Wednesday, April 2, 2008

When one becomes a bit social!!!

Ask yourself what you felt the last time you help a stranger or even known person unintentionally. Some fell good factor had arisen in you, no matter for how long or short interval of time this lasted. Now came back, now might be thinking why I wanted I asked that!! Well, sometimes it just happens that your unintentional help seems to draw an attraction of the other person without your acknowledgement.

It happened about eight months ago when I thought why not ask my classmates to spread any news related to placement and academics through me via SMS. Since my SMSes were free, it certainly can be done. So as any information used to approach me regarding placement and all I used to 'Broadcast' it to all classmates. As months past I think people get used to it and regarded me as 'Khabari' (though I don't used to pay any heat to these words). They seemed to be dependent on my sms for even small information and I was also active for it. Sometimes I used to think why am I doing it when no one seems to thank me , then an instant inner voice was to recoil saying ' why are you so desperate for it'. Ha ha!! It's the human tendency to seem acknowledgement for his 'good work'. Anyways on 31st March I decided to put an end to this service. Since it was 31st evening many classmates think I fooling them for April fool!!

Now many people say why not I extend it further to the last of my engg. , but I don't its necessary. With April being approach no more information will needed to be spread …… moreover , no one need my SMS now at the 11th hour , as everything or last semester have approached their doorstep. From my side all classmates might have been benefited and have some nice moments in it.


With the end of a small and tiny service of mine , I too feel that one should have always try to have a flavour of social services be it small or big it doesn't matters , what matters is the returned feeling you get from it ( be it in person or hidden). It always pays you back in life.

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