Some Notes on envy, That Plague that haunts us

SOME NOTES ON THE ENVY, THAT PLAGUE THAT ROUND "It hurts to say but there is no way to hide it. We are besieged by envy, beset by petty, twisted by resentment, bowed to the smallness. And trainers are supposed to be academic-and values-of the future professionals of the country one of the cloisters most respected for its history and tradition. And it is assumed that as Masters, PhD and doctors who are all super specialist we are part of a privileged intellectual elite is less than 0.1% of the population. And we're very different people with low minimum strata and seize opportunities to shouts and insults of the lower stuff, while locks and physically assaulted. But unlike them and to make matters worse, we use the dirtiest weapons, the hypocrisy, the trailing comment, intrigue at the level of dean or the senator, the knife holster. With the difficulty that we have an obligation to lead by example, be a model and a benchmark for generations that we are educating, for which we are a paradigm. But beneath the surface decorated with degrees and diplomas, there is nothing. Or if there is a crooked and perverse filth that reflects the worst of the human condition.

We do not tolerate that shine colleague, the friend succeeds, a student stand out. All that does not cross our meridian is not worthy of being supported, is worthy of distrust and resentment, to spot with the veil of doubt that damages and puts into question their true value.

You have to put the trip to the other. We must stigmatize the rumor, you have to degrade the council must devalue the gossip. If applying for a sabbatical, you have to put Talanquera. If you submit a research project is to circulate the specter of corruption. If you make a publication, must be put to skate into the swamp of alleged plagiarism. If a colleague comes to exchanges abroad, is an opportunistic parasite, if it comes to making statements in the media, is a vulgar pantallero, if an expert is consulted to make a technical concept, is that it has very good sponsors and pure blah- bla-bla. We are never happy, never pleased by the office mate, we hurt his triumphs, his promotion is a stab in our heart corroded by envy. Sometimes it hurts knowing part of the gang. Knowing that many of the papers submitted to journals are investigating robberies of students, many of the publications are bad translations or other reversals of precedent, that we only earn points and merits and thicken the resume to improve salary and pension check. Knowing that the office-mate was the side that initiated the disciplinary process with an anonymous commentary, or who swamped the commission of study abroad for a negative vote for no good reason, or who vetoed the publication of the article denied to any correction, or the one described negatively as outstanding thesis endangered tradition of expertise in the subject.

But we can not delude ourselves. Our sleepless nights we will populated the account. Some day, somehow, will be held accountable for being bad fellow, being scavengers of the other, rejoice in their misfortunes and often be provocative of them. So iniquity shall not last long, there is no spirit which sooner or later resist odors reveal the decomposing corpse. And then the truth comes out and hope you can recover and start again.? Taken from "MANUAL OF DEMOLITION? Emilio Alberto Restrepo