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Why I Argue?

"Working with you is like working with a dictator, you never let others have their way."

I am often accused of being argumentative. There are very few people who haven’t blamed me yet, for challenging every single statement they put in front of me. “You have to dispute everything”, “You always try to impose your ideas” , "Why! Why! Why! You always do this Why! Why!" , “ Beta, Har baat pe behas nahi karte” . After being on the receiving ends of all the above and several other similar remarks for all these years made by almost everyone I know and who knew me enough, this blog is my last attempt to redeem my impression, on all, of a belligerent human being.

Yes! There are no doubts about me being inquisitive or challenging others statement. I do that but the reasons behind my actions are often misinterpreted. I frame my beliefs after a lot of introspection and thus it is natural that I expect the same from everyone else. I suppose people should know why they believe in something. Yes I ask ‘Why’. Not because I think you are wrong but because I want to know why you are right. I believe ‘WHY’ is the most important of all questions and If you can determine the answer of WHY, you can somehow figure out all other riddles. Yes, I argue. However, I don’t wish to go against you, I wish you to convince me with your reasons because I believe it is not just important to perform right actions you must have right reasons for it. I don’t wish to irritate you, to dominate you, I don’t wish you to kowtow to my resistance; I want you to fight back. I don’t make arguments to win or lose; I make arguments to rationalize results.  I don’t argue to make you believe what I believe, I argue to ensure you have reasons for what you believe.

There are two contrasting quotes of mine (they are two general can be anyone else’s) regarding beliefs which I have stated at two separate occasions,
“Your belief is your faith. What’s a faith when you have doubts about it?”
 “Beliefs are not meant to be absolute. They are always subject to reasoning and can change with better understanding.”
Those who know me well enough and for long enough (very few) know which of the aforementioned quotes I truly believe in. And, so, for everyone else, I believe nothing is definitive (Read About Me :P).


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