“You ought to be intelligent to understand this” –even after hours, the declaration made by a professor continues to echo in my ears. The impact that it made was so massive that it thrust right on to my heart. It would have been better if someone could precisely define the meaning of ‘being intelligent’.
When I say there isn’t exactly any standardized format to analyze one’s intelligence level, it would sound totally odd and unacceptable. In simple terms, intelligence is the capacity to acquire knowledge and understanding and use it effectively in different novel situations. However , with IQ test being conducted right from the school level, emphasis is given to the areas of logical, mathematical, verbal and reasoning skills, thus making the concept more complex than ever. Further, the term intelligence today is more closely associated with one’s carrier opportunities too; a major reason for the emergence of the ‘corporate intelligence’ concept.
So, is it true that a high measured IQ is an evidence of one’s ability? What if a person has a low measured IQ, but is outstandingly artistic, creative and has practical prowess, combined with personal characteristics such as ambition, good temperament and compassion? It is exactly at this point that we need to rethink. The biggest fault is that majority of us still view intelligence through the academic perspectives and hence tends to forget about the ‘theory of multiple intelligence’. Some of us may be great musicians but completely hopeless when it comes to fixing a technical problem; others may be championship-class chess players
but would never be able to smash a tennis ball into the opposing player’s court; and others may possess great linguistic skills but feel completely at a loss trying to make small talk at social gatherings. The fact is that no-one is talented in every domain and no one is completely incapable in every domain.

An interesting study made at the department of education of the Harvard University has identified 7 major types of intelligence; say:
1. Linguistic (verbal, writing)
2. Kinesthetic (dance, drama)
3. Rhythmic (music)
4. Logical (mathematics, problem solving)
5. Spatial (designs, drawings, color schemes)
6. Inter personal (empathy, communication, collaboration)
7. Intrapersonal (concentration, insight, self understanding, strategies)
These types are for most part independent of one another, and by no way is more important than the other. In such a case all of us are intelligent, in one way or the other. The only thing is that we need to identify our area of interest and start nurturing it. The more we practice, the more dexterous we become. So, why do you wait? Let’s prove the world our real worth.



ImageI stood there, all alone watching the droplets of rain trickling down the window glass. Staring at the vastness ahead, I had no clue. It wasn’t the soft breeze that swayed by me…it wasn’t the chattering of the rain droplets, it wasn’t the loud thunder…it was something else that bore the unusual power to shatter my senses altogether. At times, I was flooded around by thoughts .At times, I was as blank as a plain white canvas.

An unknown fear drifted in the air surrounding me. It was a single question that ran along the entire length and breadth of my mind “should I do it..?” To make a decision meant walking back to those good old days. But destined to live in a world that embraces changes, I was afraid about my chances to succeed. I could hear the conscience in me shouting “do it, friend.” And me? .Yeah.I wanted to do it, yet there was an unknown reluctance. But from where does it originate? God! Only if could find it. I felt as if I was thrown to ground by a wind that I had never known before. The area was swirling in dust so intense that it hid my senses. ”Why, What, How”…Questions were thrown to me from directions unknown and I was caught amidst all of it, totally speechless..Unable to bear these atrocities any longer, I gathered all the power in the universe and shouted “not anymore…” Slowly, I closed my eyes. I could feel two tear drops trickling down my cheeks and I knew I was crying…

Finally, after hours of prolonged darkness and silence, I woke up to sunshine. While trying to walk again through those old trodden paths, my mind resembled to that of an octogenarian in search of his long lost friend. The previous night was that of permutations and combinations .Finally I have chosen my destination. With confidence, determination and satisfaction, I looked around. I could sense an air of serenity around me. Upon realizing that it’s time for me to start, I simply smiled, took out a letter pad from the cupboard and started to write. Yes, there were butterflies all around….