Hey there! My exams all got over on the 17th of this month, about 3 days back. Hence I’ve decided I’m gonna write more often! I will try to, at least. Let’s get to it.
What are we all afraid of? Well, apart from the fear caused by threat to our lives, what else scares (most of) us to bits? What is it that the principal of the school has that the substitute teacher doesn’t that makes us scared of her? What does the boss have that our co-workers don’t that makes us want to impress him? What is this which causes this fear?
This is my theory: it’s judgement. We humans are afraid of being judged. We couldn’t give two hoots about what the substitute teacher thinks of us because she’ll be gone in an hour. The principal is there to stay. It’s important that the principal thinks good of us. The substitute teacher is unimportant. The principal has power. Similarly, the boss has power. All of this is well and good, but what am I getting at here?
The fear of judgement can be a good tool to get us working – when in the correct environment with the appropriate people. You’ve gotta recognize the power certain people have and give respect to it.
The problem starts when one starts fearing everyone’s judgement. That is what creates social anxiety. Social anxiety is exactly this in a nutshell. The fear of being judged. This fear is irrational and goes for everyone. People who have social anxiety possess this fear and this fear is exactly what causes anxiety in a social environment.
What are the other implications of this fear of being judged? One is the noise students create in class/a bus/the assembly hall. Students are quiet when there is a person of authority nearby but not a normal teacher. Have you ever experienced this? When the principal walks into the room, what is it that the students are afraid of? Is he going to whip out a pistol and start shooting everyone who talks? No. The students are afraid of his judgement. It’s just simply that.
Why are some parts of the city incredibly dirty while others are squeaky clean? It’s the judgement. No one’s gonna judge you for throwing a small chips packet into a pile of burning trash in some murky part of the city. No one cares. Go to a posh locality and do the same thing – boom. Instant judgement and intense stares from passers-by. Some people might pass comments too. No one wants that.
Why do some people go to such great heights to procure and possess large houses and luxury cars? Judgement.
Of course, there are exceptions to every generalisation and this is no exception. Some people have genuine reasons for what they do. But judgement will play a small part, if any, in any of those. Observe and you shall notice.
What about the people who do it anyway? The kids who speak rudely to the principal? The guys who scream at their boss? That ass-hat who troubles the elderly in parks? Those guys aren’t afraid of being judged. So basically, our entire society boils down to this. Judgement.
What do we do with this knowledge? Let me give you a few ideas.
Teachers: give the respect you receive some value. That’s important. If the kids don’t know why they should respect you, apart from your mere position, they won’t. Why are some teachers better respected than others in a school? Because they know that the respect will get them something or somewhere. The principal can get them out of trouble. The PT teacher can get them more games periods. That awesome physics teacher can teach them something awesome out of class. What can you do? If you’re looking to discipline your kids, you need to give them value.
Socially Anxious People: Stop fearing judgement from everyone. No one on the street gives two hoots about how you behave. Those new kids who you want to meet and make friends with? If they don’t appreciate you for you, they’re probably not worth being with anyway. Same goes for women/men you might be trying to chase. Stop fearing. Start doing.
Leaders (or people aiming to be them): Leaders would know this already, but the rest need to know this: Stop fearing judgement. The men and women who are the current leaders in their fields did not care about what people thought when they started doing what they are doing. Start doing. Stop thinking.
That’s all for today guys. Keep in mind my album is gonna drop anytime in the next few months and it’s gonna be a free download! You shall be updated.
As you all know, yesterday and today were the days of the exam that 23244.23*10-23 moles of students had been preparing for since 2 years back. All those hours of strenuous study were to be culminated in the four (or three, if Bio is not your thing) exams held over the course of the past two days. All those days of preparation were to be tested in these exams. One’s rank in the KCET will determine which college one joins, if at all. (Actually, any rank will definitely get an engineering seat, seeing as to how there are more engineering seats than takers for them. I can’t say the same for medical though.) And as we students of Indian parents all know, this is pretty much a life or death situation. The outcome of this one exam (out of many, though) will initiate a chain reaction which will affect (including but not limited to) your student life for the next four years, the job you get, the kinda girl who will agree to marry you, the kinda boss you will likely have, how happy your parents will be with you… I can go on. I won’t though. You get my drift. (I also hope you get my sarcasm, for all the serious ones in you who are quick to pick up a comment fight.)
It’s also the difference between an office and a bed office. Obviously, we want the latter right?
I think we’ve established how important this exam is. But why am I here writing about this? We know this already, don’t we? I’m here to write about Chemistry. Oh Chemistry, you beauty. I’m gonna write about you today.
It was 12pm when I finished my physics exam. It went alright-ish, I couldn’t change anything about it anyway so I chose not to think about it. I saw my mum outside the exam hall, and then we went to McDonald’s to grab a quick lunch, because I was hungry as hell after all those fast paced 60 questions that daunted me just an hour and a half prior. It was quite an uneventful lunch, save for the small conversation I had with two friends of mine while waiting our turn at the cashier. The place was absolutely PACKED with students though. It was as if a big student bird laid an egg in that particular McD’s and that egg had just hatched, to give out dozens of adolescent males and females thronging the cashier there, with absolutely no sense of making a queue. (yeah, in such a humongous McD’s, there was only one order counter. During lunch time. Yeah.)
After having that small (it wasn’t really, I had a pretty large burger. It was awesome.) lunch, I had to spend an hour waiting to start writing this god-forsaken chem exam. ‘Just one last’, I thought. ‘It should be fine, it’s just CET. The questions will be direct. I can hope for a decent-ish score.’ Oh, how wrong was I. I had no books to revise from, but thankfully I had my phone. I spent exactly an hour sitting on the roadside browsing Reddit, exploring Facebook and replying back to some mails (yeah, I use mails. I’m old school.) and then I went inside the Basaveshwara Composite PU College to sit down at my place.
It looked like I was slightly late. Almost everyone had occupied their place already. Anyhoo, I proceeded to sit and soon after the invigilator handed me my OMR. I honestly wasn’t so nervous at first. That feeling changed once I got my question paper though. Once that hallowed bell rang (seven, eight times) at 2:40pm, I started to open my paper. I tore off the seal. “This should be alright”, I thought. So naïve of me.
I looked at the first question. Sweat started dripping down my temples. “It’s alright, just the first one. The others will be easier.” Oh, so naïve of me.
To say the paper was tough would be an understatement. It was as if the KEA paper-setters had a meeting and decided “You know what would be fun? Let’s make this year’s paper anything but of CET standards. That’ll shock people. It’ll be funny!” The paper struck me like the auto-rickshaw that almost crashed into my car this morning. Except that it didn’t almost crash, it actually did.
Somehow, I managed to finish the paper through a combination of guesswork, calculated guesswork, and the application of a skilled craft known as ‘eenie meanie’. A lot of the last one actually. When I stepped out of the exam hall at 3:55pm, I was treated to the shocked faces of all my exam-mates (what do you call them?). Everyone looked like their kidneys were stolen from them. It was… weird. The atmosphere had a strange air to it.
After getting into an auto-rickshaw, I saw I had a missed call from a friend of mine. On calling her I learnt that the paper’s horribleness was true for her as well. I checked Facebook. Somebody had already posted about it. It was starting, the reaction.
Wow, what a paper. Just… wow.
Also, I think you’d wanna listen to this song of mine. It’s about the plight of the students studying for these exams, me included.
So today morning I was bored as hell after getting up and I wanted to do something new. So I posted a 15 second cover of Yellowcard’s ‘Ocean Avenue’ on Instagram! My inspiration was totally Us The Duo (google em up if you haven’t heard of them. Their Vines are amazing.).