I read it an HT Edit piece that: When a man makes a woman his wife….it is the highest compliment he can pay her. In 95% of the cases it is the last compliment. In the other 5% of cases, the last compliment is when the bags are being packed at the honeymoon location.
Some examples that have saved my ass.
“You look good in a Suit!”
Meaning, the jeans that you are wearing now is bursting at its seams.
“You have worked hard this day, why don’t you sit and let me pack.”
Meaning, your packing is pathetic, and that we will need two extra bags.
"Wow! This make-up looks good, but it hides your real beauty"
Meaning, What the Fuck! Where's the door! I'm calling the fire-engine to throw a hose at you!
"You are really very intelligent, but can I know why it really happened"
Meaning, you are the dumbest piece of shit i've ever come across. Talk a cent of sense so that i have a reason not to kill you.
Anyway, the brief is…asking a woman to be your wife is the biggest compliment you can give her; or the last you can give to yourself :)
Long time ago my father gifted me a book by Dale Carnegie titled ‘How to Win Friends and Influence People’. It is a self help book that’s been on the New York Best Seller’s list for a whopping ten years and has sold 15 million copies so far. An absolute no-brainer that there are so many sad people left in this world. I actually felt good about it. I felt smarter :D
However, in the book, Carnegie wanted me to compliment people no matter what. I began the practice years back and have mastered the art. In the last few years, I have complimented every person I have met at least once daily. So much so that I have run out of ideas.
Over the years I also learnt never to give a compliment expecting a receipt for it. Especially because I am one dull and boring looking person – it only makes the life of the compliment receiver tough….makes him lie…and then go to hell.
Yesterday, with nothing else to say…I looked at my colleague Mishra ji and said, “Nice shoulders!” He gave me a stare then and during lunch accosted me in the washroom. After a mild struggle, I managed to free myself and save my virginity.
Complimenting girls (when i was in girl-land (Mumbai)) was easy earlier. I would start with the headband and work my way through the top-starting with the bindis, earrings and bangles. Or work my way from down-starting with their anklets and then their high-heels-and so on.
But with time, I have wanted to improve on the quality of my compliments and wish asking a lady to marry me. After all, didn’t someone rocking say that the best compliment you can give a lady is asking her to marry you?
But this is also not about how disgusting a person i am-or how desperate i am to get cuddly-but it is about the general feeling that all men have.
Suddenly, when I am stuck in the most god-forsaken cities in India, I come across this girl (Let us call her Mani) that compliments 'me'. Hummm.. Howz that for a change?
God finally listens to all my prayers !
Thank God he overlooked the naughty me.
Some more on Mani, in the flood of blogs that will follow in the due course of time.
PS: Mani (I know you hate me calling this), please do not stop complimenting me ! hehehehhe
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