Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor E Frankl.

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.

 

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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.

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Be Unapologetically Yourself

“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.”

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We Are All Broken. Aren’t We?

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.

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9 things you’d have faced if you are a bachelor living in a rental house.

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.

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The End Where I Begin

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.

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You need me, I don’t need you

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.

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Engineering was everything about being “Out of Syllabus”

We wonder why on earth we studied engineering. There are people in their early 30’s who *still* confess that “My job and my degree(s) are not related in any way”.

I hated the 4 years of my engineering life. With high dreams and passion, stepping into the college with a hope as tiny as a speck of dust. A hope, that I’ll be able to give life to my dreams. My ears ringed with these two phrases “You are going to waste your life”, “You won’t get placed”. All I could react was: F-U.

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According to me, I had 4 years of time exclusively for developing and gaining expertise in my area of interests.

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