Some television star kids ...i really love them ...
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
FIRST TO IMPRESS or DEPRESS ?!?
One observation that makes me pen down something like this:
Everyone is quick to pass on a judgment on another, they might have just met…
Infact why blame them ? Philosophers itself have preached it as
FIRST IMPRESSION IS THE LAST IMPRESSION..
So are those who are perceiving or the ones who are making the impression taking this or saying this too seriously?
The first time I met this man..i was super impressed, by the way he looked to the way he spoke to the way he treated me or anyone around….
I even ranted about him to the closest people .For me if I looked at marriage ..id marry a guy like him ,quite seriously
Then I met a woman. The first time I saw her ,thought she was a bitch …loud , brazen and acted like the place we were at was all so tacky and down market…
I failed to see beyond that, for the following few days of meeting her, because probably what played on my mind was that first impressions are to be last impressions.
These were just two people im talking about but there is a whole lot of population that is being judged every other day by a lot of people, without even giving them a chance to justify or show their real self . Words about them are passed around “without verification”….
From the write up until now ,it could be anyone’s guess that what I thought of the particular mentioned guys was completely the opposite…
It is a possibility that I may be a wrong judge of people. But Id also just like to say that “we really and seriously need to learn to give people around us a second chance”….
Some people are not as rude as they appear, or sweet as they appear or professional as they appear….
One of my friends appears to be horrible, like literally. He has the scariest voice, a body language with immense attitude. He even appears insensitive when it comes to expressing his emotions. If u fell he’d laugh rather than help or if u felt hurt about something he’d NEVER EVER pacify .He also is brutally honest and in your face which makes one wonder if he had a heart at all?
Insensitive, shameless selfish were his first names I thought, but eventually realised his true self was something else and one needs to put efforts to understand him because he just NEVER EXPRESSED…..the truth is he is the most sensitive and caring person iv ever met…
How can one forget the never ending comparison of a Betty and a Veronica….
Whoever said a simply dressed girl was simple and sweet and caring and most importantly homely…BULL to the reverse infact that A veronica category or rather girls dressed fashionably are assumed to not know kitchen management or not be caring towards their spouse or more so are assumed to be loaded with attitude and be mean girls..
Well I went by what the world said and again when I gave those girls a chance ,discovered that a few simple dressed girls were always gossiping and bitching ,while the babe kinds were actually, quite sensitive. And yes some of them also knew to cook also…
Well again cant generalize…but all ive learnt is to stop judging and start making an effort to understand the real people behind these garbs…
If not understand atleast be patient and stop spreading any word (wrong or right) about a person …atleast until it is confirmed to you yourself!
Best is to take people as they come and keep your head non calculative….
Iv tried it and it succeeds in adding happy moments to your life.
But yes you need to adapt to one of the monkeys among the three who keeps their ears shut and don’t listen to much chatter around them.
Monday, December 7, 2009
I hate chors?
I saw him run hither tither.. There was a certain intimidating intensity to his actions. Ignoring him? !... was impossible !
He looked a little demented ..his eyes had become orange and he looked creepily desperate trying to look for something that could never be found, probably because it never existed --;or did it ?!.
It was quite a crowded ladies compartment in the western railway towards Chruchgate.This guy-lean brown skinned with his huge eyes sticking out on his face had seemed to have caught everyones attention there with his actions.
He kept mumbling to himself about a lost cover of money and kept looking into his shimmi cover thinking of the probability that it may have torn from below,,but none of that had happened and so he kept repeating that there was around 960 bucks that was now gone...
The women were frenzied in the compartment ,as he incessantly kept peeping into his humble shimmi cover carrying small chivda packets and alternatively peeked below seats and at the feet of women sitting and standing, all across the compartment. He was at this for atleast 15 mins now, till some women responded ...
Women could be hit at the correct sentimental spot isnt it ?!...
They asked him to check whether his bag had a hole or whether the packet he was looking for was in his bag itself..he sat on the gangway ...all eyes on him, he turned his shimmi cover upside down and made all his chivda packets fall out ..but his so called packet of money was'nt there..
Like that idea hadnt striked him earliers. All of a sudden his eyes became red from orange now and he cover his face with his palm in desperation and seemed like would cry bitterly,,,his voice was teary and desperate, ...
But in all this, I unusually felt disconnected ,scared and angry at those actions of his.
So even as he continued his crazy searching drive yet again, the moment he neared my area and looked around my feet area..i froze ..I quickly hid mycell phone deep in my bag even as it vibrated and held my bag as tight as I could.
By then a few women had been hit hard by his actions and in all emotional sentiment went upto him and handed over a hundred rupee note. my inner being said: LO! what dimwits was'nt that what he may have been waiting for...
But then I came back to the thought that maybe he really lost stuff and that this was much needed help.
That was it....The lady blinded by emotion asked him to stop his weeping and gave him a 100 bucks. He still continued worriedly to look around ,didnt look into anyones eyes and kept his play acted insane weep on, till the lady begged him to take the money. Suddenly he stopped and very hesitantly took the note. He still continued looking around and then alighted in the next platform that came by. Thats when the other women who were only witnessing all the action ,but not ignoring him ,spoke to the woman. they told her that she was stupid to give him the money as many had suspected him to have acted all that while just for this. One thing to be noticed was that he didnt feel like alighting the train even as his act lasted 3 stations almost.! Also Would the guy dare to do such a thing in the general compt among men...?
How much ever the woman who lent or I may like to believe that there was even a little genuinity to his action and teary eyes (less teary and more feiry)...its really scary to see various new ways adopted by chors to get through a living..I hate chors!
He looked a little demented ..his eyes had become orange and he looked creepily desperate trying to look for something that could never be found, probably because it never existed --;or did it ?!.
It was quite a crowded ladies compartment in the western railway towards Chruchgate.This guy-lean brown skinned with his huge eyes sticking out on his face had seemed to have caught everyones attention there with his actions.
He kept mumbling to himself about a lost cover of money and kept looking into his shimmi cover thinking of the probability that it may have torn from below,,but none of that had happened and so he kept repeating that there was around 960 bucks that was now gone...
The women were frenzied in the compartment ,as he incessantly kept peeping into his humble shimmi cover carrying small chivda packets and alternatively peeked below seats and at the feet of women sitting and standing, all across the compartment. He was at this for atleast 15 mins now, till some women responded ...
Women could be hit at the correct sentimental spot isnt it ?!...
They asked him to check whether his bag had a hole or whether the packet he was looking for was in his bag itself..he sat on the gangway ...all eyes on him, he turned his shimmi cover upside down and made all his chivda packets fall out ..but his so called packet of money was'nt there..
Like that idea hadnt striked him earliers. All of a sudden his eyes became red from orange now and he cover his face with his palm in desperation and seemed like would cry bitterly,,,his voice was teary and desperate, ...
But in all this, I unusually felt disconnected ,scared and angry at those actions of his.
So even as he continued his crazy searching drive yet again, the moment he neared my area and looked around my feet area..i froze ..I quickly hid mycell phone deep in my bag even as it vibrated and held my bag as tight as I could.
By then a few women had been hit hard by his actions and in all emotional sentiment went upto him and handed over a hundred rupee note. my inner being said: LO! what dimwits was'nt that what he may have been waiting for...
But then I came back to the thought that maybe he really lost stuff and that this was much needed help.
That was it....The lady blinded by emotion asked him to stop his weeping and gave him a 100 bucks. He still continued worriedly to look around ,didnt look into anyones eyes and kept his play acted insane weep on, till the lady begged him to take the money. Suddenly he stopped and very hesitantly took the note. He still continued looking around and then alighted in the next platform that came by. Thats when the other women who were only witnessing all the action ,but not ignoring him ,spoke to the woman. they told her that she was stupid to give him the money as many had suspected him to have acted all that while just for this. One thing to be noticed was that he didnt feel like alighting the train even as his act lasted 3 stations almost.! Also Would the guy dare to do such a thing in the general compt among men...?
How much ever the woman who lent or I may like to believe that there was even a little genuinity to his action and teary eyes (less teary and more feiry)...its really scary to see various new ways adopted by chors to get through a living..I hate chors!
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