Chair, Person or his AIA?

well, which one? do I respect? the Chair, the Person, or his Ability-Inthe-Abstract?

what does each stand for? vamos, let us take a closer look at each one in turn.

AIA

ability-1

Sheer Ability

–  sheer Ability in terms of a man’s  understanding, effectiveness, skills. what colour he is, what colour he represents doesn’t matter two hoots, when we simply consider whether this man has the ability to deliver us from evil and lead his folks across stormy waters to safety.  famous example from History, Hitler?

young Germans didn’t care what he represented or  looked like or even stop to question his methods or ideals. what they saw in a land swept with depravity, moral weakness and political indecision, was this little big man with Ability to Effect Change! that’s all mattered – then…

they saw in him a leader that could take them somewhere, where to, started to matter – BUT,  much later.  and then obviously  – there was a turn around as Time stands witness to.

the Person

the nice person that always smiles

the nice person that always smiles

you like the look, in their eyes,  when they look at you,  the way they treat you, the tone of their voice when they speak to you, the sound of passion and conviction in it, and you decide you like it. You like this man. He is somebody – a friend, a brother, a compassionate fellow that understands your life and times.

when I feel that, what he represents, what colour he is, where he is leading me to cease to matter.  swayed by complete trust I follow him – even if it be to the centre of the Earth – to possible death. famous example – well, the Pied Piper of Hamelin?

pied-piper

the Chair

Hot Seat

Hot Seat

– stands for Authority in the Abstract. no one man or woman in particular, but a position. who ever bloody sits on that Chair has to meet certain expectations, deliver certain basic goods, measure up to certain ideals. doesn’t matter at all who they are in their petty little personal lives, or of what colour or creed they are, as long as they do what is expected of them – by virtue of that Chair.

they are EXPECTED to lead us out of danger, to safety and prosperity – so, expectation is – you had BETTER DELIVER buddy, or else?

well, buzz off, we will pull him down, force him to abdicate, sack him  – make sure we  get some one else who would do the job!

So, now then folks, which one of the three am I going to give importance to? Obviously to the one that  is a safer bet,  I  have to get work done too.

and we all bloody well know, we can’t do it all ALONE by ourselves.  We do need someone out there up on the tree, looking ahead (the quintessential Leader) and getting someone (your Manager) out there with a map help (the Executives/Doers) to clear out the path with a hatchet so I (Domain Specialist) can pass on to the next phase to do my bit, yeah?

my boss

often reiterates, we mustn’t expect children to obey or oblige or plead allegiance because of authority.  In effect, not the Chair, go for the Person or at least Ability.

since I respect her a lot I contemplated.  And as you can see, I considered it reasonably closely, wouldn’t you say, in the light of human History and Literature…right here and now.

looks like the Chair gives one better options, empowers one in a way that the Person or his AIA cannot.

hitler

with the Chair, one isn’t EASILY at any one’s mercy – not really, with People and their AIA perhaps one isn’t that safe,  as an individual I run the risk of getting trampled upon nearly all the time?!

do you see what I see?  Or, well, what do you see, or have to say about the matter?

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Lines – mean Space n Peace

there are lines that separate, divide, demarcate the limits as it were and defines them…and then there are lines that warn, and threaten and cause wars and destruction

there are other lines though that DEFINE, gives shape to stuff, eases a mass of life into some recognizable form

it becomes easier to deal with life then. you know what is where, what should and what should not be perhaps. it also releases time, for you are not tied up to all of it at once. I do think Lines have a way of freeing one in some ways. especially, Lines that came to be because of consensus, consideration, and were forged with care.

am not scared right now. I actually feel thankful 🙂 it is like new grounds. new territory is usually unsettling, landing usually is fraught with those terrifying jerks of rubber making contact with hard concrete, but you have managed to do it well – it looks like it is going to be actually smooth landing – to where? Home I hope.

I do like this phase of my life. when I stand back and look, my life looks neater, tidier than before. and I go to sleep in peace.

it is a bit like after P has cleaned code helping me fix my blog page. it makes the messy mass look nice somehow (did I ever say thank you? I wonder, if I haven’t, “thanks” re)

yeah, Lines can be nice and comfortable. Lines mean peace. Lines create space to fly in and out of 😉 . I like the people who stopped by, to do it for me. thanks.

boundaries

change has been a constant companion in my life. change is something in itself am not uncomfortable with. nor do I mind lines and boundaries.

you cared enough to let me know, you cared enough to lay the lines and boundaries out for me. and I appreciate that. my life was this shapeless, flowing mass of experiences, days often ran on contingency plans, there was nothing truly long term I wanted to look at – in fact there wasn’t anything long term TO look at.

then you laid out the lines, you drew a pattern. it gave the shapeless mass of stuff some form, and so, meaning. and a structure which one could hope to build upon someday.

it was not insignificant or meaningless earlier. but the jumble was inscrutable – unreadable – like the rushes of a movie is, in the beginning. that didn’t make sense to friends or people that cared,  and did want to make sense of it.

I do not hate or resent it. I liked it 🙂  I could see your concern. I could see that you cared. and isn’t all that we struggle with and struggle for, in our silly little lives, ultimately, is about finding that somehow, in some form?

isn’t the gesture a bit like taking up the piece of drawing a kid is struggling with, to add those few key strokes, defining lines to it, to make it what the kid wanted it to be, but he could not, by himself? have you watched a kid drawing? how they struggle with their little fingers, coaxing them, commanding them to do their bidding, thinking their vision earnestly, their little tender faces all screwed up with fierce concentration, seeing it in full clarity in THEIR minds – but not quite able to translate it into his drawing? and then the teacher would sometimes intervene?

well, that’s how I felt too. I felt cared for. and realized that it had been missing until you chose to give it to me.

nobody had paused long enough, or had cared to take time enough, to do that for me, before you did it.

since you put them in, you can rub it all off and leave a blank sheet for me to draw upon again. I would still need the lines… and help 😐

the lines are neat. the boundaries within reach. they help make sense of all that I am and my life is. thank you.