Grandpas lesson on Leadership (?)

One day, I remember, I sat with my Grandfather — a 75-year-old man who has lived his life with pride and served as a school teacher and had been a subject of reverence among his students. In his heavy voice, he started sharing a story from his childhood. Those were old days of 1960’s, he mentioned. The world was different, we lived in a small village where the mode of transportation was not a car or a bike but rather the long forgotten bullock cart. He asked me in a tantalizing voice, Do you even know what that is? I said in a silly tone — it is like a horse cart but with Bullock, right? We shared a laugh.

He continued, during those times a bullock cart was not just a medium of travel but also was used for movement of goods. It was summer times and he was travelling with his father (great grandfather, woah!) with goods on the back of the cart. They stopped the Bulls to rest and drink some water and replenished themselves. When they started again they soon reached a point where the had to climb a steep surface. The Bulls tried in beginning but soon they stood and became obdurate. Any attempts to make the unruly bulls move forward were inconsequential.

Twin Bulls: (Created using: autodraw)

The old man (great grandfather) dropped off the cart. He moved to the front of the cart, moved his hand over the head of the bulls. The Bulls responded in equally vehement manner. Then he went between the two bulls and started trying to pull that heavy cart all by himself. Obviously, the old man couldn’t even move the cart by no inch. My grandfather — then a kid — couldn’t understand why his father was trying to pull the cart by himself. But after just a couple of minutes of drama, he observed that the cart got a start. A very tiny nudge towards the front and in a very small while the cart started to climb up the steep sloop. The old man jumped back on the cart and passed a smile to my grandpa.

This small incident changed the way my grandfather thought about human relations. Grandpa continued in his deep old voice, with now the enthusiasm settling down, the Bulls felt the love and care his father had for them. They possibly got galvanized by the old mans attempt to help them.

Humans, he continued, are more complex beings but are driven by the same emotions of love, care, hope. And he left it to me to get the moral out of the story and this explains the (?) in the title.