The distance between a deal and end of a deal

Hola readers! I am back with another secret of secrets!!

A deal begins with two or more people consenting to work towards a common goal. And the goal can be anything, from professional to mundane. Any deal or negotiation turns into a goal with a strong, and more importantly common, will and dedication. But a deal involves PEOPLE. And people are different.

No two people can think exactly alike. Any teamwork is a result of a concoction of different ideologies with different efforts, prior estimation of each being next to impossible, but a clever assessment and coordination of both can always carve new routes towards the fruition of the goal. Also, the differences that are conducive to different goals do manage to carve another route, and this one leads to THE END OF THE DEAL.

Consequences of such a deal are never pleasing. Not only does it waste the time and efforts but also strains the ties between people involved in it. The end is never a fault of just one party. If a party is absolutely inefficient, the deal can never begin in the first place. At the end, for all you know, you are tracing back to the point where the different ideologies became different goals and persistently evaluating the lost deal.

If you are an efficient negotiator or merely into socializing, you will tend to be very polite, respectful and mature at the start of the deal and that is what needs to be consistent throughout the deal even if it doesn't lead to success. The distance between a deal and end of a deal is deepened when you refuse to let go at a time when holding on is not the option. Either the loss or the strained relationship keeps coming back to you and you open the gates for a surge of failures to fall upon you. It should be kept in mind that failures or such ends of deals must not be confused with the end of a very important deal called life and well-being. An important solution is to think about the journey rather than the end. Try to break the journey into bits and pieces and grasp any positive lesson you derive from each step. Even if a bond is damaged beyond repair, learn to appreciate its beauty till it lasted and make peace with whatever is left. And as is very commonly said but seldom understood, move on. Revere,accept, learn and live,not in the past but in the present. 

Enjoy :)

Stepping in the abyss of the dark..

I love daylight. It feels like a conquered world. The chirping of birds, people going off to work, the air blowing thick with the sound of the busy city life; everything generates a positive vibe for unrestrained ideas and innovations. An optimistic approach seems all that is needed to drive away any sort of fear or sometimes it’s pretty much just the admiration of the daylight and an eternal wish that it keeps shining upon us. But then the night comes, an inevitable phenomenon. It still feels safe so far as I am surrounded with people or illuminations but once it is dark and the city life snuggles into cosy beds and pillows, my fear begins.

 A silence takes over as if waiting for an arrival. It is sometimes interrupted by some fading noises, either the barking of a dog or some gibberish sounds from neighborhood that elate me to some level knowing that people are around but soon it dies out. I don’t remember exactly when such kind of fear started striking me but my concern is that it encumbers me till its morning again. It isn't insomnia because I try to soak every ounce of sleep that surfaces out in my eyes but somehow I am woken up. It led me to sleeping in my parents' room to avoid the same but to my dismay it hasn't been of much help. The few steps in dark from my room to theirs are a sly and hasty affair as if the moment I turn back, I’d be grasped by some uncanny claws.

 The darkness isn't the same when I close my eyes but it isn't any better. My worries from the day come alive in inexplicable forms when I close my eyes and it scares me enough to close them again. Sometimes the barking of dogs turns into a chorused painful cry expressive of some long mourned grief that has occurred or is yet to and I hold on to my mother tightly and wish that it stops right away. Sometimes the brush of my hair against my ear gives me slight chills and I spring back from a chanced relaxation. I gaze at the window seeking moonlight but then I realize I haven’t the foggiest of what’s going on at my other side. It’s frustrating sometimes to turn back and forth or to think of turning the lights on to eventually find that every bit is the same but then that’s why days aren't scary because they need you to see and not seek. But night, as I have established now, is an inevitable phenomenon and fear is always of the unknown. It will continue to remain indomitable and perhaps a good sleep, like the angelic daylight, is the only escape. After all to be wiped out by light, darkness has to prevail.