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Saturday, September 15, 2012

Narcissism: the best cook or good times?

Everyone is narcissistic, the difference is only to what extent. Even more dangerous is when we are fed by people that we are the greatest. This is especially the case when we have power, when we are a leader.

I speak of leaders not only in terms of being a CEO or a prime minister of a country, but also in daily situation. We inevitably take a leadership role in our daily lives, e.g. be the head-chef for a farewell dinner occasion. Recently, our house informally hosted cooking sessions. It started out as a bonding session of the LKY students. I observed how leadership was naturally shaped. People with better knowledge on food will naturally rise to the head-chef position. This is especially true for someone who has cultural/historical advantage, such as being an Italian. People of such character will naturally take a lead on what ingredients to buy, how to cook, and everyone else will naturally be a sous-chef. The proximity between commands and feedback is so close that everyone will have to immediately throw compliments to the head-chef on the first taste. Sometimes, saying "this is the best pasta" is a courteous "thanks" rather than "this is really the best pasta I have ever eaten". Such gesture fed the head-chef's ego (even when he shied away). I noticed that the frequency of that person initiated a cooking session increased. In a way, praises he/she received affirm his self-admiration and consequently led him/her to believe that people crave for his food.

I imagine how it goes with big-shots and powerful people in the government who arise into power by formal recognition. Unlike the chef, these people usually have a "letter of acknowledgment" that they are leaders and are authorized to give commands even when the subordinates disagree. With the chef, he/she has to please people's taste bud to received that recognition and he/she cannot force anyone into eating his/her food. Further, I also imagine how much praises and adoration they are showered with in such position.

In the chef example, I imagine how heart-breaking it is for the head-chef when people say that the food is great but they do not finish it. I guess it is just one of the social conventions to be dishonest when it comes to our friends cooking for us. But courtesy aside, the head-chef will always expect people to say "this is the best pasta I have ever had" (even when he/she says I have just started to cook) and "I can't stop eating your food. Do this more often"

I extrapolate two lessons from my previous dinner invitations, (i) we do for ourselves rather than for people and (ii) we constantly need empathy, but not emitting it.

Again, with the cooking example, the dinner invitation started out as a "do for others" event. The head-chef will self-proclaim that the dinner would not have been as fun without him/her. In a way, the event's highlight is the head-chef where everyone will shout "here is our chef"! We showered the head-chef with adoration and gratitude that the dinner is no longer about getting together and making conversation, but about affirming that the food is superb. The head-chef ended up asking everyone how the food is (and by social convention we praise every single dish he/she cooked). The second time I attended that dinner, it is no longer about getting together but the head-chef experimenting on a new dish. Eventually, it became "do for ourselves" rather that "for others".

Another sheer observation I made was that when there are more than two chefs in the house, they tended to fish for my compliments by saying things like "I am just a beginner, Sue (the other chef) is a much better cook". Let's say the dinner's occasion is a farewell party for a colleague. Instead of emitting sympathy for the colleague, the event is more centered to "is my food the greatest" or "how unpleasant the dinner would have been without me". The head-chef constantly needed a reminder (for every single dish) how good he/she is. Sometimes, some dishes are not as good as the previous dishes and the head-chef would rushed back to the kitchen and worked out on another dish. Praises for each dish have to be better than the previous one.





Saturday, September 01, 2012

Desire for cohesion is the enemy of real leadership

The two poles of a group/societal building are finding similarities and differences. My experience tells me that the former is the easy path and the former is the difficult one. I recall my experience in both academic and professional setting when it comes to building a group or simply put choosing team members for a particular project. Often, similarities provide comfort to the team as similar character and way of thinking allows smaller amount of friction in the team. On the contrary, differences often lead acrimonious disagreements. Cohesion seems to gravitate closer to group whose team members have “similarities” rather than differences.


 Leadership is not about working a group of people who are similar in characters and thoughts. It is about working with differences and different people. I think it roots in the fundamental/biological nature of humanity. Humans are blessed with the gift (or maybe the curse) of freewill. I believe, as a consequence, humans have the ability and desire to be different, to find their original values and beings. Once we accept this assumption, it is impossible to conceive that we live in a world of similar people. Is it not the scientific discovery that not even twins are similar in every respect? How can one then possibly expect that in a diverse society, a leader will be working with people of great degree of similarities?


In addition to the factual situation, I further believe/argue that similarities do not help us progress. Similarities provide comfort and precisely for that reason we become lazy. One view in evolutionary biology (Richard Dawkins in the “Selfish Genes if I am not mistaken) postulates species which dread a novel situation (such as unknown environment) will be more likely to be drowned into extinction rather than species which are comfortable with a novel situation. Most existing species are the results of physiological or biological evolution when they encounter novel situations. These species develop self-defense mechanism which includes poisonous organs and mimicry. Likewise, differences in human’s group organization will allow each member of the group to evolve further and faster. Real leadership is not just about being popular (or likeable). That will be selfish.


Leadership is about developing a group (and of course the leader himself) despite the many discomforts and pains one has to go through. This is against our biological “wants”, i.e. comfort (an euphemism of cohesion) and therefore is generally avoided. However, the reality is that humans are different (in many aspects) and in the context of leadership, one will inevitably have to deal with a huge number of people. To be able to develop the group/community as a whole, leaders have to be able to take an uncomfortable position because no else will naturally/biologically wants to. Therefore, the attitude of avoiding differences/conflicts is the enemy of real leadership.

Tuesday, January 03, 2012

Incessant withholding

The clock on my head tick.
It ticks so fast that I forget the trick.

It ticks so fast but I want it to stop.
Ticking, ticking, tick-tock, tick-tock.

Standing still, watching the clock.
Closing eyes, feeling the shock.

It does not matter in what dimension it is, the eyes are firmly fixated on the ticking.

The body stays still, the mind travels until.

The feeling is hatred, abhorrence, but the act is silence and fixation. Fixated to the hatred and abhorrence.

The body begs for movement, the mind affirms it, yet it is fixated. Fixated to the clock.

...ticking, ticking, tick-tock, tock-tock. Body screams, mind stays still.

Silent scream... incessantly craves for acting it, the mind affirms, but withholds.

It explodes but silently, creeping to the skin. Blinding the body. But the mind is still clear on its fixation.

Fixated on the clock... tick-tock, tick-tock... It then disappears, but the body succumbs to it nevertheless.

Do it... the mind knows it. The body awaits for the command. The mind is still fixated.

Fixated... on the clock.

Noodle and waiting

2 January 2011, 18:11 to 19:36, Mie Goreng Aceh, Tanah Kusir

I am always fascinated by how people sit down in ordered tables and then wait for their foods. There are children, grandma, and a middle-aged. They are families, individuals, and they are waitresses.

One kid is playing a PS. He is very drawn into it. I am trying to observe what he is doing, trying to get into his head. Is that what I feel when I was small and played with a game gadget while going out with my parents? Of course, i am waiting for the food as well as i am also hungry. But it is just fun to be so engrossed into something i really like doing, something that takes my mind off of things. Like writing this piece. Writing this piece in such a mess of order is not something i usually do. I am a lawyer and a legal scholar. What we do is we must think of every possible structure, argument, and counter argument before even writing it. This piece is a mess in terms of structure and coherence. But i simply want to write something and then reflect on it.

Now the food has arrived. The kid is still playing with the PS while eating. His mom and 2 other aunties (seems to be) are eating with full consciousness of eating to get full. They have a shared plate which sort of indicates intimacy. They are chatting over some issues about their maids. It looks serious. But the kid does not respond to it whatsoever.

I, then, see right on their side, a man who seems to be the father of that kid. He is moving toward the kid's direction and eating up some of the kid's food. The guy seems to like it very much. Oh it turns out that he is waiting for his food to be delivered and decided to eat up some of the kid's food. He, then, went back to his cellphone, playing with a blackberry.

*Blackberry is a popular device in Indonesia by 2011.

Right now i am waiting for my food. The guy seems to forget that i have ordered my food (my noodle) and of course the egg (it is called telur mata sapi, which literally means cow's eyes as the egg resembles cow's eyes shape). I will usually be very mad about this as the cook delivered the food to the person who came later than I did. I think this may be a good way of living a different kind of life. You know, as a lawyer, I am typically all the efficient guy and righteous. I dont tolerate people being inefficient, not especially when he delivered someone's food first while i have ordered first. Now I am going to talk to him as I am hungry and I need to eat.

I have talked to the guy and it turns out that he was cooking a huge portion of noodle for roughly 8 plates. The reason why he delivered the food to someone else first is because that person ordered fried rice and it seems the stall has ready fried rice, but not noodles. So I was wrong to assume to he forgot my order. Now I would like to eat...

While I am eating, I see that kid does not finish the food. It looks like it is one-third of the original portion. He does not seem to be interested in the food anymore. He went back to his game gadget. Occasionally, he would take a small piece of his food and eat it while playing game. His grandma joked about him not wanting to finish the food. I wandered why his grandma was laughing at all. What is so funny about it? I suppose because his grandma thought he was a funny kid. I still wonder why the grandma was laughing at all.

I lit up a cigarette after I finish my food. I always have this precaution that some people are perhaps are not happy at all about me smoking. There are several reasons. One, perhaps, is because they dont like the smell of cigarette or second because they perceive smoke from cigarette to be unhealthy. I, then observe around me whether people are noticing me or not. They were 2 glances. And as a cultural convention, i suppose, it is not polite to stare at someone, so their stares usually end as soon as I glance back.

There is a big guy who just arrives at the restaurant. He seems to come alone and doesnt seem to be waiting for anyone. He is almost bald and his body is well-built. I suppose he is a body builder or an army member. There is another guy who has just come in. He was engrossed in his cell phone. He looks like a business person (not a wealthy one). He looks quite decent yet almost poor. But it does not make sense because he is holding a blackberry that i know is quite expensive. It perhaps costs more than Rp 5 million. But there are a lot of assumptions here. Credit system for blackberry is rampant. I mean he may be paying installments for that piece of blackberry or he may steal it. But I will assign benefit of doubt for him, that is to think that he did not steal that blackberry. I wonder what he is doing. He has been staring at the blackberry for more than 5 minutes. Now the big, almost bald, body-building guy is also playing with his cellphone. Ok, now he is eating. He looks very serious about the blackberry. It is as almost as something very urgent and important is going on. Perhaps, his business, family member problem? Oh, it turns out that he was waiting for his food for a take away. He is not eating in the restaurant.

He took out a Rp 50.000 piece of money, paid his food and then left. He took his car key out of his pocket. At least, it looks like a car key. Oh, it is a motorcycle key. The key just resembles a car key very much. He left using a motorbike without a helmet. I suppose in this are, people are accustomed to not using any helmet at all. It is not because they are just outlaws or because they do not dread the police officer arresting them and ticketing them. I guess it is because there is an established norm that in this are it is okay not to use helmet.

I was once ticketed by police around this area (it was 500 meters aways) because i did not use any helmet at all. But it was at 1 a.m. When i delivered my friend home. The police was conducting a December inspection (usually at year end, police conduct this special operation). It is a special operation where there are several police officers at certain locations they project many traffic violators would pass.

I saw a couple sitting beside me. I assume they are a couple because they look intimate. It is generally not the case of brother and sister because most likely they will not chat that much as they perhaps have known each other very well. It is a generally accepted notion that brother and sister are very close in Indonesia, hence, it is very likely that the two people sitting beside me are a couple. In addition, they dont seem to be an old friend meeting each other because they would have otherwise looked very enthusiastic about each other's story. They seem to know each other very well, just like a couple should be, and they yet seem a bit awkward about each other, with the shy look and almost attention-craving attitude. It looks to me that they know each other's story (at least most of it) but they still want to chat. The guy is laughing right now and the woman seems to be happily upset (she looked down on her food while making a face, with her lips tightened up and therefore looks bigger and forward from the original position). I think it is because he seems to be joking about her or her misfortune, yet the woman has mixed feeling about it because on the one hand she does not like to be 'bullied' and embarrassed but on the other hand the guy was happy and the joke becomes a conversation subject that keeps the situation alive. I suppose silence will be awfully awkward and unpleasant. Now the conversation seems to be serious. The woman keeps on looking down. She played with her food by using the spoon to take up a portion of rice while her spoon is already full. I dont know whether it is because she has not finished swallowing, not in mood to eat suddenly, Or whether is constantly thinking about something, hence she just needs an object to constantly jeep h body moving. She smiles a bit, not a bit laugh. Her lips just open a bit where I can see her teeth, quite white, clean and well structured. Of course, I occasionally have to look away while observing her and the conversation at her table which is just beside my table separated by 1 meter. Again, it is because it is not polite to stare. People may have several prejudices, e.g., I am a psycho, an impolite person, or attracted to the woman who already has a boyfriend or maybe a husband.

There is an old couple. I did not notice when they came into the restaurant, but they sat across me separated by roughly 2,5 meter. The guy seems like a tidy person. He wears casual attire yet he looks so tidy with the watch on his left hand and a polo shirt quite well dressed. His wife on the other hand looks very fancy with a brown bag and a seemingly expensive cloth or even if it is a cheap dress, she seems to act like it is an expensive cloth. Again perhaps it is just my assumption, she is perhaps attracted to fashion irrespective of whether the cloth is expensive or not. But under the circumstances judging from (although short amount of observation) the culture around here and her attitude, it does not seem that she appreciates fashion that much. She is more like a follower and trend-conformist rather than a fashionista or even a fashionista in progress. The guy looks very serious even when he is eating his food. Is that how I look when I live my bitter person character?

I am quite tired and my back is hurting. I suppose I need to pay for my food, stop typing this on my iPad2 (i love my iPad2) and go home to take a bath. Maybe it will make me feel better about my loved one being away on a vacation.

Monday, May 30, 2011

A piece of my comrade's beautiful expression of human's pain

I am extending a beautiful piece of my comrade's beautiful expression of human's pain.

It captures some parts of me. Indeed, it is a translation of her state of mind and soul. Beauty in the presence of pain.

"Atrophy

By the cover of night, the demons prey
In chronic pain, the languishing physique
bears a soul which grows increasingly weak.
But then help arrives with the light of day
as unknowing angels flit closeby.
But in truth the forces at play are sly...
In these precious hours they're held at bay.
And temporarily, the spirit forgets,
putting aside what loneliness begets.
Soon enough they will come out to play.
As the presence of others wanes, It shines.
Precocious irrationality blurs lines.
Despite reality, be what it may,
unattended, the dark thoughts pervade.
Through the mind, the floods invade.
Though strong, they cannot possibly stay.
Still, this heart will be repeatedly torn;
the psyche, confused, now content, then forlorn."

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Good bye and break up

Good bye semantically denotes a wish that a physical separation from someone will be of a good nature. Good bye... wishing that after the separation one is still good and will be better off after it.

What language often fails to capture is the past and the future of the good bye. Context of goodbye differs from one person to another person and from one situation to another situation.

We will then ask ourselves: why do we say goodbye? what do we mean by good bye when we actually say it? Do we really wish someone a good life after that 'bye'?

Why do we care what kind of life that someone will face after the 'bye'? Do we distinguish the gradation of "good" from one person to another person? Is there a time when we wish someone a "good" bye with an expectation of a better life than the life of another person who we also "good" bye to?

What about a loved one in the sense of eros and amorous nature? What do we really mean by "good bye"?

Do we really wish he/she will be happier with someone else because we cannot provide such happiness in a silver plate? Do we honestly want her to be happier?

Then we ask ourselves, is it our failures that such happiness state cannot be achieved when the loved one was with us? Do we blame it on circumstances? Do we just give up on circumstances?

It is once postulated as a conventional wisdom that to love is to release, for in stranglehold one cannot breathe and remains in pain.

To love is to let go, but to love is also to long for companionship. Is it not paradoxical or even oxymoronic at the same time?

How can you want to die and at the same time want to live? How can black be white at the same space and time continuum, in the same respect?

Conundrum ...

I have said goodbye too many times that i lose track of what it shall mean. I have lost track of how to quantify and qualify the meaning of the word I have said. Perhaps it is a curse and a gift to provide meaning to the word. Perhaps, it is best to leave the word as a mystery. Looking out for it will do nothing good by entrapment in a labyrinth of conundrum.

Good bye, i guess. the best meaning i can assign is I have done all I can... Not cirucmstances nor cosmic conspiracy that compel a "bye", but it is you... I will revoltingly say "good" in the bye and sincerely mean it... because in the absence of my 5 senses of your future condition, i can only hope you do well... though it is out of my control... and as a selfish species of bacteria and a limit of memory and sense of observation, a "good bye" does nothing better than "utter silence", because a wish not realized and responded is as good as "a semantic glitch without substance"

Friday, May 06, 2011

the wise and the strong

The wise and the strong make mistakes and fail miserably. But he will stand up and walk the same path again. and this process will repeat.

The fool and the weak make mistakes and fail miserably. And, she will deny such mistakes, and deny the chance for herself and him to stand up and walk the same path again.

a hope

Dear myself again,

You can sustain all bumps, all strikes, all hardships... because you know there will be a beautiful end on this horrendous road, in entrapment with dolphin girl.

You can change, amorph, adapt, to anything... You are strong and plastic. You will change anything with or without great regrets for her happiness...

You have hope...

Hi there my self...

Hi there myself. reflected in the mirror. You are my past, but closer in seconds than I am now.

We have argued hard, bled hard, hemorrhaged to death. Let's make a pact. One beyond fact. One with tact.

It is in hurting that we learn to feel. Maybe it is late... but it never dissipates.

What is real and not? Unfortunately, I cannot provide you the answer, myself. I cannot...

But we maintain what we feel and hold on to it, though we are being squeezed and tromped in the calamity of travelling back and forth between the dream land and the reality. Let it go... We cannot control everything... There is a leap of faith to take.

We may be hurt. We may fall down. We may be devastated. We may be crushed.

But what makes a life is to stand up afterwards... and walk in great agony.

And smile while doing that. Because life is too tasty for us to avoid the vinegar of life. Even when death is ready to pick us up, deliver with smile and chivalry.

Because that is the end of a worthy life, and the beginning of another beautiful journey with the dolphin girl...

a journey going back home...

what can be lost can be found; what can be broken can be fixed; what can be hurt can feel; what can be dismayed can be rejoiced; what can be mourned can be reminisced; what can be erred can be repented...--- self-generated in contemplating misery and rancor

Monday, July 26, 2010

Schools of philosophy

1. Solipsism: I am here, you said I am not. May be I am here and maybe I am not here?
2. Determinism: I am already here
3. Utilitarianism: Are you happy that I am here?
4. Epicureanism: Since I am here let s party and fornicate!
5. Positivism: How can you be sure that I am here?
6. Absurdism: Hey, positivism, you are not here and will never be here.
7. Objectivism: I am here, but “I” am not here.. Who am “I”?
8. Secular humanism: Nah, I dont believe it. I am not here
9. Nihilism: Argh...Here, not here... What s the difference?
10. Existentialism: I am here! Here I am! I am here, am I not?
11. Foolism: Huh? come again?