Kenneth is like that. Neat.
But even the neatest of the neat slip now and then. Kenny, as he is better known, didn’t exactly
slip. He knocked over a cup of tea. The tea splashed all over the newspaper he
happened to be reading. Knowing Kenny, he wouldn’t have been pleased with
himself. It happened early in day. No
one was around. No one knew what
happened and in any case it was not an earth-shattering incident. Kenny related the story in passing a few days
later.
‘This boy had brought me a cup of tea. I was reading the papers. I knocked over the cup by accident and
spilled the tea all over the newspaper I was reading. He came back just then. He didn’t ask me what happened. Within minutes he had cleaned up the
mess. What’s amazing is that he came
back a few minutes later with another copy of the same newspaper. I didn’t have to tell him anything.’
There are people like that.
One glance is enough to obtain overall picture, ascertain what’s missing
and figure out what needs to be done. No
questions asked. They know the
have-to-do things and will do it one way or another.
It is known in the offices of The Nation that Thushara is a jack of all trades and a master of
them all. Well, almost all trades. Doesn’t ask too many questions. Doesn’t have to be told everything A-Z. He’s always with a smile. He is alert to things and processes relevant
to the team as well as to individuals in the team. He doesn’t intrude unless he believes it is
absolutely necessary to do so. He cleans
up messes that are more serious than wiping spilled tea off a table and
replacing a soggy newspaper. He anticipates
a lot of spilling and sets up things so that hassle is avoided.
He makes one feel that this world doesn’t fall apart despite
all the crazy, stupid and destructive things that human beings do because
there’s a critical number of Thusharas living in it. We could apply the same principle to other
entities too. States for example. State institutions. Organizations. Boy Scout troops. A traffic-choked road. A play with dozens of actors or a choir with
a hundred choristers. In all these
places and institutions there is what could be called a voice of reason which,
in silence or in soft tone suggestion or in the rare and therefore listened-to
sternness, rises above the cacophony and in fact obtains the degree of silence
necessary for pause, reflection and direction-change.
There are two kinds, at least. Two kinds of approaches. There are times to step back just to create
enough space so that perspective is obtained by all. There are also times to move in and re-arrange
the furniture taking into account the relevant anthropometrics, in particular
those pertaining to the minds of those who people the space. That’s not easy. Minds are diverse and even single minds are
made of moods and eminently made to change shape and direction while
occasionally re-arranging priorities. Prediction is not easy. This is what makes the unsolicited and in
most instances unpaid work of the Thusharas invaluable in preserving the
minimum levels of sanity necessary for a relatively smooth functioning of an
office environment.
It can’t be taught.
There are no degrees on offer on this strange subject. Part of it must be acquired. Part, perhaps,
coded in genetic make-up. Part god-given if you will, as Thushara who is a
Catholic might say, or explainable by what Buddhists might call Sansaara Purudda, habit brought over
from one bhavaya (lifetime) to
another. Whatever it is, there’s another
attendant characteristic: unrecognizability.
Kenny noticed and mentioned in passing in the middle of a
conversation about a lot of other things, but in general the world does not
notice, does not acknowledge and rarely if ever rewards. That’s ‘taking for granted’. But on the other hand, such things are not
anticipated either. If there’s no ‘thanks’,
there is no disappointment. That’s the
nature of people who do have-to-do things.
We are so dependent on them.
If they disappear, the world would not only be poorer, it might collapse
around us and we wouldn’t even know how or why.
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