonder at the power of the seed to come alive, retain its memory, live its defined life and then also reproduce. Its memory of waking up with Sun and sleeping back with Sun, flowering when time comes, keep sleeping in the soil when season goes away but rise back from again when season comes. Why?

Science explains how it happens but there is no answer for why does it happen? Why does a seed and plant know the direction of the Sun? Or does it even know? What does it contain in its memory ? Does it have a memory? What kind of memory?

The soil, the Mother Earth nurtures it . The soil is not a dead element. It is a living being on its own.

I wrote all of the above in my daily journal on 21 May 2020 about my experience of watching and the ‘whys’ sprouting in my mind… Till then, I used to enjoy watching the flowers, capturing their beauty in camera and wondering about the life cycles. That day was the first time when I went through this deep experience of observing, noticing and thinking about non-human minds around me. Since then, it has become a habit. Now, I can not stop noticing and thinking about minds of flowers, trees, soil and that all of them have the same consciousness, चेतन, in them. 

Around same time, I discovered the nature journaling as medium to record my observations and my thoughts about nature. I wonder at my own ignorance about the lives and minds, which are scattered around us. The deeper and keener I look around, the more ignorant I feel about the self and the nature. There are so many plants, tree, insects, worm and butterflies I do not recognise in my own garden and in nearby park. If I know some names but not much beyond their names. I hardly know what sustains them and who all they sustain? What are their stories for humans and by humans? 

I share my lack of awareness, the questions and experiences with my daughter, who pretends to be my teacher and tries to give me right answers! And later starts her own question sessions, draws her own nature journal and competes with me.  

Moon Song

Moon is poetry. 

If it appears in the sky, I notice it and every time I notice it, I am in complete awe of its existence. 

If I am sad, the moon reads like a sad poetry.

If I am happy, the moon speaks like a happy poetry. 

Moon completely absorbs the emotions like a sponge and gives a shape and meaning to that emotion. Emotions, which keep changing like moon and with life. 

Moon is unlike Sun but it is the ever-changing truth of life. Sun appears to be consistent, appearing and disappearing around same time in a rhythm. But it is only half truth about Sun. Moon appears to be inconsistent but that is also not the full truth. 

Moon-watching came much later in my life. Initially, it was more about photographing the moon and its craters. But then I observed the pattern of moonrise and moonset and why we cannot spot moon at the same time and same place every day even in the changing shape. I did not remember paying attention to the moonrise and moonsets ever. It was simple happiness of discovering moon and its patterns that transformed into my love for moon-watching. 

I experienced that moon watching is different from Sun watching. There is an excitement in waiting for the full moon, Purnima, because it is not every day. The darkness of night is defined for the absence of moon in the new moon, Amavasya, night sky. I observed the sea waves dancing more beautifully and singing more loudly on Purnina & Amavasya. And then I noticed while tracking time and important days that our culture’s rhythm is beautifully composed around cycles of Purnima & Amavasya. 

The most beautiful expression about moon came from my daughter who said moon is like a hair clip of Shiva. I read her moon poetry in my words. Moon is the most visible accessory of the cosmic consciousness. 

I put my pictures of nature here.

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Moon & Pondicherry Sea
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Sunrise and Sunset Meditation

Sunrise

Sun is life. Sunrise is divine.

A full cycle of life is lived in those sacred moments of arrival of source of life. Every sunrise is different- in time, mind and space. It feels a huge privilege to witness sunrise and every sunrise fills me with gratitude of being alive.

Sunrise watching is meditation. I can never have enough of Sunrises. The sky slowing changing from black to grey to pink, red and orange and finally announcing arrival of a dot, which becomes the day. A new day, a new life, a new form and a new hope.

I have watched sunrise in different phases of life. My earliest memory of watching everyday sunrise was when I was in class 10th. The poem, Usha, which described changing colours of sky so vividly that I wanted to experience the black sky turning grey slate and the pink chalk rubbed over it. The experience was magical and thus began a lifetime love for sunrises.

Sunset

Sun is life, setting Sun is the truth of life.

Life vanishes in a moment. There is a moment’s distance between life and death. Sunset is that moment, separating life from death.

For me, watching sunset is realisation and reminder of futility of this form. The Sun vanishes slowly, taking away with it all the colours of oranges, reds, pinks, creating the space for purple, blue, grey before giving the darkness of night.

Sun, from its glorious present to vanishes in empty future. Truth of all glory of the past and present. Witnessing sunset is beginning of the wait. And then darkness brightens up with its own colours, exposing the hidden universe.

I put pictures of these precious moments of Sunrise and Sunset here.

Thoughts on Photography

As I observe the world around me, I am filled with a profound sense of wonder. Every object, whether it be an earthling or a celestial being, holds within it a captivating story that my eyes can perceive and my mind can absorb. These stories, intricately woven into the fabric of existence, are not only the tales of those I observe but also a reflection of myself as an eager witness. However, I am aware that my capacity to fully comprehend and embrace the multifaceted dimensions of these narratives is limited. I can only strive to be present in the moment, capturing fragments of these stories through the lens of the devices in my hands.

Through the art of photography, I have the privilege of freezing moments that I have lived in, encapsulating them within the confines of a frame. As a mother, I am granted an extraordinary gift—an expansion of my vision, courtesy of two additional eyes and an extra mind. This newfound perspective allows me to create and experience these moments in a different light. It is a profound connection that I share with the world when viewing it through the eyes of my child. Together, we witness the intricate tapestry of life, forging unique bonds with the flowers, birds, trees, insects, rivers, mountains, seas, celestial bodies, and everything in between. My camera becomes a tool that captures not just images but also the intertwining threads of our shared experiences.

In my quest to capture these precious moments, I have learned the importance of restraint. Frequently succumbing to the desire to document everything around me would only serve to distance me from the present. It is during these moments that I release the urge to capture and instead allow myself to fully immerse in the act of observation.

There are instances when I feel an unspoken connection with the birds, as if their gaze penetrates straight into the depths of my soul, urging me to put aside the camera that acts as a barrier between us. In those moments, I realize that our consciousness is intertwined, and I question whether I have sought their approval before attempting to immortalize them in photographs. These contemplations arise especially when engaging in discussions with my child about the importance of seeking permission. It is in these moments of reflection that I find myself wondering: How can I respectfully seek permission from the birds, the trees, the flowers…? And to my astonishment, my child responds with a simple yet profound answer: “Connect with their minds.”

In the depths of that innocent response lies a profound truth. Perhaps the key to seeking permission from the natural world lies not in spoken words or explicit agreements but in the quiet connection we establish with the essence of all living beings. It is through our shared consciousness, our ability to empathize and understand, that we can respectfully navigate our interactions with the world around us. By cultivating a deep sense of connection and mindfulness, we can attune ourselves to the subtle rhythms of nature, allowing us to harmoniously coexist with the birds, trees, flowers, and every other magnificent creation that graces our existence.

I put the moments captured through different devices here.

Birds and their lives

Birds – manifestation of the divine or paintings of the divine!

Who is more privileged- the birds or the humans watching them?

The joy of observing birds, to feel their freedom of flying and touching the sky. I love to observe birds, their minds behind their deep beautiful eyes, their social life, and their intense love for Sunrise and Sunset

There are many families of birds living on the trees adjoining my house in a park in Delhi. These trees are like scared groves sheltering the entire microcosm of universe in them. A banyan, a peepal, two neems, a couple of mulberry providing enough food and branches for a variety of birds. Families of Grey Hornbill, Woodpecker, Coopersmith barbet, Brown headed barbet, Bulbul, Sunbirds, Babbler, Maina, Indian Magpie Robin, Sterling, Tailor birds, Pigeons, Indian white eye, Ashy Prinia, Crows , Cuckoo, Rufous Treepie and Parakeets are regular visitor to our small garden for food and water. 

Over the years, they are like sacred companions of this journey called life. My daily rhythm and soundscape of life is made of their calls, songs and their family discussions. Their visits to garden for water and fun bathing is visual treat to us. We just love to watch them and be in awe of nature’s consciousness,  nurturing and sustaining such beautiful lives on mother earth. 

Then there are other birds I meet at different places in different location. It is so common to find a standard pack of bird across the country, weaving India in one thread. 

I put pictures of birds and their lives here. 

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