Hope good manners are the next big trend!

Casual chatting with a like minded colleague made me get back to blogging after ages. The topic that got me deliberating was the lack of tact in the youth these days.
Again, I agree it would be wrong to convict all youth with this felony. But I do see this trend on the rise. What's worse is the pride they take in their surly and hurtful remarks. (Terming it being "Muh-Phut")
And you know you have aged when you find being amiable and considerate...cool.

What the younger generation don't understand is, it takes a lot more confidence and effort to be kinder to people whose views don't align with yours. Now I'm no Miss. Congeniality. And if such a contest was to be arranged in office, I'd probably not even enter the top 10. :) The reason would be partly because the team is now made up by few such uncouth individuals who I avoid to maintain my mental peace.

I truly hope Good manners are the next big trend after Pokemon Go. Maybe I'll compete then ;)

Brain-Talk

My mind surprises and confuses me with reactions least expected. Let me explain this better.

If someday I dress up well, and someone compliments me about my looks, I return their kind words with a polite smile and a thank you. A mild sweet reaction, ain't it?

But if someone where to compliment me on some intellectual aspect.. say, "you are well read", "you are quite smart for your age" (this compliment at times frightens me, will blog about it someday), then the reaction that the "complimenter" receives from me can hardly be called 'mild'. I would grin from ear to ear. And thank the complimenter profusely, further proceeding to explain how I gained the knowledge and who else has given me similar compliments, and if that complimenter happens to be a friend, I will make sure he/she never forgets this compliment by repeating it often. :)

So my mind has informed me in bold letters that compliments on looks don't matter!! Go figure. 

Route number - 59

Thanks to the free supply of "The speaking tree" every Sunday (we refused to pay for it and our newspaper delivery guy forcefully supplies it every Sunday), I came across an enlightening thought. 

"God gave us 2 ears and 1 mouth, so that we talk less and listen more" 

This then led to the conscious decision to listen more, and by no means talk less.:) As my good friend, (referring to him here as, Glibomaniac) once said something like 'Chop, clip, and cut the thoughts/quotes to suit your self' :) 

The process involved listening intently to knowledgeable living beings. Since I spend nearly 70% of my time in office, knowledgeable mortals are hard to come by. (Disclaimer - No offense).  But like our beloved Ranchchod Das ShyamalDas Chanchad said.. "Chaaron taraf gyaan bat raha hai, jahan se bhi mile, samet lo" 

I solemnly swear that this was the only reason that I began to listen and not just hear Mr. Glibomaniac's words. 

Now, who is Glibomaniac? My newest friend, my newest guru, my newest enemy. 

Glibomaniac might seem rough, crude and an unlikely friend at first, but you shall be pleasantly surprised when you get to know him. Surprised why? Because, though he speaks faster than a normal human brain can process the words, he chooses the right words, yet so effortlessly. The words then do their magic. I have witnessed them live. Right from clipping someone's blown up ego to making new-comers feel at home. His knowledge db is so vast and varied that every hour spent in the cab (route no.59) arguing with him is unpredictable and fresh. The earlier monotonously boring journey has turned into a roller coaster ride of new learnings. I have learnt the art of snubbing 'thinking-highly-of-themselves-managers" to involving drivers and silently watching spectators in our conversations. 

Hope this journey never ends! 

Listing the stages: 

Stage 1: The thought

Stage 2: The decision

Stage 3: The process

Stage 4: Journey with the Learnings 

Hate list

Thought I will jot down the things I hate. Just to see how big/small the list is:

• I hate it when my room is re-arranged without my knowledge.
• Hate it when strangers act like they know me too well.
• I hate it when I act stupid without knowledge.
• Hate it when people (elders) want to decide on what I should or should not wear for functions.
• I hate it, when people talk about my weight gain. 

(Will keep adding to this as and when something comes into mind)

Anger management??

I had once read this quote about 'Anger' by Winston Churchill :

"A man is about as big as the things that make him angry"

Now trust me when I say this, I am really not an expert on anger management. That is precisely why I chose to identify myself as Veronica and not Betty. But I felt like, I knew something about it too. 

Today, without any provocation from my side, a tiny insect bit me reallllly hard. Not exaggerating folks, it was terribly painful. Within no time, there was a lump of swollen mass and a small tiny clot on my leg. My instant reaction was to kill the insect... but I didn't. :) Some achievement huh?, if thats what you are thinking, then let me tell you, it takes every ounce of your patience not to follow your anger. I stared at the bug with such vengeance, that it might probably think twice before biting anyone else. 

The quote is so right! If I got angry on a bug (read as a trivial issue), how small am I ? 

Don't let small things upset you, because you know that you are bigger than them. :) 

Dilemma

Ever compared your thoughts to that of a school of fishes that come rushing along almost to the surface of the water when you drop a piece of bread. Hundreds of them similar to your thoughts, some of them big enough to push the smaller ones aside and claim the largest chunk of the bread piece (read : your attention, for a longer duration), while the smaller ones are left fighting for the smaller portion, satisfied at getting even a minuscule portion.And when you decide to grab one of them, you carefully bring your hand an inch above the surface of the water, then with a frightening speed thrust your hand into the water, and then what happens?... like a silk cloth being pulled away from your hand, they flee away in different directions, leaving you with nothing but a wet hand. And they don't return till the ripples formed on the surface have died out. Just like your mind, you will seldom be able to grab one thought and ponder on it till you wish to. When you try to, they will run helter-skelter  without coming in your grasp and will not return till your mind is at ease like the surface of the water.

Now coming out of the comparison:
When you finally succeed in capturing the thought, allowing it to grow in your head. You decide to blog about it. Then comes your dilemma! Which blog to post it on. (An absolute killer to the start, isn't it? :) ) But really friend, I never faced this dilemma before when I had just one. Now owning 2 makes me wonder under which category does this come? and then post it accordingly. Honestly, after 2-3 rounds of fights with your thoughts, contemplating on where to post it is too much to handle.