Thursday, September 30, 2004
happy2fight: poise
happy2fight: happy2fight
I went into a meeting with a mental poise- a resolve that however stormy the issues, I will remain calm and unruffled. Two members cleverly started pointing accusing fingers at a colleague of mine and me. I did not get rattled. My colleague did. I put across my point calmly. It did not have any impact. I did not labour it long, leaving it where it was. My colleague went into a lengthy defence, which brought him into deeper waters. When a direct allegation was hurled at me, I countered by pointing out the lapse of the opponent. He did not take to it kindly. Towards the end of the meeting, he realised the futility of arguing beyond a point. I joked about it and all of us loosened. The hot air vanished.
I reflected on my temporary lapse from my poise. I still relish tripping others if they go on a blast. It gives me tremendous kicks. It is really pointless. At 54, I should give myself the liberty sometimes to be childish and adolescentish. People refer to me as a senior life member. That's a bit silly. Fighting like teenagers disturbs my poise for some time longer. I have better things to get excited about. After the meeting, I asked my socalled oppo for a lift. He agreed. His front tyre was punctured. He apologised for his inability to drop me back. He has an air of deviousness about him, which is charming, like the God of all Tricks, Krishna. I am no less devious.
I went into a meeting with a mental poise- a resolve that however stormy the issues, I will remain calm and unruffled. Two members cleverly started pointing accusing fingers at a colleague of mine and me. I did not get rattled. My colleague did. I put across my point calmly. It did not have any impact. I did not labour it long, leaving it where it was. My colleague went into a lengthy defence, which brought him into deeper waters. When a direct allegation was hurled at me, I countered by pointing out the lapse of the opponent. He did not take to it kindly. Towards the end of the meeting, he realised the futility of arguing beyond a point. I joked about it and all of us loosened. The hot air vanished.
I reflected on my temporary lapse from my poise. I still relish tripping others if they go on a blast. It gives me tremendous kicks. It is really pointless. At 54, I should give myself the liberty sometimes to be childish and adolescentish. People refer to me as a senior life member. That's a bit silly. Fighting like teenagers disturbs my poise for some time longer. I have better things to get excited about. After the meeting, I asked my socalled oppo for a lift. He agreed. His front tyre was punctured. He apologised for his inability to drop me back. He has an air of deviousness about him, which is charming, like the God of all Tricks, Krishna. I am no less devious.
# posted by Bhupatkar @ 4:13 AM 
