In addition to my clinical
duties, I have to occasionally indulge in administrative duties, which despite
the fancy words merely refers to refereeing my subordinates while they slash
each other. So I walk in this morning to find a landmine waiting for me, a
perfect trap set by one of my juniors to make me blow up in the face of
another. The scene had been prepared carefully, the dialogues were pitch
perfect- enough to make any normal man explode in anger and punish the offending
culprit. My instigator was foaming at the mouth “do it sir, do it, this time
you have to take action, we cannot let this kind of behavior go on any longer, we
have to make an example this time”. As I said, enough to make any normal person
give a memo/call for explanation immediately. Any normal person. Not me.
I have this curious habit of thinking things
through even when I am under great pressure, even when someone is screaming in
my ear. They say the best soldiers perform calmly even when the bombs are
falling all around them, bullets are whizzing past their ears. Unfortunately, I
have never had the chance to be in a combat situation, so I don’t know if I will
panic or stay calm. But in all other non-combat situations my mind stays
grounded. Besides I am a great believer in the concept of “audi alteram partem”
or “hear the other side” and in the absence of the nominal offender and without inquiring her side of the story, I was reluctant to take action and present her
with an adverse order on arrival. After all, it would be more proper to chew
the person out verbally first and then do the needful, I reasoned.
And so after asking the accuser to calm down and leave it
to me decide on the proper course of action, I decided to involve myself in the
daily routine of work which had got stalled with this diversion. By and by, I started
thinking things through, piercing stuff together and with judicious inquiry
among the others around the department, I finally understood that I was about
to have made myself a donkey that morning. The entire thing had been the result
of a personal vendetta between two warring parties and one of them had set a
trap for the other on the occasion when the accused party would be late and not
be able to defend herself and counting on me to the dirty work of actually
taking action and facing the ire of everyone once the issue explode beyond the
confines of our department. In chess terms, a check had been placed on me.
Nobody fools around with good-natured,
good old me, can they? In minutes I had a counter plan ready and calling in the
accuser of the morning, I told her in no uncertain terms that although I was in
overall in-charge, she (along with the other) was the one directly responsible
for the state of affairs and in the absence of the other I had no option but to
punish the accuser and proceeded to issue a call for explanation memo to the
trap setter. Biter bit. Checkmate..Look on her face. Priceless.
The point I am trying to make in
this post is that the only thing which saved me from exploding a grenade in my
face was my anger management, my lack of temper, my self-control or whatever
you want to call it. I am very, very slow to anger, so slow that I probably do
it maybe once in five years or so. And then I do it,
because everyone around tells me that it’s good to let go off your anger
rather than bottle it up and so I give myself permission to act angry, for
others sake if not for mine. Believe me it’s so hard to act angry or pissed off
when you are just not feeling it and you are only laughing your head off
inside.
People close to me have always
been astonished at my self-control and lack of anger (in contrast to the rest
of the family- all of them Rayalseeema Chilli like hot to anger - swear death, revenge
and vendetta types) and have praised me for it as if its voluntary, but it’s
not. I don’t consciously do it. I somehow find the funny side of everything,
even if it’s me being made fun off. When you are laughing inside you cannot be
angry. My sister has over the years accused me of being a cold fish with no
passion or emotion. But she is absolutely wrong. She hasn’t seen me in love. I am
as a passionate as the next man when it comes to the finer emotions. Just this
anger and short temper seems to elude me.
Come to think of it, when I was
in school, I regularly used to get in trouble with my teachers because they
thought I was making fun of them or smiling sarcastically at their lessons. I
tried and tried all through my school life to explain that I had a natural
smiling face (like the Joker in Batman) and I went from morning to night with a
smile/laugh on my face and it was nothing personal and I wasn’t criticizing
their teachings. But they never believed me. They used to complain that I was
making them uncomfortable and often I had to stand outside the classroom till I
could frame my face into a sad expression. For a long time in my life I used to
wake up with a smile on my face, go through the day with it and go to bed
smiling. Life was not meant to be taken too seriously for me.
Anyway nowadays whenever we go to
see a girl for my arranged marriage, my mom takes it upon herself to explain my
personality to the girl’s parents. I suspect she does it because she doesn’t
want them to think that the smile on my face is a sign of unqualified approval
of the girl. She tells them that I am a
calm type and I never get angry and in fact she has never seen me get angry in
all these years (a slight exaggeration/a white lie) and she expects that the
girl is calm too. For this is one condition that I have insisted on while
selecting a girl for me. So any calm, quiet girls out there? Please mail me
with your EQ scores
My point is, I cannot abide
people with short tempers, the raging, foaming types. Even in my friends circle,
I always cut off those who cannot keep their temper in check. I strongly
believe that people who say certain things and afterwards blame it on their
being angry words (or on drunkenness) are LYING. Flat out. They wanted to say
it, but didn’t have the guts to say it sober or calm and hence try to excuse
their behavior with a convenient fall guy- their short temper. I am certainly
inflexible in this belief and I would rather have no company than the company
of someone with a short fuse with whom you have to hold back and walk carefully
all the time. Its too stressful and life is short. Adios.
P.S. My sister often curses playfully, that I will
get a mate, (fate?) who will be the very opposite of me, a raging cursing, foaming,
rabid girl…I just pray it wont happen..or I might just finally get angry myself.
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