E for Effort

At a workplace called the Professional World of Words, ‘Effort’ was the tiniest of all. Not in the number of letters, but worth. A small word. The majority, especially ‘Everyone’, from top to bottom, considered it useless. However, ‘Effort’ was always careful, and came to visit only the ones who had a big heart, affection for the workplace, and were polite. The ones who were dedicated, invested a lot of time to ensure others’ happiness and comfort, were ethical in their personal and professional lives, were loyal to the core, were honest and transparent, and were responsible, caring, loving, and devoted – even if ‘No one’ noted or cared. In this subtle World of Words, ‘Effort’ wasn’t considered worth anything, and hence spent time with three of his colleagues, ‘Output’, ‘For’ and ‘Granted’. So, ‘Effort’ was being taken ‘For Granted’ and ‘Output’ was achieved ‘Anyway’. ‘Responsibilities’, ‘Blames’ and ‘Overload’ adored ‘Effort’ and kept chasing him – all the time.

No matter how intense, lengthy, and hectic the ‘Effort’ was, ‘No one’ measured or respected ‘Effort’. The findings showed that ‘Effort’ should have been equally proportionate to the bigger words. The words which hitherto set an example of their long-term alliance with ‘Effort’ and ‘Outputs’. These were Acknowledgement, Appreciation, Motivation, Encouragement, Exposure, Protection, Security, and Appraisals. However, ‘No one’ realized that the bigger words had lately started snubbing ‘Effort’, because ‘Anyone’ who discovered ‘Effort’ being associated with the bigger words, complained to a panel. This panel comprised of ‘Gender’, who suffered the most; Age, who was always dominated by the others – especially the junior, and Grade and Politics, who were having an affair with the Supreme book of Rules and the lengthy list of Guidelines, respectively. The latter two-panel members often had inner conflicts with Gender and Age, and hence they used to report to the chief ‘Milord Ethics & Logic’. The ‘Milord’ knew it all – and ‘Order’ worked with him.

Whenever ‘Order’ came out of the Milord’s file cabin, ‘Everyone’ hugged ‘Jealousy’ – for Milord’s ‘Order’ had its assistant, ‘Importance’, which ‘Everyone’ wanted, even if they lacked ‘Competency’. ‘Importance’ felt safe and sound with ‘Effort’. However, they had a complicated relationship, which dwelled on Ethics & Logic’s ‘Order’.

The panel kept broadcasting the statements without consulting with Milord, and at times ‘Someone’, ‘Few’, ‘Everyone’, and ‘Many’ got erased. However, ‘No One’ realized that Effort never backed down. And of course, Milord didn’t know, and neither did he share this with ‘Order’.

‘Gender’ was neutral and was exhausted from being compelled to quit. One day, ‘Gender’ was demeaned for taking a leave, for she could rather sit with her baby ‘Care’ at home; as ‘Condescending’ – her husband was anyway earning a lot. Another day, ‘Gender’ was insulted for taking leave as his wife ‘Humanity’ was stuck with ‘Sickness’. Yet another day, ‘Someone’ found ‘Gender’ collaborating with ‘Effort’ to make sure that ‘Output’ is doing well. ‘Someone’ slandered ‘Gender’ for losing its ‘Character’ – an entity which all the words had to carry as their identity card. Being a part of the panel, ‘Gender’ couldn’t do much. It went and cried a well, spending much of its time with ‘Devastated’.

‘Age’ had good terms with ‘Everyone’. However, ‘No One’ behaved appropriately with Age. She was shamed for working for long years and was told by the ‘Grade’, ‘Guidelines’, ‘Rules’ and ‘Politics’ to follow ‘Retirement’ and acknowledge the ‘Mercy’ which the World of Words had. ‘Age’ had to join hands with ‘Demotion’  and only then could work with ‘Solace’.

‘Importance’ dealt with ‘Everyone’. Faced accusations. Humiliations. Ridicules. Just for the sake of being ‘Importance’. However, she knew that with ‘Effort’ on one side and ‘Ethics & Logic’ on the other, she could survive. So, she drank the grim pitch-black ink and kept typing. She didn’t want to leave behind ‘Effort’, but she also prayed for her previous friendship with the bigger words.

All this time, ‘No One’ understood that ‘Effort’ was a part of all. And despite all the crumpled and torn ships, Effort was just not giving up. Instead, it kept coercing the ones it visited to keep going, for someday, ‘Someone’ might notice and again help in revitalizing the friendships with the bigger words.

‘Effort’ has been since sometime conducting meetings with ‘Optimism’, ‘Self-Confidence’, ‘Creativity’ and ‘Hard Work’, with ‘Hope’ chairing the sessions. ‘Effort’ believes that soon ‘Everyone’ would realize that ‘Everyone’ cannot judge ‘Someone’ by the monetary outputs or return on investments – for ‘Everyone’ isn’t allotted a task to deal with a client named ‘Money’. That the World of Words cannot keep evaluating one’s performance based on such materialistic results. It cannot survive on insults. Or humiliation. Or judging them by their personal lives.  And more importantly, by insulting Gender, Age, Humanity, and Time – the hours one spends at the World of Words, carrying personal ‘Struggle’ babies in their bags and ‘Emotions’ in their minds.

‘Effort’ and ‘Importance’ have faith in ‘Ethics & Logic’. That ‘Effort’ can thrive with ‘Importance’. And facilitate the friendships which are now under review of the phony panel.

This story of ‘Effort’ is for ‘Everyone’ – for these days, ink and paper don’t quite work together. Spreading the World of Word’s story by the Word of Mouth, with a smile.

Bloom.

We were in 3rd/4th grade and everyone used to play games in the playground during the recess. There were no rules, no age-bar, no gender bias; one could witness kids playing hide and seek, ice-water, red-letter, steps, catch-the-ball or a football match-especially during the monsoon when the ground was full of water puddles.

These matches were either intra-section, inter-section or even inter-grade at times. After the 40-minute recess got over, the PT teachers used to collect the skipping ropes or footballs or tennis balls.

The teams used to sing after the match. Not “sing-a-song” sing, but a slogan. The winning team sang- “Hum jeet gaye, hum jeet gaye; wo haar gaye, wo haar gaye” (We won, we won; they lost, they lost) while running towards the school building happily. It was their way of expressing joy. Happiness. Victory. Everyone appreciated it and none of the teachers asked them to shhh.

BUT, the team which lost, ALSO used to sing – “Hum haar gaye, hum haar gaye, wo jeet gaye, wo jeet gaye” (We lost, we lost; they won, they won) – with equal enthusiasm and appreciation for the winning team. This team might have been upset about losing, but their happiness was all about playing the match whole heartedly, knowing that it’s just a game they played in that short recess, which refreshed them and prepared them for the next.

Both the teams used to walk together, happily, in a group, teasing each other, smiling, laughing, hugging, pushing, clapping and giving high-fives. Their uniforms would be full of dirt, black polished shoes turned brown with mud; and faces and hands messed up. But the smiles on their faces and the care and appreciation they had for each other was outstanding. It was human.

We all grew up on the same swampy ground and played in the same mud – at a different time and place, maybe. Like numerous lotuses in the water pond. Some turned out to be the flower petals, some roots, some the plant leaves. And some even the foundation – the water.

My click at IIM Indore.

But now, it is not just a ‘match’ for us. We are formal, and our ‘uniforms’ are now stained with a competition to get the best ‘catch’. There is no genuine appreciation or encouragement, nor we are expressing victory or failure whole-heartedly. We are chasing our ‘goals’ wearing formal polished shoes. We serve ‘penalty shots’ and blame others for expecting or even asking something out of concern, and then often declare a ‘foul’.

Its time we again take a short recess, trust the light, grow through this dirt, believe in new beginnings, breathe in deep and let life unfold. Bloom.

SCREENPLAY: Salary

Scene 1

‘Ana, from today onwards, you won’t be sharing anything about your new home at your parents’ place or anything about your parents’ place here. You now belong here and you need to live according to us. Also, just quit your ten-hour job. How will you take care of your husband?’

‘Grandma, we both will manage the home. I will never let your grandson or you down.’

‘Oh Ana, you have already let us down by going to work. How much do you earn?’

‘It’s just 30-32K as of now, but I am looking forward to getting an increment.’

‘How does increment or promotion matter? The men in the house should work and earn. You just focus on Aadi’s career, not yours. If at all you want, we will deposit some amount every month in your bank account. Consider that as your ‘salary’ for taking care of our grandson and his home.’

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‘But what about my career? Sister-in-law is also working, right? How would we feel if her in-laws don’t allow her to work after marriage? We won’t like that, right? That’s why we’re looking for grooms working in her current city…’

‘Don’t argue. After all, girls are meant to leave their paternal place. We don’t have any right on them later on. Let her future in-laws decide what they want to do with her. You just focus on the ‘offer’ I gave you.’

Scene 2

Aadi brought some street food in breakfast on a weekend. He had developed this habit of constantly taunting Ana about how much he spent. Ana was annoyed with this.

‘What happened Ana? Today you ate a kachori worth Rs. 10, yet you’re annoyed?’

‘Why do you keep taunting me about how much you spend on me, Aadi? I never asked you for money. I am paying the maids, the cook, paying the TV cable bill, laundry and grocery. I am taking care of my own expenditures as well. I never asked you for money.’

‘Well Ana, you should have. Ask me for money. Ask me like other wives ask their husband. I will lend you some money then.’

‘Like other wives? I can take care of my own expenses. And you know what, one of my friend’s husband transfers 30K every month to her bank account for home expenses and even her expenses.’

‘Your friend must be a housewife! You quit the job, I will also transfer 10K every month to your account.’

‘No, I love my job. And by the way, I earn 30K. Why would you transfer just 10K? Will you quit your job to take care of home chores?’

‘Hahaha! Are you serious? Yes, I might quit my job. I am working just to pay my education loan. After that, I will sit and relax at home while you go to work. Although, right now… You first need to qualify to earn 30K. Learn how to take care of the house, learn how to cook various cuisines, take care of my family… Then probably I will lend you 30K. As of now, even 10K sounds like you’re overpaid.’

Ana didn’t say anything to Aadi, for it was such a waste. Empty vessels make the most noise, right? She kept wondering why just women are forced to quit their jobs to take care of the house? Why is taking care of the home or home chores not gender neutral? How can one estimate the ‘salary’ of how much a woman ‘works’ at home? Anyway, she took a pledge never to quit her job. After all, she wanted to eat the Rs. 10 kachori forever, with self-earned money with self-respect!

 

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