More about INTJ 's :)
Of the four aspects of strategic analysis and definition it is the contingency planning or entailment organizing role that reaches the highest development in INTJs. Entailing or contingency planning is not an informative activity, rather it is a directive one in which the planner tells others what to do and in what order to do it. As the organizing capabilities the INTJs increase so does their inclination to take charge of whatever is going on.
It is in their abilities that INTJs differ from the other NTs, while in most of their attitudes they are just like the others. However there is one attitude that sets them apart from other NTs: they tend to be much more self-confident than the rest, having, for obscure reasons, developed a very strong will. They are rather rare, comprising no more than, say, one percent of the population. Being very judicious, decisions come naturally to them; indeed, they can hardly rest until they have things settled, decided, and set. They are the people who are able to formulate coherent and comprehensive contingency plans, hence contingency organizers or "entailers."
INTJs will adopt ideas only if they are useful, which is to say if they work efficiently toward accomplishing the INTJ's well-defined goals. Natural leaders, INTJs are not at all eager to take command of projects or groups, preferring to stay in the background until others demonstrate their inability to lead. Once in charge, however, INTJs are the supreme pragmatists, seeing reality as a crucible for refining their strategies for goal-directed action. In a sense, INTJs approach reality as they would a giant chess board, always seeking strategies that have a high payoff, and always devising contingency plans in case of error or adversity. To the INTJ, organizational structure and operational procedures are never arbitrary, never set in concrete, but are quite malleable and can be changed, improved, streamlined. In their drive for efficient action, INTJs are the most open-minded of all the types. No idea is too far-fetched to be entertained-if it is useful. INTJs are natural brainstormers, always open to new concepts and, in fact, aggressively seeking them. They are also alert to the consequences of applying new ideas or positions. Theories which cannot be made to work are quickly discarded by the INTJs. On the other hand, INTJs can be quite ruthless in implementing effective ideas, seldom counting personal cost in terms of time and energy.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
New Raj in Mumbaistan
The mathematics textbook of my thirteen year old cousin has these words on the flip side of the front cover.
WE, THE PEOPLE OF INDIA, having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a SOVEREIGN SOCIALIST SECULAR DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC.
Assuming that the children in Mumbai are also reading the same textbooks, one can realize the disparities in practical, moral and ethical teachings imparted to them by the people in power (rather emerged in power). Yes, I am indeed talking about the great Raj thackerey whose phenomenal rise to stardom has been backed up by the phenomenal ignorance exhibited by the people of India. The whole episode has indeed been a lesson in probing about the general intelligence quotient our people foster.
Unlike others, I would not go about the bashing of Mr. Thackeray, rather I would like to congratulate him on his foresight and risk taking capabilities. In a country where multiplying people is as simple as dividing them, its no wonder that such mathematicians weave magic.
Infact, I have a few suggestions for our great leader.
1.Since the filthy people from other states corrupt the opulence and the majesty of Maharashtra, I think politians from other states should stop corrupting Delhi’s assembly with their “outsider” status.
2.Sharukh Khan, Amitabh Bachan and family, Saif Ali Khan with his muse should start packing their bags for a long journey to their respective states. People from Maharashtra are denied entry in the industry they own, because of such unscrupulous people who come from nowhere and make Mumbai their home.
3.A certain strata of society in Mumbai should not be allowed to rise above a particular level; rather they should be kept poor, so that they can serve as menial workers for household jobs.
4.Finally, a word for such obsessed patriotism should reach the countries where outsourcing of work is allowed for pity reasons such as profits. You can actually hold seminars to throw some light on the perils of snatching away the bread of your countrymen, however incompetent may be for some Indians thousand miles away?
But you know sir, I have a strong intuition that you won’t pay heed to my suggestions, not because they aren’t good, but for a simple reason :
"There is no substitute for competence."
WE, THE PEOPLE OF INDIA, having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a SOVEREIGN SOCIALIST SECULAR DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC.
Assuming that the children in Mumbai are also reading the same textbooks, one can realize the disparities in practical, moral and ethical teachings imparted to them by the people in power (rather emerged in power). Yes, I am indeed talking about the great Raj thackerey whose phenomenal rise to stardom has been backed up by the phenomenal ignorance exhibited by the people of India. The whole episode has indeed been a lesson in probing about the general intelligence quotient our people foster.
Unlike others, I would not go about the bashing of Mr. Thackeray, rather I would like to congratulate him on his foresight and risk taking capabilities. In a country where multiplying people is as simple as dividing them, its no wonder that such mathematicians weave magic.
Infact, I have a few suggestions for our great leader.
1.Since the filthy people from other states corrupt the opulence and the majesty of Maharashtra, I think politians from other states should stop corrupting Delhi’s assembly with their “outsider” status.
2.Sharukh Khan, Amitabh Bachan and family, Saif Ali Khan with his muse should start packing their bags for a long journey to their respective states. People from Maharashtra are denied entry in the industry they own, because of such unscrupulous people who come from nowhere and make Mumbai their home.
3.A certain strata of society in Mumbai should not be allowed to rise above a particular level; rather they should be kept poor, so that they can serve as menial workers for household jobs.
4.Finally, a word for such obsessed patriotism should reach the countries where outsourcing of work is allowed for pity reasons such as profits. You can actually hold seminars to throw some light on the perils of snatching away the bread of your countrymen, however incompetent may be for some Indians thousand miles away?
But you know sir, I have a strong intuition that you won’t pay heed to my suggestions, not because they aren’t good, but for a simple reason :
"There is no substitute for competence."
Thursday, March 6, 2008
For the ants and the Grasshoppers.
This is a part of a forwarded mail i got: I found it relevant to the hilt.
The Ant and the grass hopper in the current situations in India
Ant & Grasshopper
The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away.
Come winter,the Ant is warm and well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.
Modern Version
The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and
laying up supplies for the winter.
The Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away.
Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.
NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper next to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.
The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?
Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house.
Medha Patkar goes on a fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter.
Amnesty International and Koffi Annan criticizes the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.
The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance).
Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for 'Bharat Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.
CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.
Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.
Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the ' Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.
Arjun Singh makes ' Special Reservation ' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions & in Government Services.
The Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing left to pay his retroactive
taxes,it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the Grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV.
Arundhati Roy calls it ' A Triumph of Justice '.
Lalu calls it ' Socialistic Justice '.
CPM calls it the ' Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden '
Koffi Annan invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly .
Many years later...
The Ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar company in Silicon
Valley ..
100s of Grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India ...
As a result of loosing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the Grasshoppers, India is still a developing country.
The Ant and the grass hopper in the current situations in India
Ant & Grasshopper
The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away.
Come winter,the Ant is warm and well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.
Modern Version
The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and
laying up supplies for the winter.
The Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away.
Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.
NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper next to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.
The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?
Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house.
Medha Patkar goes on a fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter.
Amnesty International and Koffi Annan criticizes the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.
The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance).
Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for 'Bharat Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.
CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.
Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.
Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the ' Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.
Arjun Singh makes ' Special Reservation ' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions & in Government Services.
The Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing left to pay his retroactive
taxes,it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the Grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV.
Arundhati Roy calls it ' A Triumph of Justice '.
Lalu calls it ' Socialistic Justice '.
CPM calls it the ' Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden '
Koffi Annan invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly .
Many years later...
The Ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar company in Silicon
Valley ..
100s of Grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India ...
As a result of loosing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the Grasshoppers, India is still a developing country.
Monday, February 25, 2008
For my Champ !
I remember standing on the terrace the day you were born. As a four year old, little did I know what was happening around though I did know that my prayers were to be answered soon [u see, I used to believe in god at that time]. Reliable sources tell me that I used to pray rigorously for you, even when you were unborn. And then, in a minute, you came in this world and our lives. The little bundle of joy, all coochie-coo. You know as soon as I heard that you had arrived, the toy with which I was probably playing broke and a little drop of blood came out of my finger, and I thought, what kind of a baby is this?
Nonetheless, I was too excited to brood over that droplet and in a matter of seconds was jumping hysterically, celebrating your arrival! Yes…my brother was here.
You made me a big sister all of a sudden….and babies out of the three of us.
Your little chores took the nature of paramount importance for us. Bathing, sleeping, your massage routine, the relatives pouring in, and yeah..the incessant crying of yours. Hope you haven’t forgotten every pic of yours is drowned in tears. Admit it dude, you were a cry baby!! But whatever you were, you were a darling, the rosy pink cherubic features attracting many a femme fatales at that time…alas how you wish.. [ I know, I know ;)]
Seasons changed, but what remained constant was our shell. The small shell in which we were growing, we somehow never wanted you to outgrow these moments, so we wrapped you in a cotton ball, saving you from any scratch possible. Little did we know that this one could turn out to be a great handicap for you. Holidays homework, models and charts along with countless other paraphernalia, I was the accomplice in crime. We just assumed that you were too young to do your stuff, to finish off those complicated drawings, to color those minute figures, so I readily offered my help and you got away with it.
Its here and we are here.
You know as I see you everyday, fighting with all your power, the little and the big questions that life throws at us. I want to tell you that I understand you. I want to tell you that I am as scared today as the day when we were standing at the school gate watching you mixing with the toddlers, a school bag on your little shoulders and tearful eyes. I was scared of letting you go just like that, without me to protect you, to assist you, to pick you up lest you fall. But I had to let you go.
I want to tell you, that I can see what’s going on in your mind; the ever-changing contours of your mind-scape aren’t unfamiliar. I know what you think, why you think like that and what your aspirations are. But you know, a time comes in ones life, when one has to let go. Let go his past, his duties, his obligations towards others and work for himself. As a weak offspring of a sparrow doesn’t brood over the fact that its own mother threw him out of the nest, it has to concentrate on the flight, the journey, the path and the goal. And quite soon, it realizes that the throwing was done to teach him how to fly.
I want to tell you that it’s never easy for the mother-sparrow to throw a life she has nurtured so painstakingly just to teach him flying, but the risks have to be taken. The wings have to be spread.
You have grown up to spread your wings and touch the high skies of unlimited potential and growth. The statue is complete; the soul is left to be induced. Do you want the sparrow to lament the fact that it wanted its child to fly? Or would you flap your wings, do a somersault and rise high? Do what is necessary, do what your heart says, but don’t let the sweet memories turn sour. Your nest will always be there for you to come back home after a hard day and sleep.
Nonetheless, I was too excited to brood over that droplet and in a matter of seconds was jumping hysterically, celebrating your arrival! Yes…my brother was here.
You made me a big sister all of a sudden….and babies out of the three of us.
Your little chores took the nature of paramount importance for us. Bathing, sleeping, your massage routine, the relatives pouring in, and yeah..the incessant crying of yours. Hope you haven’t forgotten every pic of yours is drowned in tears. Admit it dude, you were a cry baby!! But whatever you were, you were a darling, the rosy pink cherubic features attracting many a femme fatales at that time…alas how you wish.. [ I know, I know ;)]
Seasons changed, but what remained constant was our shell. The small shell in which we were growing, we somehow never wanted you to outgrow these moments, so we wrapped you in a cotton ball, saving you from any scratch possible. Little did we know that this one could turn out to be a great handicap for you. Holidays homework, models and charts along with countless other paraphernalia, I was the accomplice in crime. We just assumed that you were too young to do your stuff, to finish off those complicated drawings, to color those minute figures, so I readily offered my help and you got away with it.
Its here and we are here.
You know as I see you everyday, fighting with all your power, the little and the big questions that life throws at us. I want to tell you that I understand you. I want to tell you that I am as scared today as the day when we were standing at the school gate watching you mixing with the toddlers, a school bag on your little shoulders and tearful eyes. I was scared of letting you go just like that, without me to protect you, to assist you, to pick you up lest you fall. But I had to let you go.
I want to tell you, that I can see what’s going on in your mind; the ever-changing contours of your mind-scape aren’t unfamiliar. I know what you think, why you think like that and what your aspirations are. But you know, a time comes in ones life, when one has to let go. Let go his past, his duties, his obligations towards others and work for himself. As a weak offspring of a sparrow doesn’t brood over the fact that its own mother threw him out of the nest, it has to concentrate on the flight, the journey, the path and the goal. And quite soon, it realizes that the throwing was done to teach him how to fly.
I want to tell you that it’s never easy for the mother-sparrow to throw a life she has nurtured so painstakingly just to teach him flying, but the risks have to be taken. The wings have to be spread.
You have grown up to spread your wings and touch the high skies of unlimited potential and growth. The statue is complete; the soul is left to be induced. Do you want the sparrow to lament the fact that it wanted its child to fly? Or would you flap your wings, do a somersault and rise high? Do what is necessary, do what your heart says, but don’t let the sweet memories turn sour. Your nest will always be there for you to come back home after a hard day and sleep.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Memes and Mobs
Memes and mobs
Memetics is the buzzword nowadays. The idea of an idea being impregnated in the brain and following a trajectory towards its own evolution seems to be interesting but the rationality is debatable. Working on the assumption of ‘survival of the fittest’, we need a formal definition of ‘fit’. Some authors take the example of Beethoven’s fifth symphony and the four notes as being propagated as memes, but they can be classified as gentle and harmless memes, the various anecdotes and fables can also be classified in this category.
What is truly interesting is the nature of memes which are usually in a hibernated state and go full throttle only after reaching a threshold state. I’ll take an example.
Consider the behavior of a lynch mob. Usually consists of people who are as ordinary as you and me. What exactly happens that some harmless fellow beings turn violent all of a sudden? Talking in the Indian context, communal riots have always been a part and parcel of India’s existence. What exactly happens that your next door neighbor turns a murderer? Can external provocation turn humans into animals? Do the violent memes also get passed on? If yes, have they evolved so much that they usually live in your mind as vestigial memes but turn dynamic when they want to?
I call them Vmemes and Dmemes. There is tremendous scope for further research in memetics if we are to consider the group behaviour. A lot many questions need to be asked and answered. I’ll continue reading on the topic and keep my readers armed with any new development.
The article on memetics on Brent Silby’s page. Good read.
Memetics is the buzzword nowadays. The idea of an idea being impregnated in the brain and following a trajectory towards its own evolution seems to be interesting but the rationality is debatable. Working on the assumption of ‘survival of the fittest’, we need a formal definition of ‘fit’. Some authors take the example of Beethoven’s fifth symphony and the four notes as being propagated as memes, but they can be classified as gentle and harmless memes, the various anecdotes and fables can also be classified in this category.
What is truly interesting is the nature of memes which are usually in a hibernated state and go full throttle only after reaching a threshold state. I’ll take an example.
Consider the behavior of a lynch mob. Usually consists of people who are as ordinary as you and me. What exactly happens that some harmless fellow beings turn violent all of a sudden? Talking in the Indian context, communal riots have always been a part and parcel of India’s existence. What exactly happens that your next door neighbor turns a murderer? Can external provocation turn humans into animals? Do the violent memes also get passed on? If yes, have they evolved so much that they usually live in your mind as vestigial memes but turn dynamic when they want to?
I call them Vmemes and Dmemes. There is tremendous scope for further research in memetics if we are to consider the group behaviour. A lot many questions need to be asked and answered. I’ll continue reading on the topic and keep my readers armed with any new development.
The article on memetics on Brent Silby’s page. Good read.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Fallen not beaten ..
It’s a blind alley; or rather it’s an intensely lighted one. What difference does it make? You still have to strain your eyes to reach the truth, to walk the way. Nonetheless I am running, as fast as I can, groping for some air and tearing away the unnecessary burden. It’s not easy to tear it away. It’s not easy to run, but I haven’t sought the easy route ever before.
I fall and bruise my knees.
What is it that everybody calls emotion? To sacrifice yourself in the pyre of someone who’s already dead? Who doesn’t know whether it’s a guinea pig or a human life being burnt for his lifeless body? I let my mind rule my senses and start running again.
I am slapped and I fall again…I bruise my elbows.
How is it possible that the senseless and the mindless are allowed to rule over those possessing the ability and spirit? What is the value system according to which everybody acts? Am I supposed to love everyone? Am I supposed to negate the basic premises of human existence?
I get up and run……I end up in slush and muck and I fall….my eyes are burning with filth.
What am I supposed to answer when they ask me the reasons of my happiness? When my relations are not happy, am I supposed to be happy? Am I supposed to celebrate my victories when they are failing?
This time, I am not able to run. Not even walk. I am stuck, not able to move an inch forward.
For how long am I supposed to take it on myself? The constant throbbing of nerves gushed with blood tells me not to stop, not so easily.
I won’t let them win. Not now. Not until I give my consent and that would be when I accept my failure. But u see, I am not meant for failures.
It’s getting a bit clear….the muck doesn’t matter. Not that it has ceased to exist. Just that I have ceased to admit its existence.
I fall and bruise my knees.
What is it that everybody calls emotion? To sacrifice yourself in the pyre of someone who’s already dead? Who doesn’t know whether it’s a guinea pig or a human life being burnt for his lifeless body? I let my mind rule my senses and start running again.
I am slapped and I fall again…I bruise my elbows.
How is it possible that the senseless and the mindless are allowed to rule over those possessing the ability and spirit? What is the value system according to which everybody acts? Am I supposed to love everyone? Am I supposed to negate the basic premises of human existence?
I get up and run……I end up in slush and muck and I fall….my eyes are burning with filth.
What am I supposed to answer when they ask me the reasons of my happiness? When my relations are not happy, am I supposed to be happy? Am I supposed to celebrate my victories when they are failing?
This time, I am not able to run. Not even walk. I am stuck, not able to move an inch forward.
For how long am I supposed to take it on myself? The constant throbbing of nerves gushed with blood tells me not to stop, not so easily.
I won’t let them win. Not now. Not until I give my consent and that would be when I accept my failure. But u see, I am not meant for failures.
It’s getting a bit clear….the muck doesn’t matter. Not that it has ceased to exist. Just that I have ceased to admit its existence.
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