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Saturday, November 17, 2007
INTJ
Took the Mayer Brigg's test again..this time did not tamper..and found out that i am an INTJ .
This was the description.
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To outsiders, INTJs may appear to project an aura of "definiteness", of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that most INTJs start building at an early age. When it comes to their own areas of expertise -- and INTJs can have several -- they will be able to tell you almost immediately whether or not they can help you, and if so, how. INTJs know what they know, and perhaps still more importantly, they know what they don't know.
INTJs are perfectionists, with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes their interest. What prevents them from becoming chronically bogged down in this pursuit of perfection is the pragmatism so characteristic of the type: INTJs apply (often ruthlessly) the criterion "Does it work?" to everything from their own research efforts to the prevailing social norms. This in turn produces an unusual independence of mind, freeing the INTJ from the constraints of authority, convention, or sentiment for its own sake.
INTJs are known as the "Systems Builders" of the types, perhaps in part because they possess the unusual trait combination of imagination and reliability. Whatever system an INTJ happens to be working on is for them the equivalent of a moral cause to an INFJ; both perfectionism and disregard for authority may come into play, as INTJs can be unsparing of both themselves and the others on the project. Anyone considered to be "slacking," including superiors, will lose their respect -- and will generally be made aware of this; INTJs have also been known to take it upon themselves to implement critical decisions without consulting their supervisors or co-workers. On the other hand, they do tend to be scrupulous and even-handed about recognizing the individual contributions that have gone into a project, and have a gift for seizing opportunities which others might not even notice.
In the broadest terms, what INTJs "do" tends to be what they "know". Typical INTJ career choices are in the sciences and engineering, but they can be found wherever a combination of intellect and incisiveness are required (e.g., law, some areas of academia). INTJs can rise to management positions when they are willing to invest time in marketing their abilities as well as enhancing them, and (whether for the sake of ambition or the desire for privacy) many also find it useful to learn to simulate some degree of surface conformism in order to mask their inherent unconventionality.
Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the INTJ's Achilles heel. While they are capable of caring deeply for others (usually a select few), and are willing to spend a great deal of time and effort on a relationship, the knowledge and self-confidence that make them so successful in other areas can suddenly abandon or mislead them in interpersonal situations.
This happens in part because many INTJs do not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, they tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most types consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, INTJs are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes them easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make sense. :-) This sometimes results in a peculiar naivete', paralleling that of many Fs -- only instead of expecting inexhaustible affection and empathy from a romantic relationship, the INTJ will expect inexhaustible reasonability and directness.
Probably the strongest INTJ assets in the interpersonal area are their intuitive abilities and their willingness to "work at" a relationship. Although as Ts they do not always have the kind of natural empathy that many Fs do, the Intuitive function can often act as a good substitute by synthesizing the probable meanings behind such things as tone of voice, turn of phrase, and facial expression. This ability can then be honed and directed by consistent, repeated efforts to understand and support those they care about, and those relationships which ultimately do become established with an INTJ tend to be characterized by their robustness, stability, and good communications.
This was the description.
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To outsiders, INTJs may appear to project an aura of "definiteness", of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that most INTJs start building at an early age. When it comes to their own areas of expertise -- and INTJs can have several -- they will be able to tell you almost immediately whether or not they can help you, and if so, how. INTJs know what they know, and perhaps still more importantly, they know what they don't know.
INTJs are perfectionists, with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes their interest. What prevents them from becoming chronically bogged down in this pursuit of perfection is the pragmatism so characteristic of the type: INTJs apply (often ruthlessly) the criterion "Does it work?" to everything from their own research efforts to the prevailing social norms. This in turn produces an unusual independence of mind, freeing the INTJ from the constraints of authority, convention, or sentiment for its own sake.
INTJs are known as the "Systems Builders" of the types, perhaps in part because they possess the unusual trait combination of imagination and reliability. Whatever system an INTJ happens to be working on is for them the equivalent of a moral cause to an INFJ; both perfectionism and disregard for authority may come into play, as INTJs can be unsparing of both themselves and the others on the project. Anyone considered to be "slacking," including superiors, will lose their respect -- and will generally be made aware of this; INTJs have also been known to take it upon themselves to implement critical decisions without consulting their supervisors or co-workers. On the other hand, they do tend to be scrupulous and even-handed about recognizing the individual contributions that have gone into a project, and have a gift for seizing opportunities which others might not even notice.
In the broadest terms, what INTJs "do" tends to be what they "know". Typical INTJ career choices are in the sciences and engineering, but they can be found wherever a combination of intellect and incisiveness are required (e.g., law, some areas of academia). INTJs can rise to management positions when they are willing to invest time in marketing their abilities as well as enhancing them, and (whether for the sake of ambition or the desire for privacy) many also find it useful to learn to simulate some degree of surface conformism in order to mask their inherent unconventionality.
Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the INTJ's Achilles heel. While they are capable of caring deeply for others (usually a select few), and are willing to spend a great deal of time and effort on a relationship, the knowledge and self-confidence that make them so successful in other areas can suddenly abandon or mislead them in interpersonal situations.
This happens in part because many INTJs do not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, they tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most types consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, INTJs are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes them easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make sense. :-) This sometimes results in a peculiar naivete', paralleling that of many Fs -- only instead of expecting inexhaustible affection and empathy from a romantic relationship, the INTJ will expect inexhaustible reasonability and directness.
Probably the strongest INTJ assets in the interpersonal area are their intuitive abilities and their willingness to "work at" a relationship. Although as Ts they do not always have the kind of natural empathy that many Fs do, the Intuitive function can often act as a good substitute by synthesizing the probable meanings behind such things as tone of voice, turn of phrase, and facial expression. This ability can then be honed and directed by consistent, repeated efforts to understand and support those they care about, and those relationships which ultimately do become established with an INTJ tend to be characterized by their robustness, stability, and good communications.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Temples of the mind.
The season of festivity just went by in India. Started by the mammoth ten day celebration to the festival of lights. it was strange because people just woke up from their slumber and started to become happy, whether they felt happy is another issue. But I am not interested in people or their happiness. I am interested in something else, something they call a synonym of faith and prayer. The house of gods. The temples.
On a recent trip to Rajasthan, which houses fields and fields of gold dust scattered abundantly, I saw something which make me feel small and big, at the same time. There were temples, small and large after every kilometer or so. And all of them were situated at such heights that made me feel as if some hand had put them from the sky. The sheer magnificence and grandeur of some obscure building located in a no man’s land was hard to take into my system. I visited numerous temples later and the usual opulence striked me time and again. I had the following conversation with myself regarding the mystery:
ME: Why is it that places of worship are built in a manner which makes an ordinary mortal feel dwarfed?
I : please elaborate.
Me: I stand before the huge sanctuary and stare into the nothingness of the domes and pillars, intricately carved with a perfection only a divine sculptor could achieve. For a moment I forget that the divinity is nothing but a consistent display of mortality. I forget that these statues have been carved by hands which were also used to have a meager morsel, hands which were as ordinary as mine and as millions of others flocking to pay tribute to the collective endeavour of that sculptor. Can you tell me,what is it that makes me bow before something that has been made my me? Tell me, what is it that makes me call a statue a god?
I: there are two reasons why you bow. The first is fear and the second is fear. It’s just that both the fears are different.
The first is the fear of the unknown, the second that of unvanquished.
Me: Elaborate.
I: When fire was not tamed, it was revered. It was revered as we believed that it was greater than us, we believed that we had no control over it. The primitive man had the air, water, sun and the fire god. Why? It was the fear of uncertainty, the fear of being incapacitated by these forces which led him to bow before them. Suddenly, he realized that fire was controllable, it was something producible and the god vanished. We revere the fuzzy, not the absolute. We are scared of an unknown force, a force which has been made unknown by default.
Me: Unvanquished? I think this comes as a natural heir to the unknown. How can you conquer something you are not aware of?
I: Yes. Indeed it is. It is made to look like that. Imagine, who should be the most logical agnostic in the world?
Beyond any doubt it would be the sculptor who sculpts the idol. Why would a human pray to a god he has carved? The parents are also sculptors. Do they revere their children? Would you pray to someone whose weaknesses you are aware of?
Me: No. I won’t. So, what are these people bowing before when they pray?
I: They are bowing before the fact that statue covered in gold housed in an opulent temple is the result of some divine intervention. They are also bowing before the convenient negligence that it is their strength which has given the godly status to god. But, I could have tolerated the affinity for such imbecile behavior, had the people kept religion to where it belongs.
Me: Why is it that people tolerate any level of incompetence when it comes to their work but do not have religious laxity?
Why is it that the worker and the sculptor have to live in mud houses while the lifeless idol sits opulently in golden palaces?
Why is it that the bridges and the airplanes are not bowed at although they require a greater precision and mind than the stone?
I: I would have to think about the first two questions but for the third, may be they believe that the man-made achievements are in their control but god’s will isn’t.
Me: yes, the unknown crops again. There is more fear of a disaster after calling yourself an atheist than calling yourself as a technological atheist. And if this is true, I wonder, if the bridges can collapse and god can play dice, it is still a probability game, the only absolute and sure thing is death. What is greater than that ?? life ?? yes. Why don’t we then bow to every minute of it? Why can’t we follow the religion of certainty?
On a recent trip to Rajasthan, which houses fields and fields of gold dust scattered abundantly, I saw something which make me feel small and big, at the same time. There were temples, small and large after every kilometer or so. And all of them were situated at such heights that made me feel as if some hand had put them from the sky. The sheer magnificence and grandeur of some obscure building located in a no man’s land was hard to take into my system. I visited numerous temples later and the usual opulence striked me time and again. I had the following conversation with myself regarding the mystery:
ME: Why is it that places of worship are built in a manner which makes an ordinary mortal feel dwarfed?
I : please elaborate.
Me: I stand before the huge sanctuary and stare into the nothingness of the domes and pillars, intricately carved with a perfection only a divine sculptor could achieve. For a moment I forget that the divinity is nothing but a consistent display of mortality. I forget that these statues have been carved by hands which were also used to have a meager morsel, hands which were as ordinary as mine and as millions of others flocking to pay tribute to the collective endeavour of that sculptor. Can you tell me,what is it that makes me bow before something that has been made my me? Tell me, what is it that makes me call a statue a god?
I: there are two reasons why you bow. The first is fear and the second is fear. It’s just that both the fears are different.
The first is the fear of the unknown, the second that of unvanquished.
Me: Elaborate.
I: When fire was not tamed, it was revered. It was revered as we believed that it was greater than us, we believed that we had no control over it. The primitive man had the air, water, sun and the fire god. Why? It was the fear of uncertainty, the fear of being incapacitated by these forces which led him to bow before them. Suddenly, he realized that fire was controllable, it was something producible and the god vanished. We revere the fuzzy, not the absolute. We are scared of an unknown force, a force which has been made unknown by default.
Me: Unvanquished? I think this comes as a natural heir to the unknown. How can you conquer something you are not aware of?
I: Yes. Indeed it is. It is made to look like that. Imagine, who should be the most logical agnostic in the world?
Beyond any doubt it would be the sculptor who sculpts the idol. Why would a human pray to a god he has carved? The parents are also sculptors. Do they revere their children? Would you pray to someone whose weaknesses you are aware of?
Me: No. I won’t. So, what are these people bowing before when they pray?
I: They are bowing before the fact that statue covered in gold housed in an opulent temple is the result of some divine intervention. They are also bowing before the convenient negligence that it is their strength which has given the godly status to god. But, I could have tolerated the affinity for such imbecile behavior, had the people kept religion to where it belongs.
Me: Why is it that people tolerate any level of incompetence when it comes to their work but do not have religious laxity?
Why is it that the worker and the sculptor have to live in mud houses while the lifeless idol sits opulently in golden palaces?
Why is it that the bridges and the airplanes are not bowed at although they require a greater precision and mind than the stone?
I: I would have to think about the first two questions but for the third, may be they believe that the man-made achievements are in their control but god’s will isn’t.
Me: yes, the unknown crops again. There is more fear of a disaster after calling yourself an atheist than calling yourself as a technological atheist. And if this is true, I wonder, if the bridges can collapse and god can play dice, it is still a probability game, the only absolute and sure thing is death. What is greater than that ?? life ?? yes. Why don’t we then bow to every minute of it? Why can’t we follow the religion of certainty?
Thursday, November 8, 2007
NO substitute !!
The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it's yours. But to win it requires total dedication and a total break with the world of your past, with the doctrine that man is sacrificial animal who exists for the pleasure of others. Fight for the value of your person. Fight for the virtue of your pride. Fight for the essence, which is man, for his sovereign rational mind. Fight with the radiant certainty and the absolute rectitude of knowing that yours is the morality of life and yours is the battle for any achievement, any value, any grandeur, any goodness, any joy that has ever existed on this earth".
- Ayn Rand
......"it is simple to seek substitutes for competence-such easy substitutes : love, charm, kindness, charity. But there is no substitute for competence." ..................................................................................................................................................................
- Ayn Rand
......"it is simple to seek substitutes for competence-such easy substitutes : love, charm, kindness, charity. But there is no substitute for competence." ..................................................................................................................................................................
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Answer this..
Everytime i read any quote of Ayn Rand, i feel closer to myself. Closer to the fact that " I " is something not achievable by many.
This is what is roaming around in my mind today.
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And then there's your 'brother-love' morality. Why is it moral to serve others, but not yourself? If enjoyment is a value, why is it moral when experienced by others, but not by you? Why is it immoral to produce something of value and keep it for yourself, when it is moral for others who haven't earned it to accept it? If it's virtuous to give, isn't it then selfish to take?
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This is what is roaming around in my mind today.
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And then there's your 'brother-love' morality. Why is it moral to serve others, but not yourself? If enjoyment is a value, why is it moral when experienced by others, but not by you? Why is it immoral to produce something of value and keep it for yourself, when it is moral for others who haven't earned it to accept it? If it's virtuous to give, isn't it then selfish to take?
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Monday, November 5, 2007
My favorite hymn..
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.When other helpers fail and comforts flee,Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;Change and decay in all around I see;O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,Familiar, condescending, patient, free.Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.
Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.
Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour.What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;Change and decay in all around I see;O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,Familiar, condescending, patient, free.Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.
Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.
Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour.What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
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