Wednesday, December 31, 2014

The Treasured Oblivion...

Oh Dear! I’m still search for words as I’m about to enumerate the most outlandish of incidents that took place this year…and effectively jolted “those favorable odds”. And to make it worse, the blunder had to happen just before the appraisals.

You know, how difficult it is to work in the Government sector where people are always ready to dig out you faults (when there are none). But this was something ghastly…something really really kooky. Just to give you a small background, we are technology consultants who intend to “frame” a new India...an e-enabled network that is directed towards creating a fast, accurate and seamless service delivery gateway for all the citizens; our vision is to create a paperless India and of course we are also involved in cluster / community development program-mes in and around West Bengal. That sounded very insightful…rather discerning, right?

Ghanta! When you ‘mingle’ with the ground reality, you get to know how difficult the job is to “convince” the ‘critical mass’, who have absolutely no freaking idea of what’s going on. And the worst part is, sometimes you are judged by the “way you look”…rather than the way you preach. To cut the long story short, this ‘adversity’ took place a couple of weeks back when I sent across to deliver a presentation on the “Best Manufacturing Practices” at the Zari embroidery cluster in West Bengal…the audience, understandably, being a female dominated one. It started off quite well, I have always managed to stitch a decent chemistry with my listeners…the course material was pretty much exhaustive as well.

But the problem cropped up when I called one of those “indifferent” ladies up to the board, trying to test her “Degree of diligence”. But the response I got, was astonishing…oh wait, startling is perhaps the right term.'

“Hum Musaalmano se training nahi lete”- FREAK! Straight on face, she phonated.
“WHAT? Musalman? Like how, when, why?”- I kept wondering, it was more of a shock over anything else…why on Earth should I be a Muslim, and how is that even relevant here?
Nobody in the crowd protested…it certainly seemed like a “one-sided-movement”, oh hello…did I just say “movement”? Humiliated, gutted, abhorred, disgruntled…whatever you say, I completely lost it…and hurriedly walked away from the scene.
*Why did they disrespect me like that?*- The question kept lingering in my mind for the next days and as usual, my mom solved the riddle.
“How many times have I asked you not to go into a presentation with the weird facial hair-style? People nurture weird perceptions you know!!”- She calmly elucidated.

Hold on!!!! Hold on right there…I know what she meant by perception…I know for sure. The disjointed dots started to fall in place…now I could correlate between a partly un-shaved look and the perspicacity of ‘being a Muslim’. This is exactly what Aamir Khan tried to point out in the revolutionary abstraction “Wrong number” in this latest blockbuster PK. Who cares though? They ‘prefer’ to remain in the dark…they ‘prefer’ to bow down to the listless conventions and nurture their treasured oblivion. Sigh!!


Disclaimer: 'This post is a part of #WillYouShave activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette'. I would like to tag 2 of my fellow bloggers Depanjan and Biswa in this post and request them to express their views on this interesting topic in form of a blog-post. This post is a response to Biswa's tag in his blog post: "Moment of Glory".
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