It is six in the morning, bright and fresh all around. I was shipping through my first cup of tea at my balcony at seventh floor up. Days routines had just made a start as if every thing around had been re-energized. A gathering of children below waiting for their school bus to arrive was making noticeable noise that gives all pleasant feel. Traffic on road had just started rattling. Male folks from slums were getting prepared to leave for their daily earning and their females settling all domestic needs. Every thing around was persuasive and rightfully justified.
Just then, my attention was drawn to a slum lady, busy coaching her little daughter making Chapattis (flat thin cake of unleavened bread) being prepared to be carried by the male folks to their works. I dedicated all my attention to see the interactions between the mother and her child.
She was highly demonstrative in her directive instructions. She was visibly impressive in her analytical ability. She was exhibiting high positive attitude. She had deep understanding of subject knowledge that spoke of her valued experience. Her approach was innovative and too convincing. Her patience was admirable as she was unbelievably cool. Her personality was dynamic matching the best of leadership. She had certainly a human heart. She was a true trainer that I believed so, as the little one was incredibly sincere to learn and highly receptive.
TO ME SHE WAS NO LESS A CORPORATE TRAINER
Trainer does not belong to any specific society, community, class, or generation, nor maintains any pre-determined physical parameter. Each one of us in some form or the other do act as a trainer. We receive training from each other at every step in our life. .