Wednesday, April 23, 2014

BONDed Learning – All Shaken and Stirred!!!

I have watched and listened, with horrified silence, to innumerable conversations on the motives for learning (in the traditional sense of the term). And on every occasion that a request comes in to facilitate a training program, the motives shared have escalated in their ability to baffle one and all! India Inc. has transformed the learning function into a well-oiled, attention catching machine. Be it for rolling out a policy or a procedure, send out a tough message, to keep people occupied and last but not the least to keep employees away from their desks at “crucial times”  –  and the learning function has most often than not been able to rise up to the occasion. It’s a routine exercise! The customization of the program is primarily dependent NOT on the learner needs but on the client needs; and in this case, the organizational need. Hence, the knowledge acquired is precast, sensitized and censored and all this in a world where knowledge is freely available at the click of the internet button! OR IS IT????

It wasn't much of a surprise to me when a similar request came in today morning. Entertaining the muscle men from India INC has become pretty much a prefrontal cortex game. No surprises there! What started initially as a horrific revelation that we are swimming in a sea of contradictions has now graduated to a quiet and doddering acceptance of abandoning the mind, MY mind! Now, after all, aren't we surrounded by a plethora of such events? 

Guess what?! Learning is now an EVENT and we are all EVENT MANAGERS and I am a Learning Event Manager who hasn’t been able to convince this blockhead I have been speaking with (for the last couple of hours) that the 15 countries that constitute the Gulf is NOT the Middle East for India, but for the Western mind. Bring out the map and attempt to prove it to the logical mind and lo and behold, he reverts to the “a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”! Happy Birthday Mr William Shakespeare... I am rewriting my own version of ‘Comedy or Errors’ where I paint myself as a character from Macbeth (Act 1, Scene 1) contemplating ‘to be or not to be’!

No, he doesn't have extended family working in Kuwait or Muscat! No, he doesn't enjoy the Dubai Shopping festival. No, he doesn't refer to any of the malls in or outside India as “Suk”! He is just the average Indian working in a MNC and has been told of the presence of his organisation in APAC (Asia Pacific), Americas, and EMEA (Europe, MIDDLE EAST and Africa). Aha, therein lies MY learning… Not etched on a map, not reflecting in commonsense but in the Induction manual and the site map of an organization.

‘Ok’… I said and decided to move on.

“You disagree?” pat came the reply. He looks at me with absolute bewilderment and a faint look of dismay that is more often than not best captured by our very histrionic Arnab Goswami. Our friend had replicated that look. His look seemed to suggest that I had committed a grievous sin. 

My faint attempt to shoot down our disagreement over the Middle East (just its name and not its existence) was a failure. I had to get out of this situation. There were far more important things to discuss! I was suffering a queer moment of utter ludicrous distress; a Pickwick flash– a moment when a person is panting, lying, sighing, crying, dying all at the same time; and amidst all this, with the fervent hope of displaying the characteristic of an educated mind (ahem) that entertains a thought without accepting it, I quipped “I need to process this bit of Information.”

Clearly, I was on the wrong side of the gun, yet again! “Process?! Whatever for? It says so right here in our manual. Check out the internet. Google refers to it as the Middle East” bellowed our very own version of Arnab. It was a bellow I will never forget. The last I heard it was when I laughed while driving through a fairly long tunnel. I had stopped laughing for a while after. Today I listened to the same sound pitched at a much higher decibel. I won’t laugh again for some time.  I watched his disbelief and listened to him spew the www and the http:// mantra.  He had been poured into his learning clothes and had forgotten to say when.  It was a downpour of education and he had forgotten to say stop either. I needed my escape hatch.

I smiled, batted my eyelids, relaxed my posture, bent ahead, and with all the calm that I could possibly gather went for the one final guillotine! “I so agree. We human beings need to know enough to open our mouth just to eat; but certainly no more. For the rest, I will leave it to Google.” The "I" did the trick. He smiled and relaxed for a moment tasting his sweet victory. 

Having addressed (or not) the issue at hand, we moved on to discussing the more important things in life, his life rather, like the designing of a learning ‘event’ on ‘Innovation at the workplace’… Yes …Innovation!!!!

He spoke, I heard. He interrogated, I responded. He smiled, I grimaced. He leaned back, I leaned in (not the Sheryl Sandberg lean in). He rested, I rusted. He different, me indifferent.  He crossed his arms ….. and I let go!

I am reminded of Wodehouse in Love among the Chickens: “I am not always good and noble. I am the hero(ine) of this story, but I have my off moments” 

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