This is in response to an email in which I refused to do a podcast on the pretext that I had no experience.
Professionals are overrated – The Titanic was built by professionals. The Arc by amateurs!
This is in response to an email in which I refused to do a podcast on the pretext that I had no experience.
Professionals are overrated – The Titanic was built by professionals. The Arc by amateurs!
I have a colleague from Indore, India.
A couple of years ago, he quit his job and went on a world trip. He came back and started his job again. When I saw him, I asked, "What the point?"
He replied after taking a relaxing sip of his coffee: "Hamare Indore main aik kahawat mashoor hai:
bhaR main jaaye naukri bech khaii bandooq
Phir karainge naukri phir khareedain get bandooq
Kehte hain:
"Agar aap restaurant main jaa ker akele khana kha sakte hain, ya cinema main jaa ker akele film dekh sakte hain to aap bohat masboot aasaab ke maalik hain - aur zindagi main bohat kuch akele ker sakte hain"
Humans are strange. If we have a preconceived notion, we can't see self-evident things.
A month ago we had a mild storm in our city. We were unlucky to have a tree fall on the electricity grid. We, all in the neighborhood, thought it would take 4-5 days before power gets restored. Similar were the announcements from local city councilors and leaders.
Two days later, when I woke up, the TV screen was on with messages like Wifi=disabled, portal=off, etc.
I was sitting on the sofa in front of the TV screen, still thinking power was out, as my brain already believed that it would take at least a couple more days for power to be restored.
It took me 30 minutes to realize that if the TV screen is on with all such messages, my Wi-Fi signal on my iPhone is visible, then the power should be back. Indeed it was.
Preconceived notions and beliefs turn human minds very blind to apparent things.
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Shared by a close friend.
Four months back, my wife kicked me out of the house after she could not take my habit of binge alcohol drinking. I could not drive far and ended up in a low-level motel. My grown-up kids freaked out, and both came home to check on the situation. I'm not sure what I did at the motel under the influence of alcohol. I just recall doing inappropriate stuff, which could have taken my social prestige. As I recovered to soberness in a couple of days, I made the decision in my heart to quit alcohol cold turkey. I decided not to go to rehab as I didn't want anyone to know my closet's skeleton. The next three months were not easy. It was a roller-coaster. With the help of my wife, a lot of reading on addictions, exercise, good healthy nutrition, vitamins, and keeping myself occupied with work made me recover.
Great, Right? - not entirely
I don't think I will ever touch alcohol again as now I fully understand the evils and price of alcoholism - but there is a caveat. I should say that there was something very unique in those moments when I was thoroughly messed up, taken over, and deep under the influence of alcohol, which made me happy! I was willing to give up anything for that part of psychological peace!! I can very much see why many people go back to alcohol again and again. There is something profound inside the core of alcoholism that makes you surrender yourself entirely to yourself!!! A sense of liberation and freedom from everything. Don't take me wrong. I am just sharing a truthful evaluation of myself. You may call it a diary of a (recovered) alcoholic.
I guess this is true for any addiction.
( A friend commented in a group discussion)
"Immigration is a painful process. Some of us who experience immigration respond to it with nostalgia and a desire to undo it. Nostalgic people wanna go back only if it becomes what they want it to be. Many respond to this pain by employing denial. There can be no normal/happy medium to it. Immigration is pathogenic; it’s a huge disconnect with the language that we are made of. The USA is the object of desire generated in the parent country and becomes meaningless when the desire is fulfilled. Ajeeeb o ghareeb beemari hai."
Everything hangs on that one moment when you get asked:
Are you ready to get this bestowed on you?
And you reply with a full heart:
“Yes, Sir!”