If you have read Shiv Khera's You Can Win, loved it, then read Dale Carnegie's How to Enjoy Your Life and Your Job. You will realize which one is the mother and which one is the daughter-in-law.
As our construction industry is halting its pace, and as much as leisure time that I am getting, I had to re-orient few things at home. While doing so, a comfortable chair was placed next to the pile of books. As much as I enjoyed and loved reading, with the pace of construction industry and the chores involved, I had slowed my habit of reading: perhaps, the wheels on fast lanes of construction industry didn't care apart from the contract documents that we had to read, rest were all pan dokan wrapping papers for us. If Sashi Tahroor came into this industry, he would have been sent home the first hour, a man with word-ed tongue cannot shovel earth - dry or wet! Words are only taken as tokens of promises, despite being it bombastic or not, they have their own karmic repercussions and events. An industry that doesn't give a f**k about your health or relatives dying, who would care more for one's personal skills with words.
With time, as we proceeded with our works, me and my friends landed up doing few of the buildings and seldom we mentioned about them to those people who understood our works, rest either criticized or didn't understand or just complimented. To each their own, we said, while sipping whiskey and smoking cigarettes, creating ashes and urinating filtered brewed liquid. But, the quest of trying to be the best, was always in our heads. We wanted not to skip items in our BOQs, and we only proposed things which were feasible in our market - no, we didn't put Holographic teleprompter in our 3D models nor did we propose flying buildings - we were realistic.
But with time, as the works increased, we found ourselves being faltered. Perhaps, due to over working, a sense of burden or dew drops of fatigue accompanied us – I personally started to have a heavy feeling beneath my back.
As I arranged the lamp next to the chair and started to read Traveling with Che Guevara by Alberto Granado, I promised to myself that I will revive my old habit of reading. I will not waste time on being stressed with work and land up binge eating or binge watching youtube. Three days being on journey with Poderosa II, Fuser and Alberto, somewhere while I was feeling that the meadows of Latin America were caressing my feet – as I rested, I laid my hand on this book. Who is this guy who looks like Theodre Roosevelt, I thought?
In my lifetime, which is a very short one, compared to many who boasts their experiences in one firm for three decades or more, I have met with many folks. I didn’t know that Mr. Dale and I were on the same page while it came for handling people. I from my little experience and Mr. Dale from his own vast life events and studying lives of famous figures. The only thing the book taught me was not to criticize directly, which I didn’t. But sarcasm is also of no good, because nobody wants to be criticized.
One of the organizations that I have been working, had been targeting
me personally. The book taught me that unjust criticism is often disguised
compliment. And who doesn’t love compliments? Whimsical as we might be, but we
should never succumb to faltering due to criticisms which are not true. The book
was right, how I felt sorry for those who wanted to paint us with their
opinions, because they were not capable or competent with their works. How sad it might be for them, to not see what you could, yet they have to put up with you and try to bring you down with false accusations? I felt sorrier
for them and how I wished for forgiveness, to point out mistakes in their
drawings, but had we not done it, we would have landed up erring more than we
could ask for forgiveness. Money that could have been drained into gutter.