When it is a habit:
Coming from a predominantly business family and taking over the reins of the business when the time was ripe has been customary since five generations. There has never been too much of a revolutionary change as such because most of the members would nonchalantly follow the family tradition, study well, follow into college with a business administration or a management degree and a post graduation and dutifully they would be into the family business and anointed to be the next someone or someone in the hierarchy.
No revolutionary changes:
It looked as if the prerogative of the earlier generations was almost the same. To make sure that the show went on. The work and the tandem were never ever disturbed and things looked normal just the way they were going.
But something really drastic happened when it was time for me to enter business. About two decades ago, the world was on the brink of a technological revolution. There were gadgets to enter the stocks and the accounts instead of books to be maintained manually. The attendance and the inventory slowly got overtaken by automated software. The production and the logistics also took giant leaps. Something that actually happened that changed the outlook and the face of the business. And believe me it was far removed from what I had seen and known since I was a young boy and during the time that my dad reigned in business.
The shrinking desk phenomenon:
This is a phrase that I have coined myself but I think it defines my experience the best! You see, when I was very young and use to visit my father at his office and I used to bring a set of colors and a book that my mother used to give me so that I would color a few pages. Those days, I used to think that my mum was so fond of my coloring that she insisted I color at least a few pages and she dutifully drooled over each one of them! In the hindsight, I sometimes laugh at the experience because a few years down the line my mum once confessed to me that the coloring she insisted was so that I could keep to myself and not interrupt dad in his work or cut him short during his meetings!
But the point is that I never had place to keep my things on his desk. There was a big computer with a large monitor which was propped on to a CPU and then there was keyboard in a separate pull away drawer, there was an intercom, a facsimile machine, a calendar, an EPABX, a huge big appointment diary, a pen stand full of beautiful stationery and a big bulky phone!