We meet so many people in life. Some makes life amazing. Another half, shows you "Hell-On-Earth" simply by just knowing them. I have come across people who I would love to hug them tight, with a rope, on their neck. Who? People who simply raise their voice on me, or scold me for no apparent reason.
Have you ever got scolded? I mean, like really bad ones. I know, we all do get them a lot. Especially during those mischievous childhood years. Yes,yes, we do get those during the teenage and adulthood years too, but way lesser. And upon years of not being scolded, I got em' today.
When I get scolded, it simply means, I have done something wrong. (Maybe it was right to me). Scolding, is something that happens when one is really angry and annoyed or disappointed with one (or maybe himself). Scolding is done in a totally rude manner for sure, in a high tone of volume. Also, some cussing happens.
Let me make it clear. The reason I hate being scolded is not that because I am unable to accept it when I get criticized or reprimanded but, the simple fact of I can't stand people who raise their voice to me. I know-I know. Its pretty stupid. I can't expect people to slow talk to me while they're angry, but then I seem to have trouble with accepting this. Honestly, when one raises their voice to me, I have this scary shivers giving me goosebumps from top to bottom. I begin to have this funny feeling in my ears. Heart starts beating too fast and I get all sweaty.Like a drug addict who is in real need of his weed, but he's so broke, he has no money to buy em' and he ends up shivering and getting sick.
I recently read an on "Why We Shout In Anger? Here you go: A Hindu saint who was visiting river Ganges to take bath found a group of family members on the banks, shouting in anger at each other. He turned to his disciples smiled ‘n asked. ‘Why do people shout in anger shout at each other?’
Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, ‘Because we lose our calm, we shout.’
I recently read an on "Why We Shout In Anger? Here you go: A Hindu saint who was visiting river Ganges to take bath found a group of family members on the banks, shouting in anger at each other. He turned to his disciples smiled ‘n asked. ‘Why do people shout in anger shout at each other?’
Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, ‘Because we lose our calm, we shout.’
‘But, why should you shout when the other person is just next to you? You can as well tell him what you have to say in a soft manner.’ asked the saint
Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the other disciples. Finally the saint explained, ‘When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other to cover that great distance.
What happens when two people fall in love? They don’t shout at each other but talk softly, Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is either nonexistent or very small…’
The saint continued, ‘When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that’s all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.’
He looked at his disciples and said; ‘So when you argue do not let your hearts get distant, Do not say words that distance each other more, Or else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.’
When scolding happens, there is no room for love. So much hatred and anger. And guilt. To feel guilty is one of the worst feeling ever. I hate feeling guilty, and that is why I always make it up even if it wasn't my fault. Guilty feelings, to me, is the slightest hint of disapproval that makes us feel as if we have been caught red-handed doing something totally illegal.
I'm not the type of a person who can go to bed after having an argument with one, neither to continue with my daily routine after an argument early in the morning. Arguments in the morning only happens with one person. Mum. Those "Tom and Jerry" fights we have. Pinching each other, pulling hairs. The thing is I usually don't do stuff that makes her mad. So her daily dose of scolding to me is about stuffs like how I'm spending too much time on the phone, or how I should learn to speak softly. My blood, vessels, and cells are probably so immune to her "lectures" that even if I haven't receive my dosage for the day, I'll pull her legs right before bed so I have something to laugh about later that night.
I don't know about others. But to those near and dear knows that I'm the type of a girl who won't bother to listen to you when there is no respect given and of course when scolding is done. I'm not stubborn nor big headed. I prefer and I love it when people slow talk to me. When they tell me what I've done wrong. When they take a minute to ask me why I've done such a mistake. That way things will surely get sorted out faster. In communication, respect is necessary. Someone once told me, "You don't expect me to fall at your feet to get things done". No, I wouldn't want anyone's bad karma with me. All I'm saying is pay little respect and put your ego down . Again, people who know me well, will surely know what sort of a person I am. To those who don't think you know me well, I don't see the necessity for you to scold me.
My dad told me few years back, "You're so fragile la ma", and I argued with him saying I'm stronger than my brothers not knowing what he meant. Then, around a month back, I overheard mum telling my brother, "Don't be harsh with your sister. She only seem strong on the outside. She is way too soft and sensitive on the inside." I came to re-call this lines a few days after having a friction with someone special. I thought to myself, that no one would be able to understand me as much as my family does. And when I cried a few days back, because the rabbit we were petting for the past 2 months died, dad came up to me and told me the same thing.This time I never argued because I simply know what he meant. He gave me a smile that left tears in my eyes. Happy ones. For having him in life.
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