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9 june 2008 2052

Much depends on the assertiveness, the confidence one projects in everyday interactions with people around. And since along the age, the no. of people among whom you can shed the mask, put down the guard is decreasing; the assertive mask is increasingly becoming a part of our selves.

I hate to don any false mask. So I tend to be confused or groping for words or not confident depending upon situation. I am almost proud of my confusion. Confusion alludes to a process of thinking, of questioning and of being circumspect. The one’s who aren’t confused at first, haven’t learnt or understood anything at all. This is not to say that I relish in that state. I do quickly, with comprehension, rise from that state, but that’s a state that one can’t afford to skip.

I believe that confusion is born of the process of rationalization for decision already made in your head/heart. Most of the times one makes decision sans any rational thought, as if through intuition (for want of an alternative word to put it). Rationalization provides the way to communicate the idea to others. Though it’s very important to stay in touch with your intuition, to make right choices, one cannot forego rationalization. For rationalization is a wonderful and fruitful game. It can provide the stepping stones for your intuition to springboard from. It brings to fore many beautiful, subtle details of life, that though intuition knows about, are hidden from us through our daily lives. So how does this balance correlate to the need for the façade of confidence one needs to don to persuade others into believing in him?

Who is braver? Who can u trust? The one who has a countenance made up of confidence or the one who is holding his melting face with self doubt and apprehension. There is no simple answer to it, for it lies in the details of the situation. Intuition should be able to pick up the signs. Both the cases may be just as confused and clueless or competent. One who goes through rationalization is bound to be apprehensive at first, then growing through it into a confident phase. Or the apprehensive face might be a sign of mental deadlock of the person. Or in the case of a confident countenance, he might be really confident through intuition or quick rational processes, or he might be putting up a pretense beneath which lies a coward again in a mental deadlock, about to run away. Eyes see. See eyes.


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