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They Know Everything

Man, it is been a while again since I have written anything! But I am glad some works have been carried out with the company newsletter and hopefully management likes it. And since last week I was on training. Quite technical at that – moments as these are tough, especially when you have so many people who know so much more than you can even imagine. That makes you feel bad and ignorant. If they really know it or they seem to know it or pretend to know all, is the topic to be debated but for now let’s say these people are geniuses. Einstein in disguise!

They are all-knowing-breed of people. They have this inflated pride and usually decorated by confidence at its highest. They laugh when someone makes a little mistake, they laugh at the way someone stands erect in the room, they make fun of someone who accidentally ends up saying a wrong answer and they act as if they have come up with a globally accepted economics theory when they can answer a question correctly. And when you encounter such group of people, they really make you feel stupid, they make you question whether you know anything at all, they make you doubt if you have wasted best portion of your life learning to be stupid or idiot.

In Thimphu some of my friends attending the NGOP undergo a similar situation. They tell me they feel insecure because they seem to know nothing compared to these little Einsteins. So, I tell them:

“Don’t worry, don’t say anything unless you are asked to and don’t pretend to know everything even when you know so little.

"But if officials feed you informative information make them become of some use to you. And wait, if they provide you delicious lunches, enjoy.”

Yeah, that’s it. Just do that. And time will take care of others.

How far we can go in life, time only can tell and destiny is written even if you don’t have Einstein’s brain.

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  1. from the way you are describing those i-know-everything people I can make it out that they are a mere bunch of showoff, if they ever knew something they would be humble enough to know how to go about...
    Even those people selling curd in Jaigong have masters degree, if at all paper qualification matters, what really matters is the size of the heart. Tell them to walk low for they might bang their head on the cloud.

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