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Secretary or Satan?

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Sometimes, I blog to vent my fumes. Today is one such occasion. Even more, this is the second time in less than a month, I am having to vent because of the same person. On the first occasion, as to my original way of learning, I saw that person as of different type. But as I am learning more, I realize that the difference she brings is more satanic.  And after today, I consider her as having done one too many irritating deeds.

Don’t mistake me as complaining on my boss; because this time around,  it is the department’s junior assistant who is creating trouble. To me, it seems as though she has got control on my time table. Whenever I meet her, not only do I end up getting bullshit (suggestions and looks-through-lens), but I am also being dictated on my priorities. Now, let me remind–this is the JUNIOR ASSISTANT. Sometimes, it is worthwhile to remind people of where they are, and what they are supposed to do.

Of a lot of things that she has done to cause my expression in this post, here are a few you might enjoy: Continue reading →

Stranger no more

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Out of a mundane life came some of his creative habits like giving a free ride to strangers every time he goes out to drive. This habit ensured that the rides were never boring, in that every stranger is a potential new acquaintance and then may be a friend – at least for the course of the ride.

There would be conversations picked out of nowhere and he had the knack of getting the strangers engrossed in the process. Very soon he identified that he is good with what he is doing, and what began as a habit now became a practice – addiction is not the right word yet. But the practice was sufficiently exciting for him to be proud of and boast about with his friends. His persuasion skills, perhaps like in the case of those strangers, made his friends listen to him in awe; which made him flavor his practice as a social cause that needs more attention than it gets. Obviously, one needs more sweet when one is getting some consistently.

He found many strangers seeking a ride in the busy corner of the street everyday. And it would be his choice on who gets the ride! But that day none was looking at him, nor even his attractive motoring machine.  His ego took a hit perhaps, his machine slowed down allowing more time, may be for himself, to see if any stranger would ask for a ride. The machine would be stationed at a speed below which it is motoring, and he is already crossing that corner, and still no attention to him. With much disappointment, and yokelish in showing his emotions, he geared up the machine.

Just then he heard a yell at him, or so did he desperately wanted it to be. Someone ran up seeking a ride. And there it is, a meal that satiated his ego! This someone gets the ride. As he plans to get into the next part, the conversation, this someone begins talking.

This someone said:

I rode with you earlier. Why don’t you tell me the time when you are here everyday, may be we can plan to go together, daily?

And that was his first silent ride in many days now.

What excites people is not so much of what they do, but more of how others react to what they do.

Ego Conflict

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“Ego is the most valuable asset, and needs to be groomed and nurtured… Safe-guarding the ego is even more important…” and so he discoursed. He walked out of the conference hall, perhaps savoring all that people served to his ego, I thought. As a mob, while we followed him, some of his undigested ego appetite showered on us in the form of unasked suggestions. He called our sweeper to clean the floor only to walk on the cleaned. “Did he think his feet were not touching the ground or what was that…” and so the thoughts ran in my mind, as he practiced what he discoursed.

They call it ‘god’s will’. I was to accompany him to the villa where he was housed. We sat in the car and moved towards the villa. “How clear were the differences, more now than ever before, differences between the three people in the car including our driver… Egos perhaps,” I was thinking as I continued to feed his. And here came a ‘divine interruption’; the car stopped.

After a while of investigation and work, our driver concluded that we must push the car to make it start, and then perhaps proceed further. But he was so much fed now that he couldn’t take the plight. Yet after his preliminary check that no one would find him doing the job that ego-less or less-ego would do, he accepted to work with us. We were all working to move… And there they went, the employees’ bus from within which everybody who was in the conference room sometime back saw the more-ego do the job of a less-ego.

Some thing then, made him turn his head away. Did he realize the ‘power of need’ – the mother of EGO?

Does Ego mean  ’E'verything ‘Go’es!