Mob: Is anonymity the pillar for it?

Mob, why is it so dangerous?
Is it because it brings the dark side out of the otherwise pleasant human beings.
But how come the beings with a hidden dark side manage to be pleasant outside the mob?
The very person with whom you had a meaningful conversation over a tea at your own home - does not think twice before breaking your bones once in a mob.

What gives mob this enormous team power? Why is an innocent bystander lynched, a woman molested, a thief killed by the mob? What clouds the individual rational behaviour? Why at work our teams don't have the single mindedness of a mob?

I think what gives mob its power is Anonymity!!
Take a deep breath - and now think:
What are the top three things you will do if you woke up from sleep and found yourself invisible? What are your darkest desires?

Once there is anonymity, there is no more social policing left. You are left with just you - no other social obligations to worry for. Have you ever logged into the web under a pseudonym? What keeps you in check is just you, your discipline and values.

Mob is like logging into this world with an anonymous account - and it brings out for all to see what we are deep inside.

So how to control this mob? Is there a way to break the anonymity? Is there a way to break the trance and make an individual think? Lets try it out the next time - by NOT addressing the mob, but the individuals inside it! Lets see it we are able to break the trance - and get the people back to rational state.

It hurts...

To be so crass - that too twice in a day!

But then some days are like this - and what is sunshine without few clouds?
Atleast I'm back to terra firma from the cloud nine.

Acceptance or non-acceptance of your mistakes (by others) does show you where you stand? Doesn't it?
Had to utter those magic words "sorry" twice today - hope I don't tread on many more feet, toes and toenails in days to come!
Won't like to have all my friends hopping mad, saying sorry twice as such, is already quite sad.

Those who made the bridges will be called monkeys

I still remember that poem from Agyeya :

Jo pul banaaenge Vo piche rah jaaenge.
Paar utaregi sena
Vijayi honge Ram
Mara jaaega Ravan
Jo nirmata the Bandar kahlaange.

Sarcastic, but what if it is true? Will you put in your sweat and blood to be the foundation stone? Will you not like to be the facade to be admired and sighed upon? But then, if the bridge was not made, Ravan would not have been killed.

The bridge has to be made - it is quite immaterial what the makers are called,

For every facade, there are many foundation stones that stay on.

Haven't heard the birds of late

Wow, It has been a month since I'm at XLRI !!
The learning curve has been quite steep, the topics have been new, the discussions exciting.

I still remember the initial days - how I loved the greenery, the view of the distant hills, the tall trees with intricate arrangement of leaves. I had the patience to take snaps, to soak in the atmosphere, enjoy the tea, seek out company. It wasn't so long way back in past that birds had called out, a robin darted about, there was a hill myna up in the tree, and was there a snake up there as well?

Now, I don't hear the birds anymore.
They must be still there, its just that I'm preoccupied with my lessons. Learning is the REASON why I'm here, but I guess I will give the birds a chance to be heard as well.