This is a so-very-common word we come across in our lives. So many other words have been built around it too like conscientiousness, conscience, values and value systems. It is a tragedy that we have such a rigid structured system of ethics that even the slightest perception of anyone deviating from it is considered a social faux-pas in the least and a crime in most cases.
Ethics have been ingrained in us since our childhood. We are supposed to imbibe ethics into every walk of our life. Even while writing this article/blog I have to be consciously aware if I am being politically correct and if anything here is taking a dig at some one.
We sometimes need to forgo ethics in situations of extreme urgency or extreme complications, but we are still held responsible for our actions and are looked down upon. But this is to all the two-faced hypocrites I direct this to : Do you flinch when you speak two facedly? Have you ever thought for a moment the purport of your actions on others?
If we committing an unethical action is a crime then hypocrisy is a felony which has no excuse.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Random thoughts
In this sombre mood, when I get too philosophical, the strangest of stories come back to me.
There was this once when I read somewhere that Love was more enjoyable when it was not yours to take, but yours to give.
When you have loved someone for most of what you can remember of your life, he states enigmatically that, you will love her more because she was unattainable and her fey attractions will always be more enticing and enduring than if we were the object of their love.
However stupid it may sound it rings true everytime I think about it. For instance, didn't the toy in the shelf, the one your mum wouldn't buy you look more enticing than the one you already had at home?
Doesn't that car look amazing? But once you own it all sense of awe and wonder disappears over a week. What happened to that girl you so desperately loved after she agreed to go out with you?
Do all things lose their wonder we held for them once we have it?
Food for thought!
There was this once when I read somewhere that Love was more enjoyable when it was not yours to take, but yours to give.
When you have loved someone for most of what you can remember of your life, he states enigmatically that, you will love her more because she was unattainable and her fey attractions will always be more enticing and enduring than if we were the object of their love.
However stupid it may sound it rings true everytime I think about it. For instance, didn't the toy in the shelf, the one your mum wouldn't buy you look more enticing than the one you already had at home?
Doesn't that car look amazing? But once you own it all sense of awe and wonder disappears over a week. What happened to that girl you so desperately loved after she agreed to go out with you?
Do all things lose their wonder we held for them once we have it?
Food for thought!
even better!!
Today it was the classic case of - if I don't listen you, how will you bore my ears off me?
Listening to people droning on sometimes brings on a comatose state that is so strongly soporific that it is just too irresistible to put our head down on the table and snore softly.
So I take to writing furiously whatever is up one the board or whatever sense I find in the monotone that I hear. It is a terrific remedy to counter the sleepiness that permeates the class.
And looking around the class to see the fretful spastic movements of my friends I can safely surmise that they're up to no good too.
A bland face is one that works very well in class in which you have no idea what is going on where and when. And it earns you some sympathy from the professor too. But all that is utterly useless when the professor himself turns around, not only himself but the podium too! He addresses the board as if it was the most receptive audience and looks back at us only to impress upon a point that he thinks we should appreciate.
But as you get used to the schedule you drift off and think how nice it would be to come up with another a real anecdote about someone who talks to a wall instead of an audience.
Listening to people droning on sometimes brings on a comatose state that is so strongly soporific that it is just too irresistible to put our head down on the table and snore softly.
So I take to writing furiously whatever is up one the board or whatever sense I find in the monotone that I hear. It is a terrific remedy to counter the sleepiness that permeates the class.
And looking around the class to see the fretful spastic movements of my friends I can safely surmise that they're up to no good too.
A bland face is one that works very well in class in which you have no idea what is going on where and when. And it earns you some sympathy from the professor too. But all that is utterly useless when the professor himself turns around, not only himself but the podium too! He addresses the board as if it was the most receptive audience and looks back at us only to impress upon a point that he thinks we should appreciate.
But as you get used to the schedule you drift off and think how nice it would be to come up with another a real anecdote about someone who talks to a wall instead of an audience.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
should i? shall you?
No this is not a way to propose a girl. Nor is it a question to an examiner. It is an inner conversation between the mind and the heart. The mind is a cold and calculative and the heart is warm and empathic and emotional. Not sensitive but emotional.
For all those who dare to deny this, I ask you, have you ever loved a woman (or a man for that matter if you are a woman)? If you have then either you are lucky to have a woman(man) who loves you too much to be with a man(woman) who doesn't love her(him).
This is a simple story of the heart asking whether it should do what it does best and the brain calculating the possible consequences and arriving at the most likely conclusions. Then asks the heart again, shall you? Heart as we all know is a fickle thing. Be it in a man or a woman. Hearts change in a matter of seconds if allowed to. How many of us get cold feet moments before climbing on a stage?
But hearts are also the reasons we make the most mistakes in our lives. We give up what would have been good and take up what is bad. But it is after all a heart and not a brain and we learn to live with it. Hearts are why our lives are not lived like machines. It is why we lead colorful lives. It is what that lends joys and sorrows to make our lives more meaningful.
For all the people who rely more on their vaunted brains educated and trained in prestigious colleges, please use the heart. It'll make everyday a new day. To all my friends - learn to think with your heart. Perhaps we shall make mistakes that we shall remember, but they will be worth more than the correct decisions we took and forgot.
For all those who dare to deny this, I ask you, have you ever loved a woman (or a man for that matter if you are a woman)? If you have then either you are lucky to have a woman(man) who loves you too much to be with a man(woman) who doesn't love her(him).
This is a simple story of the heart asking whether it should do what it does best and the brain calculating the possible consequences and arriving at the most likely conclusions. Then asks the heart again, shall you? Heart as we all know is a fickle thing. Be it in a man or a woman. Hearts change in a matter of seconds if allowed to. How many of us get cold feet moments before climbing on a stage?
But hearts are also the reasons we make the most mistakes in our lives. We give up what would have been good and take up what is bad. But it is after all a heart and not a brain and we learn to live with it. Hearts are why our lives are not lived like machines. It is why we lead colorful lives. It is what that lends joys and sorrows to make our lives more meaningful.
For all the people who rely more on their vaunted brains educated and trained in prestigious colleges, please use the heart. It'll make everyday a new day. To all my friends - learn to think with your heart. Perhaps we shall make mistakes that we shall remember, but they will be worth more than the correct decisions we took and forgot.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Latest class fiasco
"Talk to the hand!! " that seems to be the worst kind of insult anyone can throw at a stranger without abusing him. But it was taken to new heights today with the professor talking to the foot the whole while. It was a comical one hour trying to catch his eye. Ever tried catching the eye of a sleeping man? This was probably harder even though our highly qualified professor had his eyes wide open.
With a monotone going on in the background it was hard not to let our eyes drift out of the class to the beautiful soft rain outside. The lush green grass was a much better sight than the drab earthy colors one could see inside. With noone to keep a check at the what the class was doing we students were left to our own resources. Conversations were carried out with hands and eyes and some even resorted to outrageous hand gestures. Some took to the more profitable activity of "sleeping in the class" and took it to new heights in the comfort of a suitable cushioned arm chair. That there was the cool breeze with a soft fragrance of the wet grass was a luxury, few would like to miss.
But all good things come to an end and so did the siesta.
By the way the class was called ORGANISATIONAL BEHAVIOR.. !!
With a monotone going on in the background it was hard not to let our eyes drift out of the class to the beautiful soft rain outside. The lush green grass was a much better sight than the drab earthy colors one could see inside. With noone to keep a check at the what the class was doing we students were left to our own resources. Conversations were carried out with hands and eyes and some even resorted to outrageous hand gestures. Some took to the more profitable activity of "sleeping in the class" and took it to new heights in the comfort of a suitable cushioned arm chair. That there was the cool breeze with a soft fragrance of the wet grass was a luxury, few would like to miss.
But all good things come to an end and so did the siesta.
By the way the class was called ORGANISATIONAL BEHAVIOR.. !!
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