Why not me?

In my daily dose of editing, I’m doused by the management watchword “strategy”. I can hardly understand the tumult of a business mind to get better of the company. A natural instinct perhaps in every one is to expect the unexpected, barring some mentally wounded people. To derecognize that one has it within and still wants to act without it, is outright laziness. Pampering the mind –that somebody else should tell us what we can naturally do– is pomposity; grueling the mind about what we got to do is generosity. It’s a simple wisdom that few have wrapped themselves with and others have warped away from.


Scandalous gurus gnaw the content and punditry paints itself as professionalism. Every one wants to offer a piece of advice and see to it that it becomes divine dictum in the long run. Just being able to help run business unstoppably need not pin a badge of erudition on a heartless soul. How well has such advice spread out into the world to do possible good is one metric to assess their acceptance as the wise. Of course, there are a few among them but their intended good is gutted out for paltry material benefits. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean that money is menial; I meant money is meddlesome. One has to know how to mow the mania for money.


As I can scantily recollect and recover a rail of memory, an anecdote from the life of Beethoven (1770-1827) strikes me. Once he melodiously ended his symphony facing the back of the audience. After some time, he started weeping that the crowd didn’t respond at all. Then, someone turned him back and he was stunned to see the crowd giving him a deafening applause. Beethoven was so deaf that he couldn’t hear the handclaps. He had a physical disability that prevented him to sense the effect of his erudition. Most of us don’t have any; but still we are mentally amputated in betting on somebody else to salvage us. Awake and take your fate into thy hands to emerge or diverge from challenges.