A Khagan...posthumously...

Sometimes I wonder if it was good to be Chengiz Khan...so many little kids study of him ages afterwards! But what do they not read? Here is what I never knew about him till a day ago...

• Chengiz Khan was born Temüjin, meaning ironworker around 1162. The Secret History of the Mongols says that Temüjin was born with a blood clot grasped in his fist, an indication in the traditional Mongolian folklore that he was destined to become a great leader.
  
• No Accurate portrait exists saying how he looked.Persian historian Rashid al-Din recorded in his "Chronicles" that the legendary "glittering" ancestor of Genghis was tall, long-bearded, red-haired, and green-eyed.
  
• Religiously, he was very tolerant.Equality among religions & assured equal social status to women was the order of the day.
  
• As he defeated rival tribes, he didn't drive away enemy soldiers and abandon the rest. Instead he took the conquered tribe under his protection and integrated its members into his own tribe. However he was not tolerant of people who ditched their armies to join his. He used to get them procecuted, loyalty to him, was a great virtue.
  
• He would even have his mother adopt orphans from the conquered tribe, bringing them into his family. 
  
• These political innovations inspired great loyalty among the conquered people, making Temüjin stronger with each victory
  
• He was buried in an unmarked grave somewhere in Mongolia at a location unknown...special efforts were made to ensure that his grave is not discovered...rivers were diverted, trees planted, horses made to run over the place n what not!!!
  
• The Mongol Empire did not emphasize the importance of ethnicity and race in the administrative realm, instead adopting an approach grounded in meritocracy.
  
• The exception was the role of Genghis Khan and his family. The Mongol Empire was one of the most ethnically and culturally diverse empires in history, as befitted its size.
  

Good points all...well most...he was'nt so bad a general afterall! Strangely, I never knew of all these till date...my history books painted a gory picture of him in my mind! 

History, to carry the thought forward, is an adaptation of facts tinted by the eye of the historian. Only Winners get to write it ... wonder why they dont need to put disclaimers under what they write.

Step Aside, lest I push you...

The average office goers today spend a minimum of 10 hours at their workplace; sometimes even more than that. This is the age of competition & success-stories. Boys & girls, graduates, Post graduates, MBA’s, MBBS…running day in & day out in pursuit of being better than themselves (or sadly sometimes, better than their peers) at their work place, in their worldly possessions & even when it comes to weekend partying venues to beat the work blues! There is an amazing ‘stickiness’ to the phenomena. It clings on even more fastidiously more one tries to move away from it.

People study for jobs & run helter-skelter one week before placements looking for answers as to why they chose to go in for an MBA. Cooked, marinated, stewed answers are then served on platters…fresh flavours intact & 10 people successfully sit in front of the same panel answering the same question packaged in a different set of words. At least some degree of personalization is maintained!

Someone once rightly told me…go & speak there what you think, I won’t give you a readymade answer. It sounded very mean then, but come to look at it…if my prospective employer does not respect me for what I am, should I be working for him in the first place? Believe me, the attitude helps.

In whatever way…everyone ends up in the rat-race. You ahead of me, I of X and so on…& yes, rest assured, ultimately the rat wins! Was thinking on all these lines, maybe lack of interesting work has made a thinker out of me, when it struck me…Boys & Girls, all of us who have just started working, at least majority of those who I know, go back to cooked food back at our places of residence (no, I won’t call it home) Be it the guest house, the hotel, the ubiquitous dabba-walla. One barely has time to eat before one hits bed…obviously the long phone calls & the chat sessions are not counted. Contrast this with our childhood, when our parents were home by 5, helped with our homework, made sure our uniforms were proper before we went to school, saw our test papers, and had meals with us.

Was misplaced in a party of fresh teen girls this time when I went home…almost choked of the smell of generation gap that was rising mingled with the fumes from the sizzlers…I realized I was growing up…I cannot make a value judgment on that group of kids. But yes, the world changes every few years…maybe in the years to come the rat race is gonna burrow its way down under the age ladder…where little girls and boys will stand competing with each other in issues of social intelligence & maturity. I hope I am wrong. Maybe innocence is harder to lose…