We have a call every morning to plan the day and look at workload. Normal. Transactional. The kind of meeting where tasks move… but intent often doesn’t.

But my visit to Baski with Milind Thatte changed that.

In the remote village of Khotigaon (Gaodongri, Canacona), Baski is a circular space where the village gathers before any collective decision. Newborns are celebrated here. Mourning is held here. Festivities are planned here. Even hunting rituals are agreed upon.

The ritual is simple: sit in a circle. No podium. People face each other, speak, listen, pause… and then decide.

Not a meeting point. A decision space.

That morning, about 12 villagers gathered there and decided to walk two hours uphill to prepare for Shigmo at the hilltop temple. We met them on the way back, exhausted, yes… but not frustrated. Calmness of the kind that comes when a decision is made together, and therefore carried together.

Someone also mentioned that some researchers speculate places like this could be far older—possibly even a prehistoric burial-ground structure. I can’t verify that. But the thought lands: we’re temporary… and so are most things we argue about.

Standing there, two truths hit at once:
• Decisions matter—they shape effort, responsibility, emotions.
• And in the long arc of time, we’re perishable too.

Which brings me back to our modern conference rooms: TVs, neat chairs, coffee… all the ingredients. And yet discussions go haywire, and decisions are oddly rare.

honestly what’s the last truly important decision you made in a conference room?

Today it made me see our morning call differently: it’s not just planning. It’s a daily Baski moment – a pause to set intent.