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Monday, 14 October 2013

What they don't teach at the training centres! (with due apologies to Mark McCormack ).


When I took up a new job about two decades ago I had to undergo an initial nine months training. There were about forty of us and the training period was one of the finest times of our lives. It was as if we were back in college; we shared great camaraderie, struck good friendships and played a lot of pranks.
In spite of all the merrymaking we did learn a lot in the classrooms, but for me the most memorable lessons were learnt outside the classroom. Here are a few of them.
 
A dangerous language: Once the  Managing Director gave us a visit and after his speech the floor was opened for questions.  One trainee, let us call him Chris, stood up and asked “Sir, how did you manage to become an MD?”
The Principal, who is normally unflustered, suddenly sprang to his feet and screamed: “Chris! The sentence “How did you manage” connotes that you are not qualified, yet somehow made it. What you really meant was “What qualities helped you to reach this position” is it not? English is a dangerous language; be careful when you use it”. Chris nodded sheepishly, everyone had a good laugh and the atmosphere became relaxed again.

“How did you manage to” soon became a catchphrase among us and people started teasing Chris with comments like “How did you manage to get selected ”. At first Chris laughed it off. When it became too annoying he changed tactics and responded that he knew his English well enough and that he meant exactly what he had said!

I learnt a few lessons from this incident, but the most important one is what I learnt from Chris - if fate hands you a lemon make lemonade out of it, or in other words, make virtue out of a necessity!

Smart working: We had to write exams every Saturday and Friday evenings were very stressful as that was the only time many of us read our study material. One such day a friend who walked into my room saw me struggling with my studies and took pity on me. He told me that I was studying the unimportant chapters and advised me on the really important ones. Since he was one of the bright guys who scored high in the exams, I took his advice. The next day I was pleasantly surprised to see questions from the chapters suggested by my friend. It was later learnt that the smart guys had made arrangements with the office boy to get in advance a copy of the question papers!

The lesson learnt? It is working smart that matters, not working hard; or as the motivational speaker and author Shiv Khera put in a pithy statement- “Results are rewarded, Efforts aren’t”.
The Free lunch: One day a faculty member asked one of the trainees some innocuous question but it was perceived by us an insult on the entire class. And as it usually happens, it snowballed into a long list of grievances. We trainees got together and decided that we won’t have lunch the next day unless our problems were resolved. When word got around that we had boycotted the lunch, the entire faculty came over and requested us to take the food. They said that problems can be discussed and that taking or not taking of the food is not going to affect the outcome; moreover the cost of the food has been incurred and wasting it was the wasting of public money. That sounded reasonable (or was it hunger getting the better of me?) and I addressed the class that we should now take the food. Suddenly there were protests all around against my traitorous stand. I was asked either to shut up and sit down or go ahead and take the food if I wanted to be in a minority of one! I thought hard and finally, the fear of getting isolated forced me to take the first option.

Later that evening, I told some of my friends that foregoing lunch was not the right decision and that I should have gone ahead and taken the food. Suddenly all of them said that if only someone had shown the courage to take the lunch they would have followed suit!
I learned a lot of lessons that day; but the most enduring one is that in a democracy it is the voice of the majority that counts.

Footnote: These lessons should have served me well. Sadly, like the Bourbon kings of France, I forgot nothing and learned nothing! I often lacked the wisdom to acknowledge these truths, much to my disadvantage. It is said that the wise learn from the mistakes of others. I hope you would.