Its been quite sometimes now that I wrote something from my hand. What an excuse though, as I am always hunting for topics for my blog, this time I had some in mind but as I mentioned earlier I need the first sentence to occur in my head before I start the flow. So as raw as the first attempt from my travel diary I decided to write the outlines of my next outing.
This time I’ve decided to give a spectacle of some people who comes in my immediate universe. Some friends, some foes, some people whom I’d not like to categorize, but the script of whose character appealed to me.
To begin with let me give you a piece of myself of what I think of myself not in totality, but certain things that I notice about myself. Since the time I’ve had the opportunity to be myself on my own from 17th September 2006. I’ve learnt a great deal about the individual that resides under my skin. I’m a keen observer not in matters where the opposite sex is involved, but rather everything under the sun. Maybe that is the reason why I have many things to say about things.
This is a fresh start of writing after the previous para ended and this time I’m writing with a new perspective thanks to Youtube I know am very late to catch up on Big Boss Season 2. And there I was wasting my entire night’s sleep on watching the episodes.
It was interesting to see pretentious characters and amidst this conundrum a beautiful thought from a late Pakistani Television series occurred to me. The thought asserts that one of the most interesting books ever available freely is a human face. Living in this century often makes us immune to this facade of life. Personifying a human face makes me assert that they make an interesting read. Under same fabulous lush covers you find some of the most austere literature known to man. And in some rugged and weary face we find a superlative mix of vocabulary. Ever since I learnt this thought, it has been etched in my conscious memory and I find myself reading faces all the time.
This part of my blog is dedicated to the books that I’ve read in recent times. People, whose literature appealed to me, people whose script has affected me in some way. To begin with I’d like to start with Mr. DM, my line manager. Before I venture further, I’d like to be honest that this is not an attempt to cajole or sugar-coat anything that may influence my equation with him. I am a non-calculative person by nature, and would consciously make every effort to refrain from such diabolic underplay.
My first encounter with Mr. DM I remember was when he came looking for me as a new recruit. The closest to what I remember is he told me “You came through Raza. Good Man!” That was the first time probably my expectation didn’t quite honour. When Razabhai suggested me Dilan, i never occurred to me that the person in question would be of an Asian origin. Though my first brush with him wasn’t of revelation sorts, it is the qualities that I observed made him a protagonist of this first chapter.
I’ve been learning the management discipline since my undergraduate studies, but to sum it up; what I learnt by observing him in practise and the dialogue that we have on the professional front, has taught me more than academics did in the last 4 years. This man pertinently breathes communication to get the work done. Many of his techniques which I have made a note off will soon be a part of my practise too.
Ever since I’ve been handed a department to look after, I’ve experienced roaring pangs of frustration. The reasons of which has little to do with my incompetence. And it is in these testing times that he delivered some brilliant piece of communication to my rescue. Lately I assess that my equation with him has changed to that of a mentor and a protégé. Simply coz on more than one occasion I feel my behaviour was wayward and yet he was tolerant enough to accommodate my antiques. In such blunders he gave me some food for thought to improve my professional being.
In summation and on a funny note people may deceive you in appearance, but that is the least form of deceit. Coz mostly the sense derived based on appearances is often an interpretation of our own mocking intellect. It is not that I had sketched the protagonist in some meek light, but as truth is stranger than fiction so is our assessment of a situation.
In good sense I am glad that behind a dark looking cover (don’t mind if you read this) there is indeed a “GOOD MAN”... And after tonight’s conversation I’ll make it a point that I shall strive to create that Wow! factor. Coz not often do we find people winning whose attention makes an intellectual sense...
