Appreciation and Positive politics!

Okay! This is not something to do with principles of management. May be it is! I don't know. May be it's a little psychology, mere perception or a total myth. May be it's personal because it relates more to my behavior, rather my character. How well do we handle personal appreciation? A few gladly accepts them. A few cherishes them but pretends. A few underplay them. A few suspect and raise their eyebrows. A very few counter them diplomatically.

I am fine with all of it. I am not really worried about how people react to to good words. As long as they acknowledge it one way or the other I am glad. But there is a little curiosity in what people really feel when someone appreciates them. Most of the people around me including myself haven't got the maturity to handle appreciation. Rather we aren't sure how to react or respond.

I am very expressive. I argue a lot. I love talking. My vocabulary has got a lot in it that's not usual. I may sound a bit odd but I believe I am mostly sensible. I chide and appreciate wholeheartedly and I can do both to the same person at the same time. After all everyone has their share of good and bad and most importantly what I like in them and don't.

This becomes extremely challenging in the work atmosphere. People tend to perceive appreciation in a different manner. It's viewed as sheer politics when I appreciate someone's talent, the only reason being they are superiors to me. Assuming that it's quite normal for people from such a heirarchial culture and business ethics to view it that way, what's more surprising is that even colleagues of my cadre and my sub-ordinates tend to get suspicious when I appreciate them. The best part being, I gain nothing out of it.

I don't bother to prove that I am being genuine in my comments whenever I appreciate someone. Coz, people who understand can never complain and people who complain will never understand. But it irks and sometimes irritates when people fail to handle and acknowledge appreciation in the right way and pretend as if they didn't rejoice it. It just leaves me with three questions.

1) Aren't people sure about themselves and their traits?

2) Are people so dumb to differentiate a false appreciation from a genuine one? or Are they just being pretentious?

3) If 1 and 2 are true, do such people really deserve an appreciation? :-)

I don't know if I should really supress my desire to express my thoughts. What can help? Your thoughts? :-)

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What To Name it?

It's 07:30 PM Friday Night. Rain played a spoil sport... So no cricket today. I am skipping dinner too. I don't feel like eating. I am not in a mood to write. But something is pushing me...

There had been times when I was obsessed with browsing. That was when I had a dial up connection at home and Internet access was restricted. Mom was trying hard to save money on phone bills. 54Mbps has made a huge difference. I don't care to browse anymore. There had been times when I used to fight with my brother on a packet of lays. The classic lays family pack on the top of the refrigerator at my home is already heading towards expiry. There had been times when I used to steal few cashews that mom used keep in a safe place at home. She would have bought it for some upcoming festival. I have half a kg of cashew lying untouched for months in my kitchen shelf now.

Does it convey something?

To me it does. When things are rare, they become special. When things open to abundant access, they fail to attract. Rather I don't care. Linking this back to the management principle, if there is too much demand, the value goes up. Quality is secondary. If the supply is huge, the value goes down. Again Quality becomes secondary.

When a product opens up to a huge demand, there is this initial craze. The value goes up. The excited producers produce more dreaming of larger profits. As the seasons swing, the craze dies down. The value goes down. Finally the producers go down. Premier Padmini of early 90s and LML Vespa are wonderful examples. Don't forget to consider the competitors around. They are significant in the product life cycle. In most cases they made the others fall. And their fall is inevitable too. Unless they upgrade, strategize and stay fit.

I have always compared this to relationships. When love and care is available in abundance, they get noticed initially. People go gaga over the relationship. After a while, the respect dies down. Again please owe this to the competitors with better strategy around. :-)

But if you closely notice, my dad and mom have always loved me with abundance. And some thickest friends too. 25 years and still going strong. Like the "New Britania" and the "new Colgate". :-) Though they were shadowed by glossy competitors at times, they have never died. The glossy competitors did.

I am not driving towards any valuable conclusion. In this column I have just decided to pen down my flow of thoughts.

Materialism and materialistic relationships die. Rather they get replaced. Now please don't argue that Britania and Colgate are a part of materialistic life too. :-) Just listen or quit!

The impact my past relationships had on me were significant.

I don't care to bother if something slips. As long as my family and friends stay, I stay.

There had been testing times. There are testing times and there will be testing times. I just say to myself "This too shall pass" (இதுவும் கடந்து போகும்)

Telling this had been easier. Making it happen was a challenge. But not anymore. When few things broke, there had been times

I didn't know the reason

and then

I didn't want to know the reason

and then

I never knew the reason :-)

In business "Reasons" never count, Only "Results" does!

PS: My first blog without a draft, without a reference to a dictionary and without a pause to think.