patience, humility and emotion

We all have traits that we need to work on.. but today.. one of my favorite colleagues compressed into 3 words a description of my weaknesses.. and managed to say everything that i ever thought i needed to work on.. talk about good marketing... and in the right order..

I love it and hate it when someones brain works so fast you can barely make out where it started.. and then.. you finally get just the answer you need... and.. when i think about it.. the one thought so clearly flows into another..

Patience.. man.. my patience is obvious for the lack of it.. and people still are surprised on hearing about my passion for reading and writing!! but its weird how these things work huh??? I think a clear amount of patience will allow for a degree of humility.. cos you have the patience to hear other peoples thoughts out and allow them to express their interests...

And my deficiency of humility can then lead to my getting emotional or the complete lack of it.. its soo difficult to find just the right balance of being empathic and being melodramatic.. drama queen versus ice princess!!

But then, at the end of the day... I realize that at least I know what my strengths are, and that I've come very far with controlling the negatives with my positives, and at the end of the day.. thats what life is about.. seeing the bigger picture.

the devil machine

Living in the US and hating cars is like sleeping with the enemy. Whether you do it or not, you get screwed pretty bad. And those are my sentiments exactly. I have decided, as of March 18, 2009, that cars are the devils machines. Lets try to forget all the disasters accidents that have been following me from India all the way to the US, the “mixing the accelerator with the break” or the “slept through a traffic light”. After serious considerations about the implications to the Indian/American population on having me drive their roads, I came to the following conclusion – My place to be was the seat right next to the drivers. It seemed so ideal – I get the view, I can decide on the radio station, I get to adjust the air conditioning, I get extra room for sleeping peacefully (with no danger of self destruction), AND being a resident of California, unlike the driver, can enjoy unlimited calling and texting, not to mention the luxury of using the word “driver” repeatedly.

But then, dreams will be dreams. I realized that the one place that I loved about the moving vehicle was not so lovable after all… Turns out – the view can get really crappy (literally) on days that the “driver” left the car under trees, while I can decide on the music station, the station is in no way obliged to play songs I like (and this seems to always happen within the time I enter the car (just missed fav song) to the time I exit it (fav song just started and I am running late)), the air conditioning tends to fluctuate from high to low if you don’t use the right technique, rather than smoothly transition from a slightly high to just the perfect temperature, and – if that’s not enough – you’ll have the “driver” randomly work it cos the windscreens suddenly fogged up due to your experiments. Sleeping I really cannot complain about – it is just way too comfortable, the calling can get difficult when interrupted with the need to sleep, and using the word driver, can greatly increase the possibly of an internal car accident related death.

The deal closer was the requirement to be a non paid GPS for all members of the car. Admittedly, my sense of direction leaves something to be desired, but having to mock by expecting me to focus on figuring out routes rather than finding a music station that seemed reasonably endurable is beyond the limits my pride and self respect would bend to for, what I believe, was surely prototyped by the devil himself.