Wifey says I have no manners. I, an Indian to the last cell of my body, retort and tell her that I shouldn’t have to thank my friends. Between friends, there is No Sorry, No Thank You! Hain ji?
But she insists that if I continued following that philosophy, I’ll soon be rendered friendless. I disagree. Mom has been doing rather well, and she’s a strong believer of the No-Sorry-No-Thank-You philosophy. In all the years I’ve known my mom, I’ve never seen her say Thank You nor Sorry to anyone. (Of course, she expects others to pick up the slack.) And yet, she’s been surviving and flourishing – and nobody has ever said anything bad about her to her.
“So you want to be like her?” she asked me yesterday. The question hit me like a bolt from blue.
“No, never!” I spluttered. I splutter when I am angry and confused – both at the same time (as the readers of the May-June issue of the QSM magazine already know.)
“Then learn to be nice to your friends. When they do something nice for you, thank them.”
So here I am, thanking my blogger friends for following the QSM blog. Thank you for inspiring me.
As this is where I’d be posting more regularly, I request the followers of my wordpress blog to follow this blog.