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Appreciations are hard to come and maybe that’s the reason why we crave for it. Trust me; people who say that they don’t like to be appreciated belong to a different planet. It’s just that we all want to be appreciated in different ways. Some like in cash and most in kind.
“Why do women spend so much time in trying to look good?” was a question asked to me recently. The only answer I could muster was for appreciation. Life would be so boring if you dress up best and there is nobody to even give you a second glance. Admit it, it feels good. Some of us are shy of handling compliments (like yours truly) and dread a direct comment. While most women love to be floored with compliments, irrespective of age. Ask your partner whom you quiz frequently with the trickiest question, “Do I look fat in this outfit?” And all he says is, “Well! Darling offcourse not you are just a little healthy.” Poor guy! He must be dreading the moment of truth more than you.
Even men are not immune to appreciation. They desire compliments not any less. Be it in the form of cash, a raise. Or a casual compliment about their dressing and style. Shower it and you’ll get your way out. Like each time, my Maa wants Dad to cook all she says is, “You are such a great cook. I can never match your skills and I am missing your cooking.” Her man just jumps from his seat and gets to the kitchen. Men take equal care of their dressing, atleast some I know. Women need to know to appreciate this effort because if you’ve picked up this art then you’re life could be a roller coaster. Sure shot hit to melt all hearts from bosses to boyfriends. Try it but make it very subtle.
Lately got an appreciation for my slogging at work in cash. And boy, delighted I was! All the head-breaking exercises faded in my memory. My memory took me to my childhood days when I had no fear of “what people would say”. My grandpa would command me to dance on his antique filmy numbers and off I would go. Hours of dancing in front of an equally antique audience who had no entertainment in life apart from watching my non-artistic dance steps which could put Shaimak Davar to shame. But those days of innocence, I knew no worldly ways. I danced and danced till they couldn’t watch anymore and I would only stop with the resonating sounds of claps (maybe telling me to stop else their heads would explode). I gleefully stopped thinking the reverse. Ready to begin again before somebody would say, “You must be tired so go and take rest”.
Strange, what all we do to get appreciated! Do share if you have some equally embarrassing incidents to tell.



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