A human being is a tension enhancer... right from his birth he is the root cause for this totally unneceaary instinct of mankind. At birth parents ko tension,toddlers give tension to neighbors,As teenagers to the parents of cute girls. In twenties, as the reniassance activist to the whole public,Thirties give it to your wife,Forties and hence to your children,An finally to the worms when you die. So tension dene ka... chalte rehne ka.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Ok. blah blahs aside february 14 was a very happening day, atleast towards the second half.
Workplace was morose as usual...and i never made it any of the lists of the so famed valentine gift recipients, i ws desperately trying to re imbibe the romance in one of those dilapidated roses by forcing its petals open and make it look fresh again..there what works out with humans won't often work out with flowers.
Boredom lingered in the air until i saw myself getting involved in a much hyped DARE to gift the dead (read red) rose to the woman walking in next through the alley door, the vertebrate in me faced the challenge and got himself polished for the fatal exercise.
As i wait for strangers in walks a lady, speedy steps , tottering towards the rest room, probably under pressure, probability of getting rejected is very high...situation also invited fatal physical contatcs... stayed out of the way.
Then walks in princess of the day, visibly a very senior person in the industry, had the aura of audacity and command around her. Definitely not to the rest room, but still one has to play it safe, she halted midway for a chat, snatched the moment, made the dash, committed the fastest valentines wish ever executed.
aplause applause... i get a standing ovation from the team, no one really looks at the perplexed lady who is cornered now.
But the reader should know thatthis is a clear case of 3x1 matrix.
1. I give the rose , she accepts (both happy)... that means it gives me a reason to be happy for the rest of the day (I win the bet amount of Rs100) and she is happily smelling away on her fragrant gift(allergy to pollen obliterated).... so each gets 2 happy hours each (2,2)
2. I give the rose , she rejects it...(me sad, she neutral)... i will be sad for the rest of day, beaten down by my own audacity and the urge to kill myself for every single one of those sympathetic looks from colleaguues. So its like 2 sad hours for me , no gain/loss for her.(-2,0)
She accepts the rose, but i dont give it .. i throw it away and walks off with the dirtiest laughter ever recorded)
(me happy , she sad).Usually one do not count happy hours due to sadistic satiations, but here it is unavoidable.
So it gives me 5 hours of sadistic dirty laughter with other equally sadistic souls(this includes the instances when the event finds mention in small talk during tea breaks etc when all souls laugh again and again), and she is sad for another two hours for giving in...(5,-2)
So if u take case 1 the average happiness for each would be 2 hours each, ok leave aside her happiness... if i get 2 hours of happiness we have an average of 1 hour happiness.
But what if we go for 2 or 3... even combined they will yield a maximum of 0.5 hours of average happiness.
Why am i saying this???
After the prank my princess asked me What would it have been like if she had rejected my rose.
Quite evident.. princess as u can see , its a clear instance of case 2 and the average happiness is -1.
So i guess I saved the day by proving that understanding and co operation leverages long term happiness (case 1) although short term pleasure (case 3 ) seems to be attractive and outright rejection(case 2) is bad for all parties involved.
Its day off for other super heroes....mohabbat man saves the day.