Vafadari towards work.

Vafadari towards work.

 I strongly believe that we are like pre paid cards with limited validity; and to wisely use this limited validity I always seem eager to go beyond the classrooms. As these have days made me feel that …you find knowledge everywhere except in the classroom!

My one such experience of exploring the real world took place at Sterling Hospital, Rajkot, where I was conducting a research report on the topic ‘Employee Engagement at Sterling Hospital’.

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‘Priya(name changed) is very innocent; she is a person of literature who reads a lot. Ahh…she looks so sweet when she is angry! The only problem with her is that her height is below average and her complexion is very dusky….Everyone in our college was jealous of our pair as we gelled too well…but suddenly things turned upside. And yeah! I remembered from jealousy that sir; do you find jealousy encircling the employees of sterling..? ’ said a male intern of 25 years.

At the end of his speech, everyone’s eye was fixed on him and I was showering the choicest of abuses on him for chewing my head RAW! (Through my expressions!)

He was like this only! -A person who always speaks, who always asks questions (no matter, whether he makes sense or not!), who always acts informal (it doesn’t matter to him that he was sitting in the HR department of Sterling Hospital), who always speaks language of a ‘Roadside Romeo’ (No matter, others besides him are utterly sophisticated HR professionals), who always has a ‘Chalta hai’ attitude for life (After all, he was drone at his 25^th year!)… Frankly writing, such defiance may win claps from an audience in a cinema hall (like we had claps for ‘Geet’ of Jab We Met), but in reality it was no attitude of formal behavior.

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Management Information System (MIS) - this is something what we presently have in all big organizations and even Sterling follows this pattern. This male intern was working on MIS for his research report. He had to do the data entry of around 200 files i.e. of 200 people, wherein he had to check whether the files contain several document or not like : Joining docket, Probation form, Confirmation form, Job description, Pre-Employment health check up, Identity proof, Address proof,  Annual appraisement form…and several others. (It amounted to total 20 documents that were to be checked in a single file.)

     Data compilation work for MIS was the work basically assigned to him, while I was preparing the report on the topic – ‘Employee Engagement at Sterling Hospitals, Rajkot’ ; no matter my work was not MIS , I used to do it at times just to get the know-how of that system. But whenever I used to do the data entry for MIS, he made it a point to check it again (as he was confident enough to find an error in my work!).

 Doing a Data entry for MIS was always a monotonous, colorless job; I could ever do. Moreover, as I was not going to get any marks for it I allowed a bit of carelessness from my part, regarding my work. (In an age of intense competition, everything gets reduced to numbers; unfortunately education too has been reduced to a game of numbers. At the end of school, all you are worth is the score you achieved at the end of board exams.)

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‘Janvi, Do the work properly. You commit so many mistakes.’ He exclaimed with a flat face.

‘O, hello. Don’t react as if Sterling is your dad’s hospital, Ok! ‘I replied with a frowned face. (The biggest side effect of a having a ‘Super cool self image’ and of ‘I-am-my-favorite’ is that you can’t listen anything negative said about you. And I was the victim of the same problem.)

‘Look, the matter here is not about sterling, it’s about the fact that –‘YOU SHOULD ALWAYS REMAIN LOYAL TO YOUR WORK ( kaam pratiye ni vafadari), I am just trying to do justice with the work I am given.’

I never felt so defenseless in my life after all that day I felt the raw terror of realizing who he was and who I wasn’t.

…later I just fixed my eyes on the scream of the PC with a blank mind and a full heart.

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I neither apologized to him nor appreciated his thought but I just tried to have ‘vafadari towards my work’…                                                                  

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