kusang ka phal

As a part of my job I am required to handle the PR activities. This involves pushing people to talk to the press. Some hate it. They are generally the smarter ones. The others love it. This is a bunch of mixed characters. But I love the ones that start falling in love with themselves, they are ones who love going on TV, talking to the press and generally like to see their names in print. They fall in love with their theories, their own voice, their own image and personality. Even they talk gibberish they don’t notice it. All the world’s press feeds off this tendency of individuals. Not that I am above it. Everyone has it, the degrees vary. I have seen enough of these chronic cases. I remembered the Greek mythology of Narcissus, about the boy who fell in love with his own reflection. I so love that story. Now you know where narcissist comes from.

Most narcissists are typically egged on by those around them. ‘Yes men’ and genuine adulators alike are to blame. It requires sane shoulders or a cynic to help stay in line. I guess that’s why old friends are needed, level heads are needed. People who show you your true picture and not your image.

The importance of peer group is often under rated by the younger lot who do not believe they can be swayed but over years this is repeatedly proven otherwise. Today morning was an interesting case in point. At her bus stop, her friend (elder to her) was reading a book instead of generally hanging around. Instantly Jispa removes a book from her bag and starts reading it as well. I rest my case :)