Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Superhero
Sunday, July 20, 2014
The Harsh Word
It's easy to get angry, it's even easier to shout back when the other person is shouting, or using cuss words. When a woman chooses not to argue back, she is just giving you time to think what is more important to you, your ego or your equation with her!
For those who feel that screaming at a woman is completely okay simply because they're male... Think again! A spoken word cannot be reversed...
There are times when you may feel the other person is flying off the handle, my question is 'Is that your problem or their's?'
You know what's worse than one person shouting on the phone? It's two people shouting! Hang up! Wait for the other person to cool off. Hanging up is not always a sign of immaturity. Sometimes it takes great courage to do it.
Let the other person realize his/her mistake. Meanwhile evaluate your relationship, if you're okay with this kind of drama in your life.. Go ahead, if not, let it go!
Sometimes it's better to walk away from such people, not because you're quitting, you're not. You have done your best and are just being a bit more respectful to yourself.
Goodbye is not an end, but the beginning of love you deserve to have. Start by loving yourself!
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
A little smile - A little magic!
Since I started the blog, I knew I wanted to post something special today. However, with my crazy work schedule, I feared I wouldn't have time to write something deserving. I was having a cup of coffee where I saw this person I admire so much again, Gnanendra!
To give you a little background, I met Gnanendra a few months ago, when Mom and I decided to have a little tete-a-tete with some of the ladies in the family. As we entered Costa Cafe in GK 2, I called the waiter, he was busy and probably didn't hear me, and since we needed a few more chairs at the table, I started pulling some. He was immediately by my side, smiling and getting the chairs. I looked at his name tag, it said 'Gnanendra'. I then proceeded to tell him my order, he pointed to the cash counter, and then to another one of his colleagues. He was still smiling when he put a notebook and pen in my hand, pointed to his ears and mouth and shook his head sideways. A mute, and deaf waiter serving us with a smile... and we complain!
I know there are so many more stories that have happened in the last 8 years, as I moved halfway across the country. From making pepper rasam and jalebis, to giving a helping hand to those in need, to running towards danger rather than away from it, he is remembered now, and always will be. As I get ready to start another new year, I hope that this next one will be smoother, and I will have a strong support system on earth as I have in heaven.
