CLASSIFICATION

I woke up this morning just like any other day. Had to rush to office little early since I was to conduct a test for my subordinate staff. The test was obviously a way for them to earn a promotion and their classification pay.. Ahh, who would mind earning a little more....On my way to office, I recoiled on my own career. How I reached where I am today, what all tests, exams I had to clear to earn the rank which I adorns today.. It made me think and think more...

Why should there be a need to divide up,classify and neatly package every new thing, every new acquaintance? Why cant we see everything in their basic essence..Why should we put degree of separation between things. Why should we judge humans at all and award them some kind of classification. Why does the thought of judging a person evolves in the first place, to test a personality, status in society, and many such qualities..??

For me to try to classify something so complex as an individual human being merely demonstrate my own shallowness. The good old theory " Survival of the fittest" comes into play. A judgment of another person is an abstraction that adds qualities that are not there and leaves out what is unique about him. It forces a person to put on a veil. Forces him to drift away from his own essence and makes him another breathing machine.. If I classify someone, I turn him into a thing. The only way for me to contact this other person is to experience him, not think about him.

So how do I experience this "Other person"? How do I experience true essence of a person? How do I make a difference between two individuals? Have I evolved something of my own to judge or I am simply following parameters which have been enforced on my psyche since the very beginning. How do I come out of this perplexing situation..??

PERFECTION

PERFECTION

We long to be perfect,don't we..?..I have been hearing this phrase right since my early days that what ever we do, it should be perfect. My parents emphasized, teachers reiterated and environment pushed in this notion further.

However with passing years, I have come to realize that one tends to loose charm of living and rational ability to think while pursuing perfection. I guess perfectionism is yet another of those false pursuits thrown on us in race to acquire more and more and be called successful. Is it necessary to be bestowed with the honor of being a perfectionist to find a place in society..??

To me, chasing this dream to be a perfectionist is a slow death. If everything were to turn out just like I would want it to be or the way I have planned, than I would never experience anything new. My life would be an endless repetition of stale successes. It would entails set pattern imposed on me for leading a life. When and how would I ever think of my own then.? When will I ever exercise my free mind and creativity..??

When I make a mistake, I would experience something different. Is,nt this a better bargain..?