Fiddling the violin of studentship for decades long, I can key
out a thing that each and everyone of us confront oft in their “sweet” times
of being a learner. COMPLAINTS! Knotty
encounters are the most spoken after the story of a lad who twinned Casanova de
Seingaltc. Casanova...who can beat that? Anyway it’s a moot fitting to this post so don’t
muse too much about it... or shall I say “Casanova”?
Back on complaints! We send a lot of complaints up there, at
the side, everywhere we can, don’t we? In those “whys”, “hows” and those words
that can blow up your grandmother’s healthy speakers! The Fs and Ss and Bs just
don’t get tired as you throw them out your mouth nonstop. Yet they don’t
complain!( Like I know)
What are in these complaints or perhaps a bleak cry for help
that featherbeds us to the extent of a life long addiction ? We tack ourselves onto them so badly at all
stages, prior doing, during periods and not forgetting the moot after task complaints! What are we? Sedatephobics
who can’t bear silence? Please prove me wrong.
A confession still.Though I’m ardently dedicating myself to
create a post on this, little can I deny if complaints were a bandwagon I would
be the freaking leader! I pop out the mother, father, children, a family of
complaints every day. Sorry but point-blank the number of complaints shelved by
me can’t beat any mighty statistics! Its a critical notion indeed but you won’t
regret trusting me on this. So I’m eventually forking out and delivering this
post to those on the same boat as mommy here.
we go this crazy complaining... |
totally!!! |
To complain, To satisfy:
Permission GRANTED!
Renuka G
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