Emotional Intelligence Quotient

Well, well… I never expected myself to be an emotionally intelligent person. I recently compeleted the EQ test and guess what?..................... I am a Emotional Genius!!! Yes, that’s what the test has proven. I am the Albert Einstein of Emotions. I have the ability, capacity, or skill to perceive, assess, and manage the emotions of one's self, of others, and of groups.( Wikipedia boldly states) .

Now that I have realized my powers within, its time for me to sketch out my costume and don the alter ego of EMOTIONAL MAN!!! ( well, I guess I need to work on a better super hero name first)

Your EQ is 153

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?

A Tribute to David Gilmour- Pink Floyd

The wind sweeps across the path,
Where to, the stranger ponders,
Footsteps crush below,
The mind wanders onwards, squinting at the dim light
Seeking for the hand with a wand,
To remove the pain,
Misery hungers for company,
To share the burden, to hope for an end
I look into the distance, I see the hand,
The hand of redemption, beckoning me
To run. Don’t be afraid, it is not going to last.
Breathe, breathe harder, let the sunshine in your heart,
Before the sun sets across the horizon.
The sunrays warm my heart, as I walk beyond the path
Staring at the colors painted on the sky, crimson red, and violet in shades
My hands weaken as I fall on my knees, smelling the tingling grass, green within
The soft mud caresses my fingers, lingering on with a touch
I gaze beyond the sun if that's done, seeing what isn’t to be said
Deep within the images lie, of the past which is never dreamt
Floating across time into my life, I find the moment when I was comfortably numb.

BY

SUNITH SHYAM

The great