Saturday, January 23, 2010
NDTV has been given bravery awards to children. Three handpicked children represented the population and I sat there glued. There was a 6 year old who read out notes of his bravery about how he saved a drowning child, a 12 year old who explained how he saved 50-60 people in a near stampede and lost his sister in the ordeal and the third was a 10 year old girl who put her foot down against child marriage and convinced 35 other families regarding the same! Impressive! The underlying commonality here seems to be "selflessness." It struck me that the world has not gotten to them yet, they all still seemed to be having their own mind rather than functioning on societal norms that bow you down to said ways.
We are classically conditioned to behave, act and think in certain ways and the impression is so deep that outside those boundaries we are too scared to tread, forgetting that if we fail we still have our conditioned behavior as cushions. Unless you tell a 5 year old that a snake is dangerous, will s/he be scared? We cannot be making all the mistakes ourselves, but shouldn't we be making some mistakes atleast? As for the rest of us who are smitten by external influences, we can use a little conscious effort to break the shackles or atleast crack them..
Instrumental Conditioning always seemed a better theory to me .. but then again who is ready to bear that electric shock!
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3 comments:
hmmm....you could have gone a little more deeper. This is like just tapping and moving on. There is much more hard hitting reality to this.
Point noted. Rusted writing skills result in this! Will see if I can follow-up with a Part - 2 of this..
My story............
EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, I'VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT. SO I WENT TO A PSYCHIATRIST AND TOLD HIM
'I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy..'
'Just put yourself in my hands for one year,' said the psychiatrist. 'Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears..'
'How much do you charge?'
'Eighty dollars per visit,' replied the doctor.
'I'll sleep on it,' I said.
Six months later the psychiatrist met me on the street.
'Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?' he asked.
'Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new car!'
'Is that so!' With a bit of an attitude he said, 'and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?'
'He told me to cut the legs off the bed! - Ain't nobody under there now!!!
SCREW THOSE PSYCHIATRISTS.. GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOURBARTENDER
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