Paradox of Management

"Paradox of Management"

Walking through the hallways of history, the magnificent walls seemed to be narrating the stories of its greatness. Along a gentleman, I foot in the door, I was welcomed with a gush of gashing words; I swallowed them. Later on, the rain of humiliation started, I rescued myself with an umbrella of the membrane of an open heart. Then, I was panned to the limit that I ran out and spent some moments of realization of the intensity of the matter and the reaction to it. I stepped in again, bewildered and feeling as if I was breathing in a world unreal or of the world of witch of agnesi, but I was living in a world of humans of a different kind that I never experienced. So, I took the challenge.

Now, maybe the person guessed the storms of confusion in my head. Which is why, a sermon was delivered to me. "Alright, that's fine," I said to myself and tried to stretch the strings of patience to the last limit I knew. Though, after a crisp of time I felt breathless and my heart pounding, yelling and screaming for a way out; I slightly tried to show. Thus, I was told that it was just a reaction of a depression that someone had and the flu was cleaned over me! “Oh what”, I asked myself and tried to make the situation understandable for me, “the depression and the reaction over me?" I couldn't believe the time I was living in. Consequently, I asked God for mercy. 

Afterwards, I was tested and evaluated, jumbled up in my own words; ENGAGED for the reasons I didn't know. Even the two gentlemen sitting by the side got confused and exchanged smiles. After watching them grim over me, I wanted to bang my head over the desk in front or run out and never come back.

In the end I was told, “It was all 'The Paradox of Management' ", I looked up, "Oh Lord! You must be kidding me, I asked for mercy! Is that so....?" Flowing in the river of paradox of management, I was chanting the chores of my burial in the graveyard of insult; I had never imagined before those gentlemen that I used to call my seniors and the man I never knew.

Now, the tone was apologetic and friendly but I didn't need it, at this point; it was of no use. "To bring the best out of you, you should be treated with worst, to bring the finest of you; you should tolerate the ebb of dis." Those were the conclusive words I heard. I walked out with the theory of "Paradox of Management", being experimented upon. "I shall never forget this 'Paradox of Management'", I told myself as I walked back in the same hallways I came through, yet the stories were different that I heard from the walls this time.

 Before, I strode the last stair; I looked back and said, "No! This time, you used this 'Paradox of Management', theory over the wrong person at the wrong time; your management of your paradox was wrong. Not all are the same and not all theories turn up to become laws." I walked out with an experience I shall remember.

The reason, for which I was put into the situation, was never actually fulfilled and it never worked; though, I still ask myself of, "Why did I go through all that when it never had to happen?” Everything was out of my mind and my head kept asking questions like, “Do they put everyone in the same situation without even thinking about the results? No…, maybe I’m too sensitive for all this. Well, I don’t know.” I kept talking about whatever just happened to my own self. With the questions in my head, I walked towards my car and was taken away from the place towards my home with my head filled with many mysterious things; I still try to figure out.