After the super success of Main HARAMKHOR, it’s time for me to talk more about “HARAMKHORI” AND THIS TIME, I will talk about CORPORATE HARAMKHORI. And, I am dead sure, all of you sometime in you life must have done such haramkhori. And, it’s true that Corporate HARAMKHORI is a part of Corporate Politics which I learnt in my first organization, thanks to my colleagues!! I dedicate this song to all you people who are proud to have done Corporate Haramkhori in their life…
“Kabhi Dagabaaz, Kabhi Qatil, Kabhi Chor,
Mere Yaar, Sab ke Sab Haramkhor!!!”
Fresh out of MBA college, I indeed had no idea of what organization culture is, how things works out, team dynamics etc. etc…and being with HSBC, I tried my best to create a good image of myself!! But, then destiny had its own plans. During Durga Puja, I had to go home and needed a leave for 7 days, that’s one time of the year when my entire family gathers. So, when I approached my manager for a leave, he said ” Ashutosh, you are on probation for 6 months and as per the company policy, you cannot take leave..so, sorry!!” But then, I am one among those who belives in breaking the rules and policies. Bhagwaan Krishna ne toh nahin, lekin kisine toh kaha hai, “Agar ghee sidhi ungli se naa nikle, ungli tedhi karo”. And, BANG comes the IDEA!!! And, remember, ek IDEA aapki zindagi badal sakti hai…
I approached my manager and then the conversation began…
HARAMKHOR Ashutosh: Pushkar, I need a leave as I am getting engaged….
Pushkar: What?? A 22 year old guy fresh out of college not even settled in his life getting engaged???
HARAMKHOR Ashutosh: Yes, you know it’s a LOVE Marriage actually and the girl’s parents are adamant to get me engaged with their daughter
Pushkar: Why, don’t they trust you??
HARAMKHOR Ashutosh: They do, it’s just that, it’s a good time, Durga Puja and my wife completing her MBBS degree..so…
Pushkar: Ohh wow, so, your would-be is a doctor??? What’s her name??
HARAMKHOR Ashutosh: Err…ROSALIN (who actually is my sister’s best friend, who is a doctor, already married and 4 months pregnant) :)
Pushkar: Best of luck!! Leave GRANTED…..
So, you see, yeh jhooth bolne wali baat hamesha kaam kar jaati hai!! And, trust me, when Rosalin actually heard my story, she had mixed reactions, more than anything, she was happy for me. Now, the biggest question, now that I am engaged, where’s the RING???
And, my father said me, “Don’t you worry son, here is your Engagement RING”
HARAM KHOR Papu( that’s my nick name): Baba, are you out of your mind. This is some gold ring related to astrology, with a big green colour EMERALD. It doesn’t even look close to an engagement ring
Papa: Did I say you to lie?? If you lied once, I am sure you can lie again…BEST OF LUCK
Back in Office
Pushkar: Congratz!! Ashutosh…where are the sweets??
HARAMKHOR Ashutosh: At my desk..will distribute soon
Pushkar: Ohh, i can see something dazzling on your finger
HARAMKHOR Ashutosh:Oh yeah, that’s my Engagement Ring..
Pushkar (shocked): Is that your Engagement Ring??
HARAMKHOR Ashutosh: Yeah, Pushkar, bad luck you see. My astrologer said there are some problems in my Kundali and all because of which my marriage cannot happen within 2 years, so he suggested me this emerald ring to wear it on the same finger where I was wearing my engagement ring..and, you cannot wear two rings in one finger. I had to take out my engagement ring…
Pushkar: That’s sad.. anyway, congratulations again!!
So, you see, Corporate HARAMKHORI work wonders!! Time and again, destiny challenged me, made me hone my haramkhori skills, especially HR Interviews where I lie so nicely that HR actually becomes my fan!! Typical haramkhori answers are like….
1. Where do you see yourself 5 years from now??
HARAMKHOR Ashutosh: Definitely, in your organization in a senior management position. I think I would be able to contribute a lot to your organization with my past experiences and the learning I will have in your organization
(Actual Answer: Will you be able to tolerate me for 5 years??)
2. Why do you want to leave your current job??
HARAMKHOR Ashutosh: I have always loved my current organization because of the challenges I faced here and the things I learnt. But, down the line, I see your organization as a stepping stone for my career path and I am sure I would be able to make a difference since the job profile and my expertise resembles a lot and being the creative person I am, I think, I will just not be a regular employee but a value addition to your organization!!
(Actual Answer: Man, your organization is ready to pay me, big brand, what do I want in my life??)
So, Corporate HARAMKHORI has no substitute. It’s the skill which comes by experience. Having attended numerous interviews in my life, now, I don’t get rejected by any Interviewer because of the well prepared HARAMKHORI…
So, the next time, you think of enhancing your skills like JAVA, .NET, Business Analysis, Domain Knowledge,Communication Skills, do think of enhancing one more skill too, HARAMKHORI!!!!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Main Haramkhor
Idhar udhar, jaoon kidhar?
dagar, dagar, shehar, shehar
mache yehi shor, bas charo oar,
jo karna tha, kabhi kiya nahin
kahe sab mujhe, main “Haramkhor”
Before anyone getting offended by the title of the post, let me clarify that I have dedicated this post entirely to MYSELF :) . It’s neither a work of fiction and nothing is unintended. Everything is purely intentional. So, before I write, why I have dedicated this post to myself, I will explicitly explain the true meaning of “HARAMKHOR“. According to Urban dictionairy, “Haramkhor” is one who earns his kicks by doing what he is not supposed to be doing. And, yeah, I epitomise the terminology.
As a child, I have not done anything which I was supposed to do, but still managed to be the cynosure of everyone’s eyes. Well, I will not write an autobiography here, but will highlight a few instances from “HERE and THERE” of my life. I remember, during my graduation, when I was struggling to be a JACK of ALL TRADES, enrolled myself into G-NIIT, B.SC Chemistry, BCA, IGNOU and last but not the least, was preparing for CAT. And, like Darsheel Safary of Taare Zameen Par (poor kid) :) , my day used to start at morning 5:30 and with my Kinetic Honda, I used to run from one class to another( NIIT to College, from College to IMS, again from IMS TO IGNOU). And, one thing which was a PAIN IN THE A** (PITA) was my Chemistry practical classes which used to start at afternoon 2 and end at evening 6. I still didn’t understand why the people used to be so happy when they see precipitate at the bottom of a test tube or see the litmus paper turn blue to red. So, to avoid those PITAs, I knowingly enter the practical classes without APRON and happily face the wrath of my Chemistry Lab Professor, who used to say “GET OUT, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO ENTER PRACTICAL CLASSES WITHOUT APRON“, poor, Chemistry teacher, little did he knew, I used to bunk his atrocious chemistry lectures and prepare for my MBA :) And, then, after few classes, my Chemsitry professor came to know my intentions and started allowing me to to do practicals without apron. But, taking the legacy of “HARAMKHORI” ahead, I always used to complete my practical sessions within 1-2 hrs, hehe. If the precipitate has to be yellow, go to the bathroom, one drop of pee, and BANG, precipitate turns YELLOW :) and if sometimes, the solution has to turn blue, green, maroon, I had with me other solutions in the form of variety of INK Pens, hoohahaahaaa :) Haramkhori, indeed!!!
And then, during my MBA, well, I was always a great speaker. And, making PPTs used to be the most pathetic job, till now, I hate preparing PPTs. Anyway, I always used to motivate my team members to make those PPTs, and me in turn presenting it infront of the Professors, since most of my classmates feared giving presentations. Poor they, whole night, they do all the hard work, and I go ahead with all the accolades in the morning with my mind-blowing presentations!! Not only I managed to be in the limelight for my presentations but also for screwing my classmates too. I was the one who used to ask the most difficult questions pertaining to the topic of their presentations. In fact, just 1 hour before my classmates presentation, I go to Library, search on the topic, prepare some good 2-3 tough questions, ask them, make them score low and then I used to get those brownie points. My professor used to be very impressed with my “so-called intelligent questions“. At the end of every presentation, he used to ask, “So, Ashutosh, do you have any question to ask?”, LOL :) Is chakkar main kabhi kabhi dost, treat bhi de dete the, my friends used to say, “Ashu you can do anything with us, take treat, but please don’t ask questions”.
Even if Lord Krishna has not said anything, but, GURU ASHU believes in “VATS, HARAMKHORI karo when it can do good to yourself without harming others”.
dagar, dagar, shehar, shehar
mache yehi shor, bas charo oar,
jo karna tha, kabhi kiya nahin
kahe sab mujhe, main “Haramkhor”
Before anyone getting offended by the title of the post, let me clarify that I have dedicated this post entirely to MYSELF :) . It’s neither a work of fiction and nothing is unintended. Everything is purely intentional. So, before I write, why I have dedicated this post to myself, I will explicitly explain the true meaning of “HARAMKHOR“. According to Urban dictionairy, “Haramkhor” is one who earns his kicks by doing what he is not supposed to be doing. And, yeah, I epitomise the terminology.
As a child, I have not done anything which I was supposed to do, but still managed to be the cynosure of everyone’s eyes. Well, I will not write an autobiography here, but will highlight a few instances from “HERE and THERE” of my life. I remember, during my graduation, when I was struggling to be a JACK of ALL TRADES, enrolled myself into G-NIIT, B.SC Chemistry, BCA, IGNOU and last but not the least, was preparing for CAT. And, like Darsheel Safary of Taare Zameen Par (poor kid) :) , my day used to start at morning 5:30 and with my Kinetic Honda, I used to run from one class to another( NIIT to College, from College to IMS, again from IMS TO IGNOU). And, one thing which was a PAIN IN THE A** (PITA) was my Chemistry practical classes which used to start at afternoon 2 and end at evening 6. I still didn’t understand why the people used to be so happy when they see precipitate at the bottom of a test tube or see the litmus paper turn blue to red. So, to avoid those PITAs, I knowingly enter the practical classes without APRON and happily face the wrath of my Chemistry Lab Professor, who used to say “GET OUT, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO ENTER PRACTICAL CLASSES WITHOUT APRON“, poor, Chemistry teacher, little did he knew, I used to bunk his atrocious chemistry lectures and prepare for my MBA :) And, then, after few classes, my Chemsitry professor came to know my intentions and started allowing me to to do practicals without apron. But, taking the legacy of “HARAMKHORI” ahead, I always used to complete my practical sessions within 1-2 hrs, hehe. If the precipitate has to be yellow, go to the bathroom, one drop of pee, and BANG, precipitate turns YELLOW :) and if sometimes, the solution has to turn blue, green, maroon, I had with me other solutions in the form of variety of INK Pens, hoohahaahaaa :) Haramkhori, indeed!!!
And then, during my MBA, well, I was always a great speaker. And, making PPTs used to be the most pathetic job, till now, I hate preparing PPTs. Anyway, I always used to motivate my team members to make those PPTs, and me in turn presenting it infront of the Professors, since most of my classmates feared giving presentations. Poor they, whole night, they do all the hard work, and I go ahead with all the accolades in the morning with my mind-blowing presentations!! Not only I managed to be in the limelight for my presentations but also for screwing my classmates too. I was the one who used to ask the most difficult questions pertaining to the topic of their presentations. In fact, just 1 hour before my classmates presentation, I go to Library, search on the topic, prepare some good 2-3 tough questions, ask them, make them score low and then I used to get those brownie points. My professor used to be very impressed with my “so-called intelligent questions“. At the end of every presentation, he used to ask, “So, Ashutosh, do you have any question to ask?”, LOL :) Is chakkar main kabhi kabhi dost, treat bhi de dete the, my friends used to say, “Ashu you can do anything with us, take treat, but please don’t ask questions”.
Even if Lord Krishna has not said anything, but, GURU ASHU believes in “VATS, HARAMKHORI karo when it can do good to yourself without harming others”.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
God made me in a second!!!
Priyanka Chopra once said “God must have taken a vacation to make people like Aishwarya Rai, we mortals were made in a day“, and I wonder, if Priyanka Chopra was made in a day, then, I for sure, was made in a second, may be when god was busy with batch processing of human beings :)
I neither have the looks to make people go down weak on knees nor have the intelligence which can put me in a different league of people. So, what makes me so ordinary?? Well, I have always been a man of “Averages“. I used to score average during my exams, comes from an average background, graduated my MBA from an average B-school, started my career with an average salary and after 25 years, I am still an average human being. And, there is one friend of mine who says, “There is nothing wrong in being ordinary“. Well, point taken, as its coming from another ordinary person. But then, greatness comes within. So, we mortals minus Priyanka Chopra believe that, by sheer hard work, we can be successful and be extra-ordinary. Booh, what’s hard work?? I have seen rickshaw pullers in my town pulling rickshaws for a meagre Rs 15, the kind of hard work they do or some construction workers, we can never ever imagine to do. Hey people, now, don’t tell me, it’s all about destiny since I can give enough of examples where mere hard work falls flat, ask me!!!
Now, some of you will tell me about smart work, right time, management fundas and all that, but then, as truly said by my other friend, it’s all MOH-MAYA (no these are not the names of two girls) :) Jo hai, usi main khush raho kyunki insaan apni kismat likha ke aata hai…Now, if at all I could have had the address where the destinies are written, I will run and change mine.
So, coming back to the conclusion of how it feels being a step-child of God, then, well, it feels GREAT!!! We have ample amount of time in our life to study the people whom God made during a vacation or in a day, get insipired from them, try to be like them, listen to them, see them, sometimes get jealous, sometimes be happy aur yehi karte karte saali puri zindagi nikal jaati hai and then on our death bed, we have two options either to be happy consoling ourselves that whatever we have done in our lifetime is actually GREAT or repent thinking “Wish God had made me in a day or during a vacation“….
And, if you ask me, what would I think on my death bed, well, that remains to be seen!!!!
I neither have the looks to make people go down weak on knees nor have the intelligence which can put me in a different league of people. So, what makes me so ordinary?? Well, I have always been a man of “Averages“. I used to score average during my exams, comes from an average background, graduated my MBA from an average B-school, started my career with an average salary and after 25 years, I am still an average human being. And, there is one friend of mine who says, “There is nothing wrong in being ordinary“. Well, point taken, as its coming from another ordinary person. But then, greatness comes within. So, we mortals minus Priyanka Chopra believe that, by sheer hard work, we can be successful and be extra-ordinary. Booh, what’s hard work?? I have seen rickshaw pullers in my town pulling rickshaws for a meagre Rs 15, the kind of hard work they do or some construction workers, we can never ever imagine to do. Hey people, now, don’t tell me, it’s all about destiny since I can give enough of examples where mere hard work falls flat, ask me!!!
Now, some of you will tell me about smart work, right time, management fundas and all that, but then, as truly said by my other friend, it’s all MOH-MAYA (no these are not the names of two girls) :) Jo hai, usi main khush raho kyunki insaan apni kismat likha ke aata hai…Now, if at all I could have had the address where the destinies are written, I will run and change mine.
So, coming back to the conclusion of how it feels being a step-child of God, then, well, it feels GREAT!!! We have ample amount of time in our life to study the people whom God made during a vacation or in a day, get insipired from them, try to be like them, listen to them, see them, sometimes get jealous, sometimes be happy aur yehi karte karte saali puri zindagi nikal jaati hai and then on our death bed, we have two options either to be happy consoling ourselves that whatever we have done in our lifetime is actually GREAT or repent thinking “Wish God had made me in a day or during a vacation“….
And, if you ask me, what would I think on my death bed, well, that remains to be seen!!!!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
“SMOKE” It Away…
Smoke here, smoke there, smoke everywhere, with every breath, fumes gushes out of the lips. The slender, sleek thing getting slowly burned and with that burns your desires and hopes. Its lusty, thirsty throat, dry lips seeks nothing but that one puff which quenches all your thirst. The heart beating gets faster and you are high on emotions, yeah, its that one puff which touches all your senses making you numb.
Like a fire catching the forest and gripping the vast greenery with its flames leaving a bunch of ash, this sleek sexy thing too slowly catch your soul before arresting your body and then you are handcuffed for the rest of your life yearning to take that one puff and before you realize, there is again a bunch of ashes lying on your bed with a white sheet covering it. One puff before you close your eyes at night and one puff after you wake up in the morning is more than enough to show you the path to darkness. And, yes, sometimes dark is killing and it kills with a vengeance. Whether it’s an intoxicated dark room with loud music and senseless bodies moving or a lonely room on a bed, the plot thickens and the vision gets blurred with smoke all around.
Sometimes, the astray looks like a graveyard with skeletons all around and yes souls wandering nearby to take that one puff to see the reflection of themselves in the astray. But then, no one realizes what they see, that’s the beauty of that one puff, it makes you forget the reality and what appears in front of you is a colourful illusion. An illusion powerful enough to take the soul out of your body someday. But then, who cares??
One more evening, countless emotions, pain gripping the body, and there’s one more death you want to die, every moment, every passing day. Rest your body, open the packet, take out your “life” from the packet, burn it and take that one puff and SMOKE IT AWAY….
Like a fire catching the forest and gripping the vast greenery with its flames leaving a bunch of ash, this sleek sexy thing too slowly catch your soul before arresting your body and then you are handcuffed for the rest of your life yearning to take that one puff and before you realize, there is again a bunch of ashes lying on your bed with a white sheet covering it. One puff before you close your eyes at night and one puff after you wake up in the morning is more than enough to show you the path to darkness. And, yes, sometimes dark is killing and it kills with a vengeance. Whether it’s an intoxicated dark room with loud music and senseless bodies moving or a lonely room on a bed, the plot thickens and the vision gets blurred with smoke all around.
Sometimes, the astray looks like a graveyard with skeletons all around and yes souls wandering nearby to take that one puff to see the reflection of themselves in the astray. But then, no one realizes what they see, that’s the beauty of that one puff, it makes you forget the reality and what appears in front of you is a colourful illusion. An illusion powerful enough to take the soul out of your body someday. But then, who cares??
One more evening, countless emotions, pain gripping the body, and there’s one more death you want to die, every moment, every passing day. Rest your body, open the packet, take out your “life” from the packet, burn it and take that one puff and SMOKE IT AWAY….
Monday, September 14, 2009
A Lyrical Life worth listening…
That night was different, alone in my room, away from the city crowd, dim lights and cool breeze, the night was full of promises. The night was haunting and a web of illusions in front of my eyes sometimes bringing smile on my face and sometimes tears rolling down my eyes. And, something very musical playing on my laptop…
“Mera kuchh saamaan tumhaare paas padaa hai
saawan ke kuchh bheege bheege din rakhhe hain
aur mere ik khat mein liptii raat padii hai
vo raat bujhaa do
meraa vo saamaan lautaa do ..”
Alone in my room, I had a tale to tell, tale of my life, a tale of someone whose absence in my life has made it a standstill.I feel like getting marooned in an island of loneliness. Nothing has crippled me so much as the memories of these 5 months. The sea was violent, full of energy, the moments splashing my mind and making me wet and suddenly its calm now. It’s a barren desert now and me like a wanderer looking for nectar to quench my thirst for love, tranquility and happiness. Those memories of 5 years which I always used to cherish have certainly vanished in these 5 months.
You promised me that it would just be a game of hide and seek to which I readily agreed, but then, the reality was painful. I hopelessly searching you and trying to win your heart, but by then, you had left me.And, this dark night like a witch doing some magic on me and perhaps, it’s hallucination and I can feel you near me. The night is long, really long, as I can see the images of those 5 years moving infront of me and I don’t know how to react to it. A mixed emotion and a bit of fear is gripping me tight, fear of losing the memories again, fear of the night getting ended, fear of the promise being broken by the night, fear of you again getting vanished…
Let me close my eyes and even if it’s just an illusion, let it be. I don’t want to wake up and face the ugly face of reality only to find you not besides me.Let me live a dream which is worth than a life…
“Mera kuchh saamaan tumhaare paas padaa hai
saawan ke kuchh bheege bheege din rakhhe hain
aur mere ik khat mein liptii raat padii hai
vo raat bujhaa do
meraa vo saamaan lautaa do ..”
Alone in my room, I had a tale to tell, tale of my life, a tale of someone whose absence in my life has made it a standstill.I feel like getting marooned in an island of loneliness. Nothing has crippled me so much as the memories of these 5 months. The sea was violent, full of energy, the moments splashing my mind and making me wet and suddenly its calm now. It’s a barren desert now and me like a wanderer looking for nectar to quench my thirst for love, tranquility and happiness. Those memories of 5 years which I always used to cherish have certainly vanished in these 5 months.
You promised me that it would just be a game of hide and seek to which I readily agreed, but then, the reality was painful. I hopelessly searching you and trying to win your heart, but by then, you had left me.And, this dark night like a witch doing some magic on me and perhaps, it’s hallucination and I can feel you near me. The night is long, really long, as I can see the images of those 5 years moving infront of me and I don’t know how to react to it. A mixed emotion and a bit of fear is gripping me tight, fear of losing the memories again, fear of the night getting ended, fear of the promise being broken by the night, fear of you again getting vanished…
Let me close my eyes and even if it’s just an illusion, let it be. I don’t want to wake up and face the ugly face of reality only to find you not besides me.Let me live a dream which is worth than a life…
Monday, August 10, 2009
SIN is IN and so is the SINNER….
Since childhood, there was someone or the other who kept on saying me what’s wrong and what’s right? The difference between good and bad, right and wrong,curse and blessing, sin and good deeds were thrusted on me by different sections of society. Till adolescence, I was unaware of what actually SIN is?? Continuosly being hammered by people, my mind had no option but to get moulded in a different way everytime a person filled it with some gyaan. Though the theory of going to hell and getting fired in the oil pan after committing a SIN did not appease me, but still, yes, even I was on the path of sanctity which showed me the mirror of transparency reflecting moral values, good deeds etc.
But then, gradually,the transparent picture got blurred, apparently the good people who used to talk about not committing SINs were the most notorious ones. As I grew older, my mind could visualize that every good deed was wrapped with a lie, the facts turned out to be myths, goodness gasping for life with the continuos attack of bad and what ultimately prevailed is SIN.
SIN is a shadow which paralyzes your thought process, makes you helpless and you tread an unknown direction without rhyme or reason. But then, when I was a kid unaware of anything, I was committing sin too. People around me made sure to paralyze my mind and listen to the society. I was helpless because I couldn’t take my own decisions, and whenever I tried to do that, I was punished, sometimes beaten and threatened. Yes, I was in an unknown direction of “SANCTITY” quite unaware of what sanctity is. Till 22, I did whatever I was told to do, indeed the biggest SIN of my life, but not anymore.
Now, I am above good and bad. There is nothing that I term as a “SIN”. The definition of “SIN” is relative and why do I have to always listen to society to lead a life which is entirely mine. Being in a society which is crippled, have no rights to design my ways of life. The rules of do’s and don’ts have handicapped me as a person for so long, not anymore. Yes, if the moral leaders ask me if I have committed any SIN, then my answer is “Numerous”.
SIN is IN and so is the SINNER….
But then, gradually,the transparent picture got blurred, apparently the good people who used to talk about not committing SINs were the most notorious ones. As I grew older, my mind could visualize that every good deed was wrapped with a lie, the facts turned out to be myths, goodness gasping for life with the continuos attack of bad and what ultimately prevailed is SIN.
SIN is a shadow which paralyzes your thought process, makes you helpless and you tread an unknown direction without rhyme or reason. But then, when I was a kid unaware of anything, I was committing sin too. People around me made sure to paralyze my mind and listen to the society. I was helpless because I couldn’t take my own decisions, and whenever I tried to do that, I was punished, sometimes beaten and threatened. Yes, I was in an unknown direction of “SANCTITY” quite unaware of what sanctity is. Till 22, I did whatever I was told to do, indeed the biggest SIN of my life, but not anymore.
Now, I am above good and bad. There is nothing that I term as a “SIN”. The definition of “SIN” is relative and why do I have to always listen to society to lead a life which is entirely mine. Being in a society which is crippled, have no rights to design my ways of life. The rules of do’s and don’ts have handicapped me as a person for so long, not anymore. Yes, if the moral leaders ask me if I have committed any SIN, then my answer is “Numerous”.
SIN is IN and so is the SINNER….
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Unexpectedly Expected!!!
Expectations and expectations, expectations from your family, friends, colleagues and the list go one!! Sometimes capable enough to fulfill and sometimes handicapped not even to fulfill one expectation. There are two theories to expectations:
1. I always thank one of my friends who taught me not to expect anything from anyone, not even from your dearest ones. Not everyone can fulfill your expectations, some are not able enough and some might not see any justification in fulfilling your expectations. Not expecting from anyone comes with a lot of advantages, first being, you never end up being hurt when you see your expectations falling flat on the ground and secondly sometimes comes as a surprise when someone unexpectedly fulfill your expectations. In fact, don’t expect anything from your life. The biggest reason of frustration in life is when your expectations from life don’t fulfill.
2. And, then there is another friend of mine who strongly believes “Relationship is meaningless without expectations”. If someone expects something from me and I don’t end up fulfilling it, then I am an insensitive animal who doesn’t deserve to be treated in a nice manner. Not fulfilling expectations is a sign of insensitiveness, cruelty, impolite behavior. So, if I had to be a sensitive and a respected individual, then I should treat everyone’s expectations with respect and try my level best to fulfill it.
Now, I am in a fix, which one is a better doctrine of expectation. I being an individual have my own limitations and constraints and just because I don’t fulfill someone wishes sometimes, does that mean I am insensitive?? What about my expectations and wishes?? If I have not bothered to accuse anyone of not fulfilling my expectations and wishes, why people accuse me?? I have been in a journey of success and failures, good and bad friends, best and worst moments and yes, I have complained about it and the only person to whom I complained is myself. Somewhere or the other, it’s me who have designed my own life, taken decisions which have affected my life, so why do I have to keep pointing fingers on others for the sheer pain that I undergo because of my expectations and wishes not being fulfilled. Yes, I do believe, when expectation is matter of responsibility, then you need to fulfill it but sometimes the queue gets too longer for you to fulfill it.
And no, I am not an insensitive animal for being a ruthless averter of expectations. And, yes, I am not here to prove a point to everyone, it’s the perspective of the people and everyone have their own perspective and I respect it. I have lived 25 years, almost 40% of my life and at this juncture, I need not have to shout from the top of the roof that I am justified in my actions. That’s the way I am and that’s the way I will be and if you expect me to be something else, god help you!!!
1. I always thank one of my friends who taught me not to expect anything from anyone, not even from your dearest ones. Not everyone can fulfill your expectations, some are not able enough and some might not see any justification in fulfilling your expectations. Not expecting from anyone comes with a lot of advantages, first being, you never end up being hurt when you see your expectations falling flat on the ground and secondly sometimes comes as a surprise when someone unexpectedly fulfill your expectations. In fact, don’t expect anything from your life. The biggest reason of frustration in life is when your expectations from life don’t fulfill.
2. And, then there is another friend of mine who strongly believes “Relationship is meaningless without expectations”. If someone expects something from me and I don’t end up fulfilling it, then I am an insensitive animal who doesn’t deserve to be treated in a nice manner. Not fulfilling expectations is a sign of insensitiveness, cruelty, impolite behavior. So, if I had to be a sensitive and a respected individual, then I should treat everyone’s expectations with respect and try my level best to fulfill it.
Now, I am in a fix, which one is a better doctrine of expectation. I being an individual have my own limitations and constraints and just because I don’t fulfill someone wishes sometimes, does that mean I am insensitive?? What about my expectations and wishes?? If I have not bothered to accuse anyone of not fulfilling my expectations and wishes, why people accuse me?? I have been in a journey of success and failures, good and bad friends, best and worst moments and yes, I have complained about it and the only person to whom I complained is myself. Somewhere or the other, it’s me who have designed my own life, taken decisions which have affected my life, so why do I have to keep pointing fingers on others for the sheer pain that I undergo because of my expectations and wishes not being fulfilled. Yes, I do believe, when expectation is matter of responsibility, then you need to fulfill it but sometimes the queue gets too longer for you to fulfill it.
And no, I am not an insensitive animal for being a ruthless averter of expectations. And, yes, I am not here to prove a point to everyone, it’s the perspective of the people and everyone have their own perspective and I respect it. I have lived 25 years, almost 40% of my life and at this juncture, I need not have to shout from the top of the roof that I am justified in my actions. That’s the way I am and that’s the way I will be and if you expect me to be something else, god help you!!!
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