What do you mean when you
say, "I respect you?" Go ahead take 10 seconds; you admire one's
qualities, skills, achievements, and then you have the due regards for their
feelings. Do you actually care what other people think about you, unless
or until they meet you face to face? Maybe sometimes or maybe never. But
at any given time you would tell a complete stranger that you respect
them. Why? In order to get their attention and put a thought in their mind that
you were the bigger person or first one to acknowledge their skills or whatever
you liked about them and thinking that now the second person is bound to
respect you back as a social obligation. I am not talking about all of you but
"some" of you. Maybe one of you, the one who seeks respect, as if it
is an office lunch on the daily basis without which you will collapse on your
way to home. This seven letter word "RESPECT" is the hardest
thing to achieve in this world. You can’t buy it, neither can you steal it,
moreover, sometimes you won’t even realize that you have it already...
respect. But people who seek it, demand it, have a serious brain
condition, some even call it ADHD—Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and
other personality disorders. It is okay if someone respects you; it is also okay
if that very person disrespects you; what is not okay is your desire to be
respected by that very particular person. My friend, life is too short for
figuring out how many people respect you, it is all about why do they respect
you, and if you know the reason please maintain that quality in you because you
are inspiring others for that very quality now and people would love to adopt
that quality. And at the last, I would just say pay respect with actions, not
with words.
The Storm in the Silence “Your medicine, which disappeared at City-cure, is in Dinshaw,” Aarti read the message repeatedly. She was overjoyed. She understood what he referred to. “I am coming there immediately,” she called him on a cell phone. “No,” he replied, “If the police recognize you here then God forbid they might put him in some other hospital.” “Then what should she do?” She glanced at ward forty-two. The door was still closed. Aarti endures the storm in silence, she sustains the attacks on her with courage, she maneuvers her moves cleverly. She defies the odds. She also fires back without worrying about any blizzard which surrounds her. Her cries don’t pin her down; her tears don’t make her prosaic. She takes the charge in her own hands when she finds the world of men, including her loved ones, drawing battle lines for her. But she refuses to throw down the gauntlet. Like a warrior woman, she outclasses her adversaries with characteristic astuteness u...
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