Jo Bole, So Kunda Khole
The chief
executive sat at the high table in his office and the heads of different verticals,
sat in straight chairs facing him. Compared to the formal ones he chaired in
the imposing conference hall with individual mics, plush chairs and crystal
bowls of assorted chocolates, boss seemed to like his free-flowing ‘office meetings’.
Everything was formal about ‘office meetings’, yet there was a touch of
informality.
Everyone laughed. I tried.
Tough I still have problem with assigning gender to nouns, I am at home in Hindi and due to my association with Sikhs can understand Punjabi. It took me a while to grasp the meaning of the phrase, for I had not heard it ever before. But what the laughter meant, I understood instantaneously.
“Jo Bole So Kunda Khole” is a phrase that is easily understood across most of Northern India. Literally translated, it means “whosoever spoke (acknowledges), opens the bolt”. Picturising it would help us understand the content contextually better.
Similar Situations – Dissimilar Responses
Imagine a cold wintry ‘after dinner’ time in a hostel room shared by a few friends, all tucked-in under their quilts, warm and comfortable.
Suddenly there is a knock at the main door. What would happen?
Yes. Most would pretend to have not heard it. Most likely, knocks will be repeated, a bit louder or harsher. The person who knocks may even call out the name of someone he thinks will respond. That person may or may not respond. Whosoever acknowledges the knock might have to get out of the quilt, leave the warmth and comfort to face the cold uncertainty.
Jo Bole, So Kunda Khole! That’s what smart people understand. That’s why smart people pretend to be asleep. Sleep? You can be woken up. Pretend to be asleep, you just can’t be woken up.
Now imagine the same situation in the settings of a household.
In many houses though all would have heard the knock, the one who always does, will respond. It is normally the wife, mother or the father. Though everybody would have heard it and anybody could have responded, nobody else bothers. It is taken for granted and over a period of time that person is expected to answer whenever the door calls.
In other houses, though everybody would have heard it and anybody could have responded, the patriarch or matriarch, will delegate someone to answer the door.
In few houses all those who heard, will respond.
Similar situations but dissimilar responses, though predictable. The difference essentially lies in the extent of ownership and degree of involvement of each individual. The range of responses is indicative of how the house is administered, the interdependence, concern for each other and operative control structures, in short everything about the house, the organisation.
Unknown to us, this scenario, plays out everywhere in real-life especially in professional arena. Successful and competitive organisations with surfeit of smart individuals often suffer from ownership deficiency.
The Number Game
It’s the norm to quantify growth parameters. Measurable quantities become assignable targets and deadlines. It can also be converted into ruthless comparative templates for evaluation of performance and easily applied. Growth of employees can then be made dependent on how well they achieve assigned dead-lined targets. Nothing but dead-lined targets matters in the process of getting ahead. It’s an irony that deadlines dictate survival! Being ‘smart’ helps. Pestered for results, people come up with ingenious ways, even bordering on trickery or outright fudging.
Many organisational issues cannot be converted into numbers. At least, commitment and loyalty cannot be. These are intrinsic. With everyone chipping away to ensure individual success in a competitive environment, un-quantifiable, un-enumerated organisational issues are orphaned. Organisational growth and success, unfortunately is not the arithmetical sum of success of the individuals in the organisation. For many smart individuals the two have no link even.
Competition and Collaboration
Collaboration in modern competitive spaces is often convenience and need driven. Anything contrary could be wasteful investment of resources. Since growth is number driven and evaluation is done on assigned tasks, organisations seldom find people voluntarily tending to it on issues beyond the assigned. The few sincere who do so, may well be stamped naïve and gullible. Organisations that promote ‘smart’ culture effectively denies itself the fruits of sincerity.
Smart Ones
Smart employees, for most of us, are ones who come up with quick responses, easy ways out of situations and readily offer solutions to problems. They articulate and communicate effectively, seemingly have a way with people and even carry themselves well. Few of them are competent and genuine. But for most part, they are experts in short cuts, provide solutions which have potential of being problems themselves later. Rarely in dissonance with superiors, such people may actually not hesitate to bend or break rules and are intelligent enough to cover tracks. Most make themselves visible amidst the most happening of places and manage being rewarded. Engrossed in navigating their way up organisational ladders, they care least about the organisation.
Smart people don’t leave their quilts! Under the arc light and for visibility they certainly will.
Sincere Ones
Willing to give up the comfort of their quilts these are people who take up orphaned work for the organization. Naïve and gullible, they have organisation in their hearts. Though they too would love to be recognised and their contributions acknowledged they normally lose out to smart workers. In the competitive environs of smartness and collaboration of convenience they lose out because they don’t invest in optics but remain engrossed in intricate invisibles.
Luckily every organization has adequate space and growth avenues for such people too because without their invisible presence organisations crumble. These are people on whom organisations bank on in times of crisis. With smarties absorbed in their upward trajectories or the next opportunity to jump ship, sincere ones stick around when the road turns bumpy. It’s not difficult to spot them.
Choice
Having a lot of people flocking around, agreeing with us and admiring whatever we do, does give a heady feel. It can actually make us feel powerful. Boisterous followers lull us to believe in our own invincibility and infallibility. It sure helps create a myth. Unfortunately, it may be far from truth. While we are immersed in the illusions of grandeur, someone telling us that we are wrong can be a damp squib.
Entrusted with the task of staffing? Its wiser to choose the sincere over the smart, unless one is smart oneself!
Epilogue
I had many ‘jo bole, so kunda Khole’ moments in my career.
But looking back with the wisdom of hindsight, all those moments were also moments of affirmation of faith by my boss in my abilities and commitment to the organisation.
I rose in hierarchy and was heard each time I spoke. I retained the freedom to disagree. Most of my bosses didn’t find it subverting their authority. Many a time my boss did exactly as I recommended and many times he overruled against my wishes. As a superior I always believed in my team’s sincerity. I was amply rewarded.
The many ‘jo bole, so kunda Khole’ moments, I gave myself defines what I am.
While competitors and adversaries may laugh at your ‘jo bole, so kunda Khole’ moments, remember it may be the window for the boss to see real you. After all everything can’t be reduced to numbers, targets and deadlines.
Lesson for Life
Looking back, after one
or two ‘jo bole, so kunda Khole’ moments with my bosses as I rose in hierarchy,
I realised no one ever assigned me a task. They always entrusted me with responsibilities.
[1] The responsibility
assigned to me was executed exceptionally well by my team. Two of my team
members were appropriately rewarded. Anyone entering or leaving that
geographical area admires the job and gets motivated. I came up for special
mention in a widely attended emotional speech by my boss. Some rewards are for
the heart and heart alone and I carry it still.
