Zara Socho

Imagine a scenario, where your worked for a client presentation. On the D-day the presentation goes very well, and the client is really happy with you. So happy that infront of other board members he gives you a tip of Rs.500 saying he loved your presentation. Your reaction???? How will you react?

Well if can take the liberty of speaking on behalf of most of us, i will feel isnsulted. Coz wat we used to is appreciation coming our way in a professional manner- by an award, by appreciation mail, by promotion etc. Not by handing over a TIP!!!
We do our job like a professional and expect same amount of professionalism from others., and by giving a tip we feel insulted

If we all agree to the above view, then why many of us land up giving tips to artists and in the process unknowingly insulting the artist??
Incase people are wondering where has this come from? here is the background-
I went to a grand resturant for dinner with family. Here there was a group of musician playing instuments like- sitar, tabla, and santoor. No doubt they were awesome, they just put life in the quite environment., They were so good that no one was talking all were peacefully enjoying the music. All was fine..until one mad man took my attention, where he just stood up n slipped a 500 ko note to the group. He was crazy, i cant forget the expression on the lead musicians face. He was by no way pleased to have the tip, he was annoyed.

This is wat triggered this post.
Why cant we respect people for their jobs, why do we have to neccesarily have to give a tip to show our praise. People might feel great with the thought of helping them by extending monetary help , but please do realise in the process you land up hurting poor man's sentiments.
These musicians etc are employeed with the hotel, they get their salaries. Why do we have to give them a tip??
I am sure their must be a different school of thought to my opinion as well, but my dear friends this is wat i feel. And I wish , that ugly man some days gets tip from his boss, so that he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Why?? and when??

There is so much running in my mind, that I don’t really know what to do? It’s been a long time, I had a sound sleep. People ask me , am I sad?? But my question is, is not being happy the only reason for not being at peace? There is a constant fight going on inside, fight of thoughts, fight of views. These internal fights are amazing , as you never seem to have the privilege of victory.
I wish I could speak my heart out to someone, but I feel it will not make sense. I feel I should write it down , but again am not able to hold myself for long doing it. I sincerely want to do so much, but just cant. People say thought is important, how come in actual life actions become more important than thought??

I can spend hours thinking about life, but can life spend a minute thinking about me????