It’s Monday again. Time: the same 8 30 AM, the time most hated by working women. You got up at four and by now have prepared coffee, breakfast for all, packed lunch for you, your husband and your two school-going kids. It was only on Friday that your boss at the office shouted at you calling your work lousy. You have not yet come out of it. A few minutes ago you heard your mother-in-law lash at your work: ‘The kitchen is in a mess.’ The first sound that came out of your husband’s mouth when he tasted the breakfast was “yak.” Now Varalotti stands at your doorstep and tells you, “You look exactly like Aishwarya Rai’s twin sister.” “SHUT UP, VARALOTTI. WILL YOU PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE?” You are beautiful in your own way. You are of average height, of wheatish complexion, have large eyes and a sharp nose. Your face may not launch a thousand ships, but it can surely make a dozen heads turn. But you are not 5’ 11’, you don’t have that bright Konkani complexion that distinguishes the former Miss World and you don’t have her blue eyes or her slim physique. So when I told you that you look like Aishwarya Rai’s twin sister you just made a mental note (in font size 16 bold all caps) ‘Don’t trust Varalotti.’ I came to judge your beauty. Instead you judged my judgment. I was like a ruler (a scale) who came to meausure. Instead I was measured. Now the learning “Unless you have confidence in the ruler’s reliability, if you use a ruler to measure a table, you may also be using the table to measure the ruler.” (Taleb). This doctrine is called Wittgenstein’s Ruler. Only a very few are capable of being a good ruler. When your boss runs down your presentation then show it to your discerning colleague. He might probably say, “It’s good Latha though there is some scope for improvement. Work on that. But what the boss said – that it is lousy - is crap. Don’t buy it. “ Without your husband knowing it make your mil to taste the breakfast. “Delicious.” She might say. “But Ma, somebody said “yak”.” “That somebody is an idiot whose taste buds are dead.” Now reverse the trick. In the evening when your husband is in a quasi romantic mood take him to the kitchen. “How is it?” “Spotlessly clean.” “Somebody said it’s a mess.” “That somebody is either blind or thinks that the word mess means beauty.” Don’t let others’ judgments hurt you. Instead judge their judgmental powers. Use the table to measure the ruler. Have a great week ahead.