I have some very fond memories of Diwali. Back then (I am talking about the early to late 70's) noise and air pollution were not much of a concern. Fire-crackers were very basic and not too expensive, designed to make either lot of sound or flash a lot of light. Either way lots of fun. A week before Diwali, the entire extended family had to congregate at my eldest Uncle's apartment for a pre-Diwali dinner. It wasn't much effort, the entire family lived in the same apartment building. It was that day of the year we all looked forward to. He was the family patriarch, and calling him "DAD" was not just a prerogative for his kids alone; all his nephews and nieces had that God's given right as well, and we all called him that till his last day.
Post dinner, he would take his seat with all us cousins around him. Then the huge boxes of fire crackers would be opened up and distributed to all 15 of us (including his own kids). We had our own real Santa Claus. The distribution was done equitably based on age. He did not discriminate between any of us. The younger ones got the safer stuff and the elders the nasty stuff. Once we kids got our share, we would run a side trade between ourselves. We were a business family after all. Some liked the rockets, others the bombs. But we all ended up going to bed very happy and ready to celebrate the week ahead. Being in a joint family was so much fun. There was no need for other friends if we did not care to have one.
As time passed, we as a family grew wealthier. Thanks to my Uncle's vision and the efforts of his brothers to make real the vision, we escaped the lower middle class rung and climbed up to be counted in the A - list of the City's real estate and hospitality world. Something else changed. My Uncle's attitude towards his own brothers, as well as nephews and nieces was no longer the same. From being partners and family, his brothers (including my father) were looked upon as a grudging burden. Over time, the happy traditions were lost and it was plain business from then on, the relations inequitable, which in turn ended up in an out of proportion family feud which took 14 years to cure. To be fair, no one person could be blamed, but the inability of the elders to sit in a room for greater than five minutes before raising a storm did us all in. Finally, after years fighting dirty laundry in Courts, attempted mediation, forced counselling, it was the second generation that slowly and amicably cleaned up the situation at a very great cost - the break up of the family, the business, and each faction slipping into a non relevant status in the social and influencing circles.
Bad as it may sound; from my point of view, at least a large part of the surviving family, get back together once again, on more occasions than just Diwali, to celebrate life. Good to have the family back.

Last week, I was invited to attend a discourse on managing family businesses by two gurus who have authored a book on the subject. The book titled "
Indian Family Business Mantras" by Peter Leach and Tatwamasi Dixit expresses the logical treatment of the subject from a western perspective and polishes it with the spiritual wisdom of the east. It took the two some 5 years to complete the book; a clear reflection of the many disagreements the two may have had on the content; almost mirroring the disagreements that crop up in family businesses itself on how it should be run. How could I say no? It was a subject that had impacted me, and I wanted to know if we could have handled it differently. Or, is it a big money disease that hits every successful family with bad results.
At the venue, I was told by the host that there would be no alcohol or non vegetarian food served. I thought that it was some kind of precaution being taken so as to not offend the growing tribe of intolerant. Yes India is no longer one big happy secular family, but that's a different story. The host corrected me. That was not the real reason. Rather, it was an instruction (not a request) from both the authors, as it was part of their own belief system not to attend events that served either or both. Apparently, the eastern spiritual philosophy had prevailed on the west on this count. Now here is something that the RSS could proudly showcase in their defense (or offence).
Honestly, I found the discourse a bit of let down. Maybe I was expecting something more than what I heard. Or, maybe it had to do with the fact that some of the guests had arrived late, and as a result the whole program had to be rushed. This is another aspect of eastern culture that always beats the western value of "be on time". I am not really accepting of this being fashionably late culture, and from the looks of the presenters, I could make out neither were they.
Having heard the two, I would have otherwise dismissed most of their suggestions as - so what; but for the fact that G.M. Rao of the GMR Group swears by these two management gurus. The two of them helped him bring about a family constitution that all the members of his family can live by; and they include three generations of his family. Now that to me is one Herculean task tackled. Luckily, G.M. Rao happened to be one of the panelist, and, his simple unedited sometime unstructured responses with down to earth honesty left me impressed. He did not hide the fact that there was severe stress and friction to reach a settlement. As the head of the family, to convey his sincerity to the cause, he had to take a whole lot of painful unpalatable decisions. He confessed that ultimately it helped in binding his family together. His words brought back the painful memories I had of my own family, as the issues he spoke of were the same that blighted us. I wish my Uncle had access to such counsel in his time. Maybe our lives would have been different then. Too late on that front I suppose.I doubt if my Uncles and father would have sought such help, even if it was available to them at that time. External intervention, however sage would have been looked upon suspiciously. But then,
I have seen many professionals knowingly or unknowingly aggravate family disputes with their guidance too.
There were a few "Guru Mantras" that did strike me as valuable. In a family business, the primary objective should be the collective well being of the family first and business second. Without the first, there is no second. The greatest wealth a family business generates is the gene pool of individuals that it has to lean on, to grow and not just sustain the business. As the family grows along with the business, holding on to core objectives and distribution becomes even trickier. It is great to be a philanthropist by the best form of good social work is to create an enterprise that engages more and more people in productive work to make them self sustaining - no business structure understands it better than family business.
At the end of the event, after all that I heard, I was in two minds about setting up a trust fund for my own kids. Better to give them some modest start up capital to blow up and hope that they learn that wealth creation process is one long hard road, and wealth destruction a quick short cut. If I do create an enterprise that is grander than my grandest vision, then my kids would have to earn the right to find a place in it. I cannot create any system to protect them for their life after mine. My learning - almost all systems set up for this purpose end up doing exactly the opposite of what they are created for. Then, what can one do for the successors? My second learning (something that I practice) - be connected to them at every phase of their life, and hope for the best. In the end wealth is every bit important, but for a family so is quality time. Unfair equation but a grim reality.
The discourse and discussion ended, and I spotted my cousins in the audience too. The same ones I was at war with for 14 years. For us now, it's like the war had never happened. We will probably never do business together. Such a shame to have lost great partners with fantastic chemistry capability, and resources - and all in the family.
Wishing all my readers a very happy and tolerant Diwali. Have a blast and I don't mean the explosive kind.
I will spend my time reading the book. I was told that it would be well worth my time. Who knows, I may end up writing a book on the same subject based on my own experiences.