In difficult situations, they look straight into the eyes and this is what they say to themselves and others:
I will take care of it !
and then they go ahead and take care of it.
curiosity about how people think and behave.
In difficult situations, they look straight into the eyes and this is what they say to themselves and others:
I will take care of it !
and then they go ahead and take care of it.
Fight, Flight, Fright (3-F) – Human brain is hardwired over thousands of years to produce any one of these three responses in situation of trouble. Historically trouble meant danger to your life. But that is not the case today. So these responses are most of the times not appropriate. Learn and change yourself to produce other responses – like do not respond immediately, or ask for more information or try to calm down the situation etc.
(Building on thoughts from the book – Emotional Intelligence, Daniel Goleman)
(Original posted on Quora, Jan 2015)
Describing a small incidence.
Something happens at work. I am having hard time coping up with it causing a disturbed state of mind. But having spend many years in professional world, like most of us, I have also learned to conceal my emotions, state of mind from outside world. We train ourselves not to show it up on our face, in our expressions, body language etc.
So I continue with my office day as usual, taking care of work, meetings, some usual time pass, chatting with colleagues.
I get back home, laughters with room mates, eating out etc and everything is perfectly normal, except that background thread of thoughts causing disturbance in mind continues.
I call my close friends who works in different city, may be to catch up, may be because I remember our good old college days when we used to share everything – ‘no concealing emotions’ business back then. We just talk about some regular stuff.
I call my other friends to go catch a movie – an attempt to relax myself a bit. We enjoy movie, we all have good time. I get back home and sleep.
Next day morning, office issue thoughts have disappeared from my mind. At least I think so. Just when I am getting ready, I get a call from home(which is 1500kms away) for some reason.
I : Hello Mom (of course, my emotions conceal skills are at work.)
Mom : …. (some unusual pause) what happened beta(son)? Is everything normal ?
And I go dumbfounded. I mean how is it just possible! My colleagues couldn’t guess. Room mates, close friends also couldn’t know any difference either. How on earth she gets EVERYTHING from that hello? that too from 1500kms away!
And the story repeats infinite times over the years. Places change – school, college, office etc. Problems change – be it flunking exams, fights, crush on a girl and not knowing how to handle, office miscommunication etc. But the story remains same. Never in my life I have seen such a highly sophisticated emotions/mental state deciphering instrument.
Indian mother knows and understands her child much more than the child understands him/herself.
(Originally posted on: July 2014)
Quora Question: What am I missing out on in life if I dont have a girlfriend?
Answer:
Possibly -The most dedicated observer of your life, as no one else really gives it a damn… ( …unless you are Steve Jobs :P )
(Of course, your mother is exception to this ‘nobody gives damn’ thing )
In case
you two are ‘good match’ – Life is excitement, laughters, happiness, enrichment !
you two are ‘no match’ – Life is mostly mediocracy, boredum and pretence.
you two are ‘anti match’ – Life is disturbance, arguments, sadness, degradation !
Apparently, ‘Career’ is the most over hyped answer to the question – ‘What do you want to do in Life?’
(Thoughts from July 2014)
Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
– Jack Kerouac