My favorite way to talk with any male during my early childhood was a kind of philosophical which I learned by my grandfather Mr. Chitranjan Prasad Ji. He most of the time tried to be very good with all kinds of person and always loved the educated more than anyone else. Also, he uses to give importance to any type of hard-working personalities such as carpenter, craftsman, and many other people.
In any case, his way of work was to make others happy rather than himself but he has a big house to look after in which we as kids of our father Mr. Upendra Vidyarthi, were Sweta Srivastava or Sweta Kumari and Me as Mukesh Kumar.
He uses to love us equally but when it comes to going for any stroll even to buy vegetables I use to accompany him and we use to go far-flung places by foot while chit-chatting with each other and at the times it was great to enjoy the company of others in auto-rickshaw as because that was the fastest mode of transportation at Bokaro Steel City.
Now, all I could learn from him was the way of talks where he uses to praise every person as he was into Employment Exchange and most of the people were getting jobs through him at Bokaro Steel Plant and it's unit at the Steel City.
There were few who did not get the job and for that, they also use to get frustrated but most of the time he tried to give the job to many of the people by overlooking any particular diplomacy such as any caste, creed, regionalism and state-wise demarcation.
This made the city a truly cosmopolitan city and people from all kinds of language or ethnic background got the job and at times few of his friends use to visit our home. Now, all I could learn is his way of behavior of praising everyone and this made me feel jealous and I use to cry before any age kids when they use to recite poems and all I could sing was "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".
So, once I started staying with my father and mother at a different house as the family was becoming big I also took the same sort of wordings where I use to praise every male even before their female counterparts.
My only words were Uncle aap bahut ache hai..which made them feel happy but once I grew up in life when it comes to understanding the female psyche I was unaware that praising a male before her woman makes him nasty and he gets happier the most when the male alters his super-ego and shows his disliking towards the male.
But one thing I could not understand that making such thoughtful instinct about making a person feel happier before others or maybe angry does not give any respect in the eyes of both. The person on both sides either disagrees or gets venomous and it really makes me at times confused that when there is no such advantage over finding any weak thoughts into each other then why all the attributes about "Peace of Mind" as an adage is used in life.
When we are ready to take at least a revenge in the form of biting each other's ear then what is the advantage of making each other being cornered gives us a sort of happiness. Once said and done all those who must have reached the height in life which they have got only because of compassionate ways whether into a job or into any other prospects in life still consider themselves to be on top.
All those who could have given them fair enough chance to get ahead in life still try to reach at a place somewhere near to you and then cook half baked stories to show their supremacy which just shows their foolishness and the worst thing is that their super-ego does not allow them to consider others above themselves but they always try to disguise it in the name of their nearest friend so that the blame should not directly become a part of their life.
In this way, one could say that not only male but female also put all their efforts to make the other person feel lowly and down but somewhere down the line their instinct to shed off the crocodile tears could be understood only by those who truly understand the meaning of love and do all kinds of sacrifices to reach for the love which could make them happiest forever!
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