Aakhir ye gussa kyon aata hai??
Anger, that familiar emotion, both complete absence and too much presence of which ain't good. Sometimes you need to be angry enough to be provoked to do something, take an action, put a strong fight and make a difference. Lack of anger can breed callousness and indifference in entire populations, and that's good for none. But mostly, anger is harmful, for it often provokes you into doing the wrong, impulsive thing. Negative thoughts, rash words and actions and murder of calmness, patience and love are direct effects of anger. And even more dangerous is the unexpressed version of anger, that simmers inside, makes one irritable and impatient, frustrates and demoralises till it eventually explodes. No wonder somebody's silence is often the most dangerous part about her/him.
I get irritated much more often than I get angry, and in 98% of the cases my anger rises and boils off within minutes (if it doesn't you're screwed!). But I wish I dont get angry at all. Patience and perseverence types, you know. Now I know most of those that know me even a bit or read this blog have labelled me moody, cribber etc. for good. I've become too expressive for my own good, and it's high time I return to more silent, contained, patient and forgiving modes :)
But enough about me, anger happens to everyone. On a jerk of a boss/teacher or a pain of a neighbour/spouse. Even those who claim "I never get angry" can be provoked by sufficient mischief itself ;) But what would this world be if anger weren't there? I cant imagine. None of our "elders", sacred texts and moral science lessons have advocated anger, so I should imagine it would be a better place. Perhaps...
Anyway, I'm in a good mood today, and if you wanna make yours better, or get off some anger/stress try this link. Mighty fun, just use your imagination and beat anyone up :D
Take care!
8 comments:
mercy for those screwed!!:P:P
Anger... hmm is it good to succumb to it or not?
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And abou ur last msg I suppose most people woudl say let the injury begin...
Anger can NEVER have a positive effect. One can't do charity when angry. You must be confusing it with vigour/enthu/josh.
Nice game, that. I got up to 198
[neha]
amen!
[pricky]
it's not to good to let steam built up inside u, it;s not good to blow up on somebody. it'd be better only if there were no anger.
succumbing to it cant be good. Channelising it could be.
[Akshay]
I'm not confusing it with anything. I'm just talking about the times when anger, esp public anger, forces us out of comfortable indifference into a provocation to make a difference.
Like, you watch a movie like Parzania or Provoked and if u cd really feel the issue raised, u'd be angry at the social evil and wd resolve to oppose it. Hopefully.
296!
Good one. my highest was only 274!
though my score went up to 334 , I didnt like the game - I ended up feeling bad for trhe poor stick man there :(
After reading ur post..wanted to share this fwd
Having a bad day?
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take
It out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know -- take it out on
someone you don't know. I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone
call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered, saying, "Hello."
I politely said, "Could I please speak with Robin Carter?"
Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that
Anyone could be so rude. I realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked
down Robin's correct number and called her. I had accidentally transposed
the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I
decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an *******!"
and hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word '*******' next to it, and put it
in my desk drawer.
Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day,
I'd call him up and yell, "You're an *******!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic '*******'
calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this
is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if
you're familiar with the Caller ID program?"
He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down.
I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an *******!"
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot.
Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had
patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting
for that spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his
car window . . so, I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first ******* ( I had
his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW *******,
too.
I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
"Yes, it is."
"Can you tell me where I can see it?"
"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the
car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Don Hansen," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
"I'm home every evening after five."
"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"
"Yes?"
"Don, you're an *******."
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I
had a problem, I had two assholes to call.
But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it
used to be. So, I came up with an idea. I called ******* #1.
"Hello."
"You're an *******!" (But I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Don Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"*******, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my
black Beamer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start
saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, *******."
Then I called ******* #2.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hello, *******," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are...!"
"You'll what?" I said.
"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, *******, here's your chance. I'm coming over right
now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived
at
1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my
gay lover.
Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West
34th
Street.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street.
When I got there, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other
in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and the channel 13
news
crew.
NOW, I feel better - This is "Anger Management" at its very best.
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