MOMENTS OF STRUGGLE
The world’s easiest thing, one can possibly do is to think negative and lose focus especially in the struggling period. People tend to think faster and negative when they are going through a rough patch of their life. To them, it seems everything is coming to an end. Each and every effort they are putting, it is all going in vain. All the doors of opportunity, seems to be either locked, blocked, jammed or won’t accept the key they are using to open it.
All things mentioned above are very close and very familiar to us. It happens to almost everybody has to go through a rough patch no matter, if it is about personal relationships, professional or even health issues. It is very likely to lose focus and get distracted with all these small hindrances of life. After losing focus the next picture that emerges on their minds, are the people around them who are doing exceptionally phenomenal. This picture triggers two elements of human brains, depending upon the nature of that individual. Either they combine all their remaining energy and starts working towards their targets (the winner’s approach) or the second kind, gets fully equipped with their negative energy and starts getting frustrated and depresses ( loser’s approach). The question here is, as to how to not lose the enthusiasm, the passion towards that certain goal of yours and how to keep moving towards your certain target.
People normally, when advised to stay focus and positive always in a cliché manner. It goes something like, ‘you don’t know what is it like to be in my shoes or circumstances, or you are living life at full you don’t know how it feels to be stuck with so many issues at a time?’ People tend to get very judgmental and sensitive in the time of crisis. Tiny little things and actions leave a very negative impact on their psyche. Results, they lose hope and eventually the entire path of their goal.
There is a lot that we need to learn from Mother Nature. When it is the peak time of a burning summer day and it seems that at one point, everything around us will catch fire. Still we can observe that all the living creatures are out there, busy in search of their bread and butter. We see a lot of humans working in that high temperature. Yet there are some individuals, who cannot take all that pain of the sun. So they look for shelter, so that they don’t have to work or they either have an excuse of getting away from it. Then gradually the day starts to fall. The scorching beams of sunlight start to get weak. And a beautiful breezy evening appears to overcome the heat of the day. To let the living creatures enjoy their efforts which they have done during the day. So the people, who did not lose hope and kept working under that burning reservoir, will enjoy the peace of the calm evening more. Comparing to those individuals who left their work early just because they couldn’t resist against the hardships that is the sun and stopped putting efforts that would let them to a beautiful evening. The evening will be worth more to those who have been burning their skins during the day. But those who left for shelter and stays there till the dusk, they probably will enjoy the peace but not to the same extent.
Tthis is the usual and similar practice of our lives. Working consistently towards a certain goal, with positive attitude and sincere efforts, still probably will not take you immediately to your destination. You have to go through a lot of rough times, a lot of hot sunny days, and plenty of hardships on the way to your goal. Then surely there will be a time, when you will be among those who are enjoying the beautiful evenings among all the other successful individuals.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
The Cause!
So you think, this is your final answer?" The Host asked the contestant, who is under a pressurizing situation. "Yes! This is my final answer". Off course, anyone sitting on that hot seat, answering to a question that might end up bringing a positive vicissitude, an amazing change in his life, will be feeling the same pressure like him. It was the question for a million rupees. The famous reality show of all time was on air and young Waseem could hear the bits of the voices of the show with all the thrilling music.
Waseem, a small servant in the mansion of Ali Khan Durrani, who has undoubtedly the most beautiful mansions of the city. After all, Mr. Durrani was one of the most powerful businessmen of the country. He has a small family, comprised of a young girl Tanya, 18 and a young boy Zohaib, 16 and then his beloved and beautiful wife Zulekha Durrani. As it was a Saturday night, so everyone was home, sitting in the TV lounge, enjoying the thrills of this reality show.
"And you got the answer right, CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU HAVE MADE HISTORY!!!” The host of the show exclaimed with joy and so does everyone in the family too. "You won a Million rupees!!!".
"YAYYYY", the kids exclaimed with joy too. "Baba, what would they do with this much amount of money?? If I can have it, I'll buy one new laptop and one latest sports car for my own self", Zohaib expresses his obsessions with cars and technology to Mr. Durrani. Even though he cannot drive because of his age, but he has his own driver who takes him anywhere he wanted to go, with the guards. "Yes son, you can still have it". Mr. Durrani picked up his cell and dialed a number. "Salman, I want a brand new laptop for my son and book the latest sport car. And I should be having both of these by tomorrow!" He then puts the phone down, and looked at Zohaib, who was dancing with happiness. "Baba, I wanted to go to the concert of this Western Pop singer, in Dubai next month, can you kindly arrange tickets for me and my two friends", Tanya tried to gets even with Zohaib. Mr. Durrani redialed and arranged some VIP tickets for her and friends, which costs almost the monthly salary of an average person of the country. During this whole conversation, Mrs. Durrani just kept smiling, and enjoying the conversation along with feeling her gorgeous gold bangles, that her husband bought for her recently. Whereas on the other side, a lot of frustration and depression was going through the mind of Waseem. He was sitting right outside the TV lounge where he could easily hear them talking. "If my parents would be this much rich and well off like Durrani family, I would have all what I ever wished and dreamt for", Waseem then started to picture himself in place of Zohaib, having all kinds of luxuries and perks he couldn’t possibly afford in the centuries. Just in those moments, it seemed that he was having the time of his life. "Waseem, get the dinner on the table in the lawn, we will have it there", harsh voice of Mrs. Durrani brought him back to the bitter reality of life. "Yes, dinner will be there in the next 5 minutes bibi ji". Durrani family went back to their rooms to get freshen up for dinner, and in the mean time Waseem quickly warmed the dinner up, and placed it beautifully on the table.
While the family was enjoying the delicious feast, Waseem was also busy having the left over from lunch. He was hungry real hungry, but not for food. This hunger was of negative nature, that is been born because of the circumstances in which he was dwelling in. A poor lad, living in a mansion, among individuals who are not only filthy rich but also spends money like anything. This whole situation creates a fire that keeps getting enormous every time he looks at the big cars, the gorgeous cutlery that has cost Mr. Durrani a whole fortune, the furniture, the gold, the divine gorgeously designed dresses and every other thing that has the glimpse of beauty in it.
After having dinner, everyone makes their way to bed. Zohaib was way too excited for the next morning, as he was going to get the car of his dreams and so does Tanya. Whereas, Waseem stays awake in his bed. He can feel the lust for the money getting more with every day passing by.
The next morning he received a call about his mother that she's in critical state and as the only son, he has to be there. She asked Mrs. Durrani, "Bibi ji, my mother is not well at all, can I go and see her? I will be back in a week's time?".”Well", Mrs. Durrani replied, "You can’t go today, as we got a dinner party arranged for tonight. You can go tomorrow but only for two days". 'So the dinner is more important than my mother's health?’ Waseem nodded his head and gulped his tears of anger and helplessness.
During the day he was busy doing the chores for evening's gathering but his mind kept thinking on one pattern only. That why can’t me and my family has all these perks and facilities? Why can’t we enjoy the life decently, like Durrani family does?"
It was one of the expensive nights in Durrani house. Expensive wine, delicious food and extreme demonstration of wealth was there. The wealth that kept people like Waseem thinking about one thing only. "How can I have all this instantly?" After the night came to an end, and everybody made their way to bed, Waseem stayed up. While lying in bed, he kept thinking and thinking. Jumbled and mixed feelings of rage, frustration and depression got so tense that his mind stopped working. He immediately got out of bed and walked towards the kitchen as if he was under some kind of spells. He took the dagger out and slowly moved to the master bedroom of the mansion, where Mr. and Mrs. Durrani were fast asleep. In the dim lights of the corridor, it seemed that a dark shadow is moving with negative intensions. He got in their room, and very quietly and carefully got to the cupboard, where Mrs. Durrani kept all kind of valuables and jewelries. He opened it without making any noise and got to the bottom drawer. He took out all the jewelry and all other valuables and put them in his bag. "I surely will be able to make some good hundred thousand by selling all this", he thought. "Then my sisters can get married, my mother will get the best medication and I will get a small car". He got so lost in his own thoughts that while walking back, suddenly his feet got stuck in the floor cushion and he fell making loud noise. "Who’s there??” Mr. and Mrs. Durrani woke up and were shocked to see Waseem in their room. Before they could have asked, Waseem threw the dagger at Mr. Durrani which got right in his chest and he came down on the floor making it all red with his blood. Waseem got so nervous that he couldn’t know what to do, so he ran out of the room and to the main door. But it was too late, as Mrs. Durrani already called the police and the security guards.
The next morning, very usual news was in the paper. "A young dishonest servant was sentenced to death, for stealing of valuables and killing the most successful and honest businessman of the country. Police claimed that the criminal must have some relations with terrorists and are trying to find the evidence and connections between them".
But nobody would try to find out as to what exactly caused a normal human like Waseem, to take such a drastic measure that costs him his life. Not only this but a wife lost her husband, children lost their father and four sisters and mother lost their only supporter. The only reason was the unequal distribution of wealth and lack of education. People like Waseem, are around us, they are everywhere. These are the sorts that have been forced to take the negative way. And what the law and order tend to be doing about it??They just kill the culprit and not the cause!! It will not make any difference if we keep cutting the tree from the main stem. If we have to finish this off, we have to make sure that the tree of evil has to be cut right from the roots. So that no other Waseem will ever become the victim of the circumstances.
Waseem, a small servant in the mansion of Ali Khan Durrani, who has undoubtedly the most beautiful mansions of the city. After all, Mr. Durrani was one of the most powerful businessmen of the country. He has a small family, comprised of a young girl Tanya, 18 and a young boy Zohaib, 16 and then his beloved and beautiful wife Zulekha Durrani. As it was a Saturday night, so everyone was home, sitting in the TV lounge, enjoying the thrills of this reality show.
"And you got the answer right, CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU HAVE MADE HISTORY!!!” The host of the show exclaimed with joy and so does everyone in the family too. "You won a Million rupees!!!".
"YAYYYY", the kids exclaimed with joy too. "Baba, what would they do with this much amount of money?? If I can have it, I'll buy one new laptop and one latest sports car for my own self", Zohaib expresses his obsessions with cars and technology to Mr. Durrani. Even though he cannot drive because of his age, but he has his own driver who takes him anywhere he wanted to go, with the guards. "Yes son, you can still have it". Mr. Durrani picked up his cell and dialed a number. "Salman, I want a brand new laptop for my son and book the latest sport car. And I should be having both of these by tomorrow!" He then puts the phone down, and looked at Zohaib, who was dancing with happiness. "Baba, I wanted to go to the concert of this Western Pop singer, in Dubai next month, can you kindly arrange tickets for me and my two friends", Tanya tried to gets even with Zohaib. Mr. Durrani redialed and arranged some VIP tickets for her and friends, which costs almost the monthly salary of an average person of the country. During this whole conversation, Mrs. Durrani just kept smiling, and enjoying the conversation along with feeling her gorgeous gold bangles, that her husband bought for her recently. Whereas on the other side, a lot of frustration and depression was going through the mind of Waseem. He was sitting right outside the TV lounge where he could easily hear them talking. "If my parents would be this much rich and well off like Durrani family, I would have all what I ever wished and dreamt for", Waseem then started to picture himself in place of Zohaib, having all kinds of luxuries and perks he couldn’t possibly afford in the centuries. Just in those moments, it seemed that he was having the time of his life. "Waseem, get the dinner on the table in the lawn, we will have it there", harsh voice of Mrs. Durrani brought him back to the bitter reality of life. "Yes, dinner will be there in the next 5 minutes bibi ji". Durrani family went back to their rooms to get freshen up for dinner, and in the mean time Waseem quickly warmed the dinner up, and placed it beautifully on the table.
While the family was enjoying the delicious feast, Waseem was also busy having the left over from lunch. He was hungry real hungry, but not for food. This hunger was of negative nature, that is been born because of the circumstances in which he was dwelling in. A poor lad, living in a mansion, among individuals who are not only filthy rich but also spends money like anything. This whole situation creates a fire that keeps getting enormous every time he looks at the big cars, the gorgeous cutlery that has cost Mr. Durrani a whole fortune, the furniture, the gold, the divine gorgeously designed dresses and every other thing that has the glimpse of beauty in it.
After having dinner, everyone makes their way to bed. Zohaib was way too excited for the next morning, as he was going to get the car of his dreams and so does Tanya. Whereas, Waseem stays awake in his bed. He can feel the lust for the money getting more with every day passing by.
The next morning he received a call about his mother that she's in critical state and as the only son, he has to be there. She asked Mrs. Durrani, "Bibi ji, my mother is not well at all, can I go and see her? I will be back in a week's time?".”Well", Mrs. Durrani replied, "You can’t go today, as we got a dinner party arranged for tonight. You can go tomorrow but only for two days". 'So the dinner is more important than my mother's health?’ Waseem nodded his head and gulped his tears of anger and helplessness.
During the day he was busy doing the chores for evening's gathering but his mind kept thinking on one pattern only. That why can’t me and my family has all these perks and facilities? Why can’t we enjoy the life decently, like Durrani family does?"
It was one of the expensive nights in Durrani house. Expensive wine, delicious food and extreme demonstration of wealth was there. The wealth that kept people like Waseem thinking about one thing only. "How can I have all this instantly?" After the night came to an end, and everybody made their way to bed, Waseem stayed up. While lying in bed, he kept thinking and thinking. Jumbled and mixed feelings of rage, frustration and depression got so tense that his mind stopped working. He immediately got out of bed and walked towards the kitchen as if he was under some kind of spells. He took the dagger out and slowly moved to the master bedroom of the mansion, where Mr. and Mrs. Durrani were fast asleep. In the dim lights of the corridor, it seemed that a dark shadow is moving with negative intensions. He got in their room, and very quietly and carefully got to the cupboard, where Mrs. Durrani kept all kind of valuables and jewelries. He opened it without making any noise and got to the bottom drawer. He took out all the jewelry and all other valuables and put them in his bag. "I surely will be able to make some good hundred thousand by selling all this", he thought. "Then my sisters can get married, my mother will get the best medication and I will get a small car". He got so lost in his own thoughts that while walking back, suddenly his feet got stuck in the floor cushion and he fell making loud noise. "Who’s there??” Mr. and Mrs. Durrani woke up and were shocked to see Waseem in their room. Before they could have asked, Waseem threw the dagger at Mr. Durrani which got right in his chest and he came down on the floor making it all red with his blood. Waseem got so nervous that he couldn’t know what to do, so he ran out of the room and to the main door. But it was too late, as Mrs. Durrani already called the police and the security guards.
The next morning, very usual news was in the paper. "A young dishonest servant was sentenced to death, for stealing of valuables and killing the most successful and honest businessman of the country. Police claimed that the criminal must have some relations with terrorists and are trying to find the evidence and connections between them".
But nobody would try to find out as to what exactly caused a normal human like Waseem, to take such a drastic measure that costs him his life. Not only this but a wife lost her husband, children lost their father and four sisters and mother lost their only supporter. The only reason was the unequal distribution of wealth and lack of education. People like Waseem, are around us, they are everywhere. These are the sorts that have been forced to take the negative way. And what the law and order tend to be doing about it??They just kill the culprit and not the cause!! It will not make any difference if we keep cutting the tree from the main stem. If we have to finish this off, we have to make sure that the tree of evil has to be cut right from the roots. So that no other Waseem will ever become the victim of the circumstances.
Monday, May 31, 2010
what goes around....
"I just dont get it at all!!!", Sabeen shouted at the top of her voice. "Why dont you just let me take this decision on my own???WHY mama WHY??"."I am not a kid anymore, I am a grown up girl, and knows what is good and bad for me"!!"This is a matter of my life and I have all the right to decide about the man I will be marrying, and this is my final decision!!! I will only marry Umar!!"
And she slammed the door right on Ms Tazeen's face, leaving her, standing like a blank page with no thoughts at all in her mind.
This has been happening at Tazeen's place from the last 8 months now. Since the time her daughter Sabeen started to develop some serious feelings for her class mate Umar.
A young aimbitious man, from an average family. The eldest, and the only one that is being running the bread and butter since the time his father passes away.
Ms Tazeen, who is the one of the leading industrialist of the present age, finding it hard to accept the bitter reality and let her daughter repeat the same mistake she did 20 years back.
She left her daughter's room, and walked to the front garden as she needs some fresh air. "How can I let Sabeen repeat the same mistake I did 20 years ago", she kept asking herself different question. All these past years, she has been through alot. Her parents supported her, right after she got divorced after 6 months of her marriage. She sat down on the easy chair, in the garden, took her slippers off. A feeling of soothness ran through her body, when her bare feet touched the wet grass. As it was an evening of August in Karachi. The scorching beams of sun light burns the skin during the day, but as the evening falls it gets a little cold.
While sitting and thinking about this whole melodrama that has been going on in her family, she closed her eyes and travelled 20 years back in time.
"Daddy I told you, the only person to whom I will marry is, none other than Saif".
"It is the matter of my life, and as an elder I have the right to decide about my marriage. And if you will not accept this proposal, then we will do court marriage". Mr Ali Kazmi, Tazeen's father looked at her, with mixed feelings of love and anger in his eyes. His little fairy is now standing right at his face, shouting at him, asking him to be with a man, who is famous for his lousy and loose character. Mrs Ali, Tazeen's mother, was crying because of the whole situation in her family. "Oh lord! please give our girl some brains to think and eyes to see, and let her differentiate between good and evil, ameen". Tazeen heard her mother mumbelled the same dua she gives her, everytime they are having this conversation.
Finally the threat worked on Mr and Mrs Ali, and from Miss Tazeen Kazmi, she became Tazeen Khan. She was overwhelmed with happiness, as she finally got married to the one she loved. The clock gets ticking with its normal pace, and right after fourth month of marriage, Tazeen came to know about Saif's addiction to drugs and women. She started to question him. "Where are you going at this time of the night Saif??", she asked with love and affection. Saif snapped back at her,"Dont you dare asking me these typical questions Tazeen". And all she can do, is just sit back and sulk.
But this situation got worstend, when Saif told her about his affair with another woman and that he is intending to marry her'.
"Madam ji, come inside as it is getting abit colder and wet out in here", servent's voice brought Tazeen back from the past. She walks inside the house with mixed and jumbled thoughts in her head.
Next day Umar's family was planning to visit and to meet Tazeen. But her ego was way too big. She refused and made an excuse of being busy in the meeting. But as her daughter, Sabeen knew why her mother is refusing to meet Umar and family. "Mama please, just atleast meet them. Its not necessary that if someone has done bad with you, the same thing happens to me or with everyone else!!!". " The chances and the probability of deception is higher, as your father was pretending to be all nice and smart with me". Tazeen replied. "Yeh but this doesnt give you any right to predict the future and to be so much negative about Umar", Sabeen protested. "Mama just please, atleast meet the family for once, for my sake", Sabeen cried helplessly. Just for a split second, Ms Tazeen made a decision and told Sabeen to call the family for dinner.
At dinner, Umar came with his family to see Ms Tazeen. After having a long discussion about his future aspirations, she was finding it real hard to reject this proposal. "Ma'm, I assure you, that I belong to a decent family. I value relationships, and I have been brought up as a pure gentleman."
That night, after the family left, Ms Tazeen kept thinking and thinking about her past. "Its not necessary, that if evil has happend to me, it will happen to my daughter too?!". Eventually she made up her mind and took the decision. She thought, that it is certainly not essential that Umar will do bad with my daughter. "Probably, it is a way through which, my Lord wanted to make me go through the same intense pain, that my parents had to go through, 20 years before because of my hasty and emotional decision".
At the day of Umar and Sabeen's marriage, Ms Tazeen was welcoming everyone with warm gestures, thinking "What goes around does come back around".
And she slammed the door right on Ms Tazeen's face, leaving her, standing like a blank page with no thoughts at all in her mind.
This has been happening at Tazeen's place from the last 8 months now. Since the time her daughter Sabeen started to develop some serious feelings for her class mate Umar.
A young aimbitious man, from an average family. The eldest, and the only one that is being running the bread and butter since the time his father passes away.
Ms Tazeen, who is the one of the leading industrialist of the present age, finding it hard to accept the bitter reality and let her daughter repeat the same mistake she did 20 years back.
She left her daughter's room, and walked to the front garden as she needs some fresh air. "How can I let Sabeen repeat the same mistake I did 20 years ago", she kept asking herself different question. All these past years, she has been through alot. Her parents supported her, right after she got divorced after 6 months of her marriage. She sat down on the easy chair, in the garden, took her slippers off. A feeling of soothness ran through her body, when her bare feet touched the wet grass. As it was an evening of August in Karachi. The scorching beams of sun light burns the skin during the day, but as the evening falls it gets a little cold.
While sitting and thinking about this whole melodrama that has been going on in her family, she closed her eyes and travelled 20 years back in time.
"Daddy I told you, the only person to whom I will marry is, none other than Saif".
"It is the matter of my life, and as an elder I have the right to decide about my marriage. And if you will not accept this proposal, then we will do court marriage". Mr Ali Kazmi, Tazeen's father looked at her, with mixed feelings of love and anger in his eyes. His little fairy is now standing right at his face, shouting at him, asking him to be with a man, who is famous for his lousy and loose character. Mrs Ali, Tazeen's mother, was crying because of the whole situation in her family. "Oh lord! please give our girl some brains to think and eyes to see, and let her differentiate between good and evil, ameen". Tazeen heard her mother mumbelled the same dua she gives her, everytime they are having this conversation.
Finally the threat worked on Mr and Mrs Ali, and from Miss Tazeen Kazmi, she became Tazeen Khan. She was overwhelmed with happiness, as she finally got married to the one she loved. The clock gets ticking with its normal pace, and right after fourth month of marriage, Tazeen came to know about Saif's addiction to drugs and women. She started to question him. "Where are you going at this time of the night Saif??", she asked with love and affection. Saif snapped back at her,"Dont you dare asking me these typical questions Tazeen". And all she can do, is just sit back and sulk.
But this situation got worstend, when Saif told her about his affair with another woman and that he is intending to marry her'.
"Madam ji, come inside as it is getting abit colder and wet out in here", servent's voice brought Tazeen back from the past. She walks inside the house with mixed and jumbled thoughts in her head.
Next day Umar's family was planning to visit and to meet Tazeen. But her ego was way too big. She refused and made an excuse of being busy in the meeting. But as her daughter, Sabeen knew why her mother is refusing to meet Umar and family. "Mama please, just atleast meet them. Its not necessary that if someone has done bad with you, the same thing happens to me or with everyone else!!!". " The chances and the probability of deception is higher, as your father was pretending to be all nice and smart with me". Tazeen replied. "Yeh but this doesnt give you any right to predict the future and to be so much negative about Umar", Sabeen protested. "Mama just please, atleast meet the family for once, for my sake", Sabeen cried helplessly. Just for a split second, Ms Tazeen made a decision and told Sabeen to call the family for dinner.
At dinner, Umar came with his family to see Ms Tazeen. After having a long discussion about his future aspirations, she was finding it real hard to reject this proposal. "Ma'm, I assure you, that I belong to a decent family. I value relationships, and I have been brought up as a pure gentleman."
That night, after the family left, Ms Tazeen kept thinking and thinking about her past. "Its not necessary, that if evil has happend to me, it will happen to my daughter too?!". Eventually she made up her mind and took the decision. She thought, that it is certainly not essential that Umar will do bad with my daughter. "Probably, it is a way through which, my Lord wanted to make me go through the same intense pain, that my parents had to go through, 20 years before because of my hasty and emotional decision".
At the day of Umar and Sabeen's marriage, Ms Tazeen was welcoming everyone with warm gestures, thinking "What goes around does come back around".
Sunday, May 30, 2010
art
A good sunday so far. As I have almost read the whole newspaper. A couple of fine articles caught my attention, as they are about essay writing and interviewing and resume/cv writing skills.
I strongly believe that interviewing is an art. To sit there, in front of a random person, who might be end up being a complete pain(in other words 'boss'), and act as everything is fine. No sign of anxiety or nervousness at all, replying to the querries confidently, is truely an art. And as been said by the great writer of all times, William Shakespear; "When you develop an ability to listen to almost everything, without loosing your temper and self confidence, that means you are educated"
I just have a habbit of giving interviews. Its like a feeling of victory that I have, when I am coming out of the interview room. I can just tell in the first minute that what kind of interview this is going to be.
The most important thing I believe, is to take control of the situation, by playing abit of mind trick with the interviewer. It is a science on its own (Neuro-linguistic Programming). Its like, to make him question you, something that you want him to. Lets take a look at an example from one of my latest interview;
Interviewer: So tell me something about your recent job?
Me: "Well, as I was working under the capacity of sales manager with a team of 8 salesmen, towards a specific target of x million a month. The business was challenging, as, we were not allowed to bring new clients, but to increase the revenue within that particular client list. Me and my team, sits together every month and PLAN a whole strategy as to, how and what to do in that particular month, in order to achieve these monthly targets? and then because of the strategies I implimented with my team, recently we not only, secured the position of the best sales team across the region, but also managed to achieve the targets"
Now if you observe and read it carefully, I ended my answer in a way, that will make him as me the question that I wanted him to ask. And that will be;
Interviewer: And what were those strategies?
Offcourse, the qualifications, skils, and degrees do make a difference. But I have seen extra smart people, failing their interviews, yet ordinary and average scorer achieving success. So it is all a matter of, HOW WELL YOU INSPIRE THE OPPONENT(INTERVIEWER)
I strongly believe that interviewing is an art. To sit there, in front of a random person, who might be end up being a complete pain(in other words 'boss'), and act as everything is fine. No sign of anxiety or nervousness at all, replying to the querries confidently, is truely an art. And as been said by the great writer of all times, William Shakespear; "When you develop an ability to listen to almost everything, without loosing your temper and self confidence, that means you are educated"
I just have a habbit of giving interviews. Its like a feeling of victory that I have, when I am coming out of the interview room. I can just tell in the first minute that what kind of interview this is going to be.
The most important thing I believe, is to take control of the situation, by playing abit of mind trick with the interviewer. It is a science on its own (Neuro-linguistic Programming). Its like, to make him question you, something that you want him to. Lets take a look at an example from one of my latest interview;
Interviewer: So tell me something about your recent job?
Me: "Well, as I was working under the capacity of sales manager with a team of 8 salesmen, towards a specific target of x million a month. The business was challenging, as, we were not allowed to bring new clients, but to increase the revenue within that particular client list. Me and my team, sits together every month and PLAN a whole strategy as to, how and what to do in that particular month, in order to achieve these monthly targets? and then because of the strategies I implimented with my team, recently we not only, secured the position of the best sales team across the region, but also managed to achieve the targets"
Now if you observe and read it carefully, I ended my answer in a way, that will make him as me the question that I wanted him to ask. And that will be;
Interviewer: And what were those strategies?
Offcourse, the qualifications, skils, and degrees do make a difference. But I have seen extra smart people, failing their interviews, yet ordinary and average scorer achieving success. So it is all a matter of, HOW WELL YOU INSPIRE THE OPPONENT(INTERVIEWER)
First time for everything
Today finally I managed to create one of the blogging accounts. I always have the curosity to figure out, as to what exactly people do on blogging. I mean, is it like a 'diary writing' with an 'e' at the begining, making it an 'e-diary' or something like that?!
I personally believe, that it will be highly beneficial to me for my upcoming venture. I've recently resigned from one of the largest MNC's of the world, just because of one thing, and that is the passion for Teaching. I know, i know, that quiet a few individuals out there, will find it funny and stupid of me, as how come, when I was working in the capacity of sales manager, resigned only because of teaching?? Why would I take such a drastic step specially in such a turmoil economic conditions?? Even my own family has taken a back, when they come to know about my decision. But I stronly believe, that individuals can go miles and miles, in terms of progress, if they are in a field or profession that they enjoys most. So I am just keeping my fingers crossed, and having a positive hope, that my decision will bring some kind of change in the lives of people, with whom I will be interacting.
I personally believe, that it will be highly beneficial to me for my upcoming venture. I've recently resigned from one of the largest MNC's of the world, just because of one thing, and that is the passion for Teaching. I know, i know, that quiet a few individuals out there, will find it funny and stupid of me, as how come, when I was working in the capacity of sales manager, resigned only because of teaching?? Why would I take such a drastic step specially in such a turmoil economic conditions?? Even my own family has taken a back, when they come to know about my decision. But I stronly believe, that individuals can go miles and miles, in terms of progress, if they are in a field or profession that they enjoys most. So I am just keeping my fingers crossed, and having a positive hope, that my decision will bring some kind of change in the lives of people, with whom I will be interacting.
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