“Enlightenment is ego’s ultimate disappointment.”
– Chogyam Trungpa
The corporate corridors are chockfull of Self-aggrandizers.
The self-absorbed professionals, menacingly proclaiming their own exaggerated importance, power, or reputation. They evaluate their prominence by the immensity and pull of their fiefdom. Their ego surreptitiously entraps them tightly. Even brilliant professionals, unknowingly reach to a stage where they stop listening to any inputs. They strongly and only believe in their own views.They severely suffer from a ghoulish “I-Me-Mine” syndrome.
The unappealing manifested symptoms of such distorted tendencies are so obvious and all around at our work places. Today, it is almost like an epidemic. The only branded method of decreeing our dominance over others. At times, it is masked and tacitly refined. In certain cases, the magnified individuality, also genuinely drive them crazy so as to show off their supremacy to others. When professionals are so obsessed with their own gainful projections, they are likely to misplace their focus on expected role commitments.
Last week at a tranquil suburb hotel in Pune, I was addressing a group of professionals on incubating culture of Organization Building and sharply accentuating on the decisive role of a CEO. The focus was on “Why many large enterprises are impressively effective at managing growth and functional complexities, but actually quite compromised at building a process driven decision making future organisation”.
Abruptly, one back-bencher agitatedly delivered a long monologue (I scantily remember few lines even now), “Sir, who should be accountable first… Everyday internal and external demands are multiplying… What to do when leaders make pitiable decisions, estrange worthy people, pamper sycophants, and close their eyes to noticeable opportunities and development plans…Why leaders do not learn from failures…Why there are cracks between how such leaders see themselves and how others see them.…?”
While listening to his expressive eruption, although my gaze was fixed outside through frame on the horizon at murky haze of rain spread, a sketchy image of this blog emerged in my mind at that very moment…
The most quoted and fabled soliloquy in Shakespeare’s play Hamlet.
Often we talk about Hamlet’s famous dilemma. His unrelenting brooding and travails. His tenacious struggle to unknot the most obstinate and demanding question. In midst of an emotionally challenging promise, he always tried to disentangle his dilemma. It was not that he was disloyal to his father, but that he had never resolved to discern the scruples matter out of his muddled mind.
His tragic flaw was his procrastination.
(“Oh yeah, I am at my work station… unceasing buzzing of telephones and murmuring of fellow colleagues…people are peeping on my screen while heading towards coffee dispenser…my inbox is like on fire…last minute unscheduled meeting requests…and I have a deadline to complete my weekly report… so much to cover…even the clock on the filing cabinet wall is virtually mocking at me…just another busy day at office! Oh God, my day is bursting… so much to do… I do not know how I will finish all the work…well it is fine to put weekly report off until later…may be tomorrow or definitely sometime before next week…”)
A blinding influence that can intuitively incapacitate your effectiveness at work…
“Once upon a time, there was a brave king called….”
Picture a stretched sun-filled summer noon, in the leafy shadow of the portico of a placid hamlet-home on the corner of a small town in the west of India, a toddler innocently listening to the story…
When I look back at my growing years, I realize that my mother’s folk tales or father’s mythical heroic legends had a great influence over the shaping up of my life values. How to be like our brave patriotic heroes, how one has to struggle hard to objectify the dreams, which behaviour to be side-stepped, and many other pieces which are characterized ‘Good’ and ‘Normal’ in our daily life. Whether I acknowledge it or not, my parents, teachers, and other family elders had a lasting and empowering influence over the final architecture of my humble native wisdom.