Sunday, August 18, 2013

It's a Bob Dylan Weekend!!

Friday, August 16, 2013

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Write drunk. Edit sober.
      - attributed to Ernest Hemingway 
It's been a year again and I need to make a comeback! :)
For the simple reason that everything on this blog is still special to me, some might be distant but nevertheless they are all special and I am probably missing out on tracking more stuff that deserves a place here. 
Soon! More!

Friday, December 7, 2012

Emotional Intelligence

Read the book by Daniel Goleman and this has turned out to be one of the most insightful readings for two distinct reasons:

- Firstly, the very beginning of the book addresses a perennial question I had been mulling over for long.

Philosophical theories have for ages praised self-control; not letting emotions take over, yet I always thought that without passion and emotional attachment to a goal, it makes it hard for one to work toward achieving something in life. 

This book, however, describes emotional intelligence as the ability to identify one's feelings and also to control them and create a positive emotion that helps drive constructive action. It's interpretation of self control is  not suppressing emotions, but managing emotions to make them productive.


- Secondly, this book identifies the same managing emotions to create positivity as the key to success: A positive attitude, with minimal emotional impact on productivity is critical. Further perceiving people and their emotions positively, managing both verbal and non-verbal communications and using effective negotiations go a long way. 

Apart from the above, the book also talks a lot about the importance of emotional intelligence in children's education, which in itself is an entire pool of thoughts about the impact emotional learning can have on the character and developments of nations.

Saturday, March 10, 2012


Sometimes we are entirely unaware of some conflicts within us!!

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.