Sophisticated doesn’t always mean ‘Peteru..’ or a ‘show-off’. Sometimes that sophistication can keep you afloat in times of despair. I can give you countless examples of situations, in which, if you act a little more sophisticated, it would raise your standards in the eyes of your colleagues and friends.
I’m using the theme ‘FAVORS’ in this post. Ah, all the funny things we say or do while asking for favors!!
Here are 5 things which I feel are most basic. They are also the easiest to change. Give them a try and let me know how it feels.
1. THANK YOU – YOU’RE WELCOME
This simple exchange is the most common. All of us know in theory that the proper reply to ‘Thank you’ is ‘You’re welcome’. But we never say that, do we?
It’s either a curt ‘Okay’ or a ghastly ‘No problem’. These are the worst possible replies to thank you. Because when you say okay, it’s like insulting that person who took the time to thank you. The second one is even worse, because it implies that whatever you did for that person was an inconvenience for you. No. Just don’t say that. Please.
Next time anybody thanks you, take a pause and reply with
The mantra for good make-up is “Highlight your natural assets”
Make-up gurus would tell you to always draw attention away from your flaws and add more Oomph to your best features. Basically, spend maximum time on your plus points to make them stand out even more.
I know some of you are thinking, “But shouldn’t I pay attention to my flaws? I spend most of my time covering up my nasty pores…which is some heavy work” Sigh…
Hmmm…a common belief. Well, that’s one way to look at it. But think about this :
You can’t really change those small eyes that you were born with. Or do anything about those protruding ears.
So I asked myself, is it wise spending all those frigging hours trying to correct the ‘flawed features’ and getting nowhere?
As a child, we see and experience things for what they are. We explore things, we touch, feel, sense, bite, hit and do everything possible to understand it. We take some things apart, we put other things together.We roll them down, we stare into them. We jump on them. We even trick our siblings to put it in their mouths.
Sometimes this happens not just for our first encounter with the object of interest. We do this exploration repeatedly because that becomes our reality. I will shortly tell you why I call it ‘our’ reality and not ‘the’ reality.
At that age we got no frames of references. We are not ‘experienced’. So everything is new. What happens when everything is new? We get the guttural need to explore. To experiment.
When my mother was making chapatis, she would give me a little portion of the dough. I was free to use the dough to make anything I wanted. I made cats, elephants, and a variety of other animals and objects.
Did I ever think of making chapatis out of this chapati dough? No. If you ask me, that thought never even crossed my mind. I was the maker of the great dough animals. Why would I do boring chapatis?Yet now, I use chapati dough to make nothing but chapatis.
What happened to the explorer? I obviously became an adult.
Indian men have some reeeeaaaally bad habits that women are victims of. Nope. not talking about the booze here. And definitely not what goes on ‘behind the closed door’ .
But I am referring to a disturbing behavior that every working woman faces in her daily life.
Am I talking about those dumbasses on the streets who wolf whistle? Nayyy, that’s a given. We are used to that. Every girl learns to become deaf and dumb while walking the streets.
I’m talking about workplace catcalls. Yes, those things exist. I don’t know how men think that it’s okay to address women in every which way but their name. We have a NAME guys. Use it. We beseech you.
I am not the kind of person to bear this condescending behavior. So I have stood up to not less than 4 men so far about said Catcalling. But I am tired of it. It is such a basic etiquette that nobody seems to get. I don’t want to go the HR every single time something like this happens.
Women silently go with this behavior mostly because they don’t understand this is borderline harassment. You don’t have to take this snotty behavior. It’s a workplace, be it man or woman, you have to follow some etiquette. Learn to respect yourselves, girls.
Please grow up.
Call me crazy, but I just don’t answer to ‘tchhhuuuu…’ or ‘pooochhhh’ or any other damnning noise.
I hope you men learn this.
July 2 is the exact middle date of a non-leap year. It is 182 days after New Years. What does that mean ?
It’s 181 days since I signed up for gym.
It’s 181 days since I resolved to give up junk.
It’s 181 days since I resolved to read a book/week.
It’s 181 days since I decided to quit my bad habit.
It’s 181 days since I agreed to clean my room.
It’s 181 days since I started planning a pleasure trip.
Wouldn’t it be great to have another chance at those New Year’s Resolutions ?
So here I go,
My Mid Year’s Resolutions
- Be realistic in your expectations
- Appreciate yourself more
- Good going on the Yoga… now keep up the momentum
- Junk food once in a while can be excused. Once in a while!
- Cross at least 3 items off your bucket list by December 31
- Do more social work
- Take a mini trip if you can’t afford a big one
- Clean a part of your room. How about that messy drawer stuffed with heaven-knows- what?
You can do it! You got a solid 182 left 🙂
The Liebster (German for beloved – awwww that’s so sweet) Award is for newbies in the Blogging business. It is to encourage these enthusiastic writers and to create awareness about all the awesome fresh blogs out there.
- Thank the blogger who nominated you
- Answer the 11 questions that the blogger gives you
- Nominate 11 blogs that you think are deserving of the award that have less than 200 followers
- Let the bloggers know you nominated them
- Give them 11 questions to answer
Thank you The Amazing Life of a Bookworm for nominating me. I am so excited to receive a nomination within a month of starting my blog. Thank you Bloggers Community for this recognition and support. It means a lot to me.
As I was walking back home today , I happened to come by a gang of guys who, in their special way, inspired me.
Initially, as they approached me from far with wild hand gestures in the air I thought somethin’ was up.I began to doubt that they were ‘hooligans’ who cared as much about other people as some used up tissue.
But when the distance closed, I realised they were a gang of physically- challenged guys.It took me five full seconds to snap out of my reviere and chagrin took over me.I watched in amazement as all of them ‘spoke’ very rapidly to each other and I noticed they were lost in their own world of silent conversations.All of them had a huge grin , and eyes that could speak for their own and in a way, the hand movements were so fluid that they could match Edward Cullens perfectness! 🙂
Being Deaf and dumb didn’t stop them from having their fair share of enjoyment and more! Maybe God gave them physical sickness and a healthy mind and but many of us who have no deformities physically, are sick-minded.
Things will be a lot more easier and happier if only some of us could turn ‘deaf’ to criticisms , and some of us could be temporarily ‘dumb’ to avoid unnecessary and heated arguments.
sigh..Wishful thinking never ceases
– posted March 9th 2011 on my facebook
This was something I wrote way back in 2010 when I believe I was going through a bout of depression. Thankfully I am past that but that was the lowest point in my life. I discovered that depression isn't the end of life and one can actually make it out of it whole and completely healed.This is for that period of my life that I cannot and will not forget. The biggest learning experience that I ever had.
There’s a huge difference between hearing your grandma tell u stories and having to read them for yourself.Though I enjoyed reading, I have missed the chance to listen to those awe-inspiring tales of princesses,magical creatures,talking animals,epic heroes or plain old family history when I was a kid.
I long for it now…
Stories are only part fictional; there is a little bit of heart and soul to every story. This is the story of how I got into a ‘Nothingness’.
I’m one of the RARE SPECIES who bought a Windows phone.
Yes. Go on…finish your mockery, bellow out loud….go on. You can get back whenever you’re done.
Done?Good. So one of the classic questions I get when I mention I own a windows phone is ‘Why?’ And it’s not a simple why, but the long-drawn, exasperated ‘Whyyyyyyyyyy ?’ With the horrified emoticon in the end.
I feel like my credibility is in the balance when such a question is posed and I’m gonna justify it here.