I got this book as a gift. The title would sound like a self-help book. It’s not.
The Jewish author shares about the days he struggled in the Auschwitz concentration and extermination camp during the world’s worst man-made disaster, The World War II.
The Auschwitz I Main Camp. Source: Wikipedia
There were a number of concentration camps during the Second World War. The Auschwitz camp was the largest camp built and established by the Nazis. The women, children, homosexuals, and the physically weak people were gassed as soon as they arrived at the camp and burnt to ashes. More than a Million people were killed in this camp.
The rest were put into all sorts of physical work. The men were shaved and all their personal belongings were taken away. Each person was assigned a number. Their identities were abolished. All they had for themselves was their naked body.
Recently I read “Shoe Dog by Phil Knight” and it instantly became a personal favorite. It was about sport and the man who tried to redefine sports and ultimately succeeded. All of us love sports. Watching our favorite teams/players play makes us energized and emotional. Sports unite people from all walks of life.
Many of us would have been on sports teams during our school and college days and eventually stopped playing due to various reasons. I’m one of them. I’ve never seen myself as a successful sportsman. But I loved everything about sports. It requires a certain discipline. Right from what you wear to how you do it. Everything matters.
When I was around 11 years old, I joined a swimming camp. The coach taught us how to swim for the first few weeks. Towards the end of the camp, we’re asked to dive into the pool where the depth would be around 8ft-10ft and you’re supposed to swim to the shallow part of the pool. Obviously, it was frightening in the beginning but as days passed by, we got accustomed to it. As soon as the camp ended, we were let free. I and my friends would meet up regularly for 90 minutes of swimming. The more we swam, the more we explored about this sport. We’d dive, swim underwater at a depth of 12ft, take some endurance sessions, etc. Indeed it pains, but we loved it. We just swam.
But, it came to an end after few years as we moved to various cities to pursue our graduate studies. This was my introduction to the world of sports.
“Our neighbor’s son secured an A and you’ve got just a D.
Look how well she dresses. Learn from her. (with a jab on the shoulder)
Your uncle’s daughter has topped her semester exams but you’re still lagging with 4 arrears.
He’s making 7 Lakhs per annum but you’re making a mere 4.5. When will your salary increase?
Fine arts is not going to help you in your life, get into an IT firm like your friend.”
We are accustomed to these type of comparisons in our life. If you are from a middle-class Indian family, the peer pressure from your family members and relatives will make you go nuts. When our parents sign our report cards, when our board exam results crash the servers (and ourselves), when we get into college, when we get a job offer after going through serious pains, we get subjected to silly comparisons in all the phases of our life. The worst part is when you get compared to a total stranger and the elders acknowledge his/her “words of wisdom.”
On our daily commute to the office, we come across a lot of people. If it’s metropolitan, there’s no doubt that you get to see people from all walks of life. My return time from office to home would fall between 9:30 PM-10:00 PM. The time at which the city would slowly drift back to a peaceful and less polluted mode. With tiredness crept around our body, we reach our home and stay awake for a few hours and eventually fall asleep.
I live in Chennai and my timings are almost similar to the one mentioned above. My commute consists of a walk for approximately 15 Minutes. On my return journey, I used to see a lot of worried faces, enthusiastic street food sellers, frustrated faces, drunkards, mentally unstable people, and people who ‘re making their beds on platforms.
Being a bachelor in a “gated community” is not an easy job. First, you struggle to rent a house. People who rent their house for non-veg eating bachelors are so low. If at all they rent you one, the problems start after you move in.
Here are the 9 things which you’d have faced if you are a bachelor in a gated community consisting of families.
The media fuzz about the happening/upcoming layoffs by various IT firms in India has indeed become a concern for many. Few reports blame Donald Trump, and few others blame the technology advancements. But, one thing is sure. People are getting laid-off. Yes, it’s happening and it’s not the first of its kind.
It was a lousy evening and the summer heat acted as a catalyst to spoil my mood. Scrolling through a web page in my mobile browser, I saw a quote and my eyes halted for a moment, *blink-blink* and then continued scrolling. In no time, I slept off.
A couple of hours passed…
There is an insidious quirk to your brain that, if you let it, can drive you insane. Tell me if this sounds familiar to you:
You get anxious about confronting somebody in your life. That anxiety cripples you and you start wondering why you’re so anxious. Now you’re becoming anxious about being anxious. Oh no! Doubly anxious! Now you’re anxious about your anxiety, which is causing more anxiety.
There was a man who was filthy rich, he made a lot of money. He saw the world as a series of value propositions. Everything from what to wear, to which restaurant to eat for dinner, to why certain people liked him or not.
If someone was rude to him it was because they were jealous or felt threatened by his power or success. If someone was kind to him it was because they admired his power and success. He measured himself through the money he owned and naturally he had a metric to measure the world and people around him i.e., Money.
Live videos, enhanced IM services, 360° photos, Instagram’s and WhatsApp’s stories, and the swipe right/left for a match!
The internet has changed the way we live and the way we socialize.
I still remember the day I joined Facebook. I had only two friends for a period of 12-18 months as there weren’t any members whom I knew. Then, the account went inactive for a year (I didn’t know what to do with that). Slowly, the word spread about Facebook and one after the other, new members joined and successfully sent their first “HI“.