4/10/2024 0 Comments She got stuck in the quicksandWe don’t know what’s in front, how deep or how long this quicksand is. We need to do what we need to do if you get stuck in quicksand: to eliminate the excess weight, whatever we are carrying. The only way we know how to swim is in the front, and we try to do that - all wrong moves. We start heaving here and there, trying to jump our way out, swim away or swing our arms. What happens when we do fall is that the stereotype kicks in, and we panic. That’s a stereotype of quicksand but falling into it is a pretty rare occurrence. If you get into quicksand and don’t have any friends or trees or ropes around, you’re dead. With quicksand, there is a stereotype that we have grown with. JK said: Let me explain what happens when you get in. He looked back at me and said, “Quicksand is not death- If you know how to get out of it.” And all of us know that quicksand is death.” After a long time, I looked up and told JK. I looked to the floor, was playing with my fingers. And he asked me the question that made me sit upright. Well, he needn’t have dressed so formally, but that’s the way he was. He was trim, and he still played cricket extensively. One of the star performers of the company! In his 50s now and allocating a lot more time to help up and coming managers. That was JK for you, reading day in and day out. The only place that had some sanctity was his laptop and keyboard. Books strewn everywhere, here and there, up and down. It was more a library and bookstore combined than an office. There was nothing like an advisory council. It was all about me, and I was happy to talk. JK wanted to know more about me, my interests, my past, and what I did. He invited me to come, and then we walked over to the canteen. As if I didn’t have anything else too! I went and knocked JK’s door. Well, I was supposed to have lunch with him that day. He was in some other office and paired with me for a new mentoring exercise in the office. I receive an email that I had been in a mandatory match up with a mentor. That will be a sign of failure and a career suicide.” “Hey, I cannot talk about my weakness to someone else. All requests for me to seek external help fell on deaf ears. And this seems to be a recurring nightmare with me. I wasn’t able to move until I continued to sink and…. I panicked like crazy, but it looked like my feet were stuck in cement. To no effect, it was as it was a huge vacuum sucking me right into and under the earth. Nobody around me, and I continued to fall. There I was, stuck in quicksand, sinking inch by inch. This is the tenth in the series of alternative learning from Krav Maga.
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