Real Life Lessons 3: Why “Thank you” is awesome!

“Thank you” is probably one of the best phrases, ever! It is a blessing to humanity, here’s why:

1. You can diffuse any difficult situation with a “Thank you” and walk away, triumphant.

2. You can say “thank you” as many times as you want. If you say sorry too often, people will say stop apologizing so much. But have you ever heard anyone say “stop thanking me”? I rest my case.

3. It takes only a second to say and can mean so much to the person you’re saying it to. Like a person who has been thanked often to a person who has never been thanked, everyone appreciates gratitude.

4. You can double it with a smile and you could either be sarcastic or be genuine. No one will know.

5. Saying “thank you” does nothing to diminish your ego. If you have to say sorry to someone when you know it’s their fault, it hurts our ego. But saying thank you does not indicate anything. It only shows that you’re grateful and ends up making you look like the bigger person.

6. You can say it sarcastically and no one will take offense.

7. You can say the same two words either formally or informally. Isn’t that something?

So thank you for taking time to read this bit! 🙂


Nightmares of the orderly

Walking into the room, she drew in a sharp gasp. To say it was messy, would be an understatement.
Clothes strewn about, left over food lying uncovered; she was too afraid to breathe as the concoction of smells stung her eyes. Trying to make place to sit, she moved a few clothes what looked like a sofa and felt it. The dampness that went with the looming feeling of the room.Untidy wastepaper basket
She quickly dug into her purse for the sanitizer. Having restored her sanity, she looked up.
Her eyes opened wide with terror as she saw damp clothes crawling across the floor and laying themselves haphazardly all over the room. She stifled her horrified screams as she saw soiled socks curling up into crumpled balls and creeping into the farthest corners of the room. Books came flying off the shelves and threw themselves open wide and face down on the first thing they could find. The CDs slid out of their cases and danced their way into other CD cases. Chilled glasses strode out of the refrigerator and placed themselves on the coffee table. Without costers.
Overcome with grief and horror, she screamed herself awake. Relieved it was a dream, she drew in a deep breath. Her eyes burned. As she readjusted herself to the surroundings, she looked around and realized what she had been lying on. A mound of clothes, damp and smelly. She lost consciousness. Again.

Tall Demands.

At 5’3″ and a half (yes, that half is very important), you’d think I’ll be content with my height. But if you spend half as much time as I do with the kids in school you’d empathize. Children these days seem to grow like Jack’s beanstalk. With a bunch of them standing around me I find myself lost in the midst of tall trees dressed in school uniforms. Needless to say, I don’t step out of my room during recess.
In my first week of work I remember I had arranged for a session with an 8th grade class. I still remember exactly how the first few minutes of that session went. I entered the class extremely confident. And as soon as I did, everyone in class stood up to greet me. That is when my confidence shook a bit. Your’s would too if you couldn’t see past the first bench. Quickly I asked them to be seated. In the pretext of keeping my stuff away I turned away and took a deep breath. The session went quite well, thankfully. (I didn’t ask them to stand again.) After that I kinda got used to it; really tall kids crowding me in the hallway or in classrooms.
But then I started to wear wedges that were not just comfortable, they also helped elevate my self-esteem. Of course, its all in my head. But if that helps my confidence, then why not. A few inches of extra height never hurt anyone.
A year and a half into working here and I find that its not just my students that make me feel really small. A lot of people that I have come know and care about, too are really tall. It kinda makes it easier to not be bothered by their height. I mean, sure they are really tall and I’d look small even if I wore pumps. But it doesn’t really matter when you are comfortable with yourself and with them too.
I’m sure none of these people care about my height. Tiny insecurities like these tend to make their way into our oh-so-brilliant minds and have us obsessed with them. But it is alright to feel insecure once in a while. But accepting yourself just the way you are is the first step in others accepting you. Acceptance starts from within.

Silent Screams

TV is on full volume. Speakers blaring with music. Phone ringing. People all around talking in loud volumes. She sat silently there. Her lips uttered no words. But her eyes screamed in pain. Her silent screams went unheard in a roomful of people. She sat frozen in her spot. Hope seemed bleak and all faith lost. Her heart beat faster than a racecar. Beads of sweat lined her face. Her hands trembled weakly. But not a word she said.

She looked for her mother. When spotted, her mother was surrounded by a group of people talking and she was laughing. She looked happy and so beautiful. Breathing out in disappointment, she sat still. She felt pain in places she didn’t know existed in her body. She didn’t know what happened. She wanted to run, to shout, and to cry out! But fright and fear held her back. Surrounded by her near and dear ones, she had never felt so exhausted with fear. 7 years old, she felt like the woman inside her tiny body was awakened before time. A woman trapped in a little girl’s body, she was terrified and alone. Darkness dawned on her as her weary eyes closed in exhausted sleep.