Professionalism, but not Actually

The word, Professionalism, sounds really very catchy to me. I always thought of being a professional, not in terms of the profession I am in, but I wanted to be professional in terms of the commitment, time, work, understanding and feelings.

There are some persons who love to call themselves "A Professional", but I do not understand "why?". If they think what they are doing is right, the same thing becomes wrong for them when they find others doing the same. If they cannot take care of the time, they expect others to be on time. If they think that they are making sense, why others always sound non-sense to them. Why? Why? Why?

This is what I think always about being "A Professional". If this is Professionalism, then I think that I would love to be "Exactly OPPOSITE to this".

Who is Professional?

PoT

PoT : Power of Touch


The dictionary says that touch comes into existence when two things comes into contact. Very true…right? Our fifth sensory organ (SKIN) is all about that only. We respond to whatever we feel on skin. I personally feel this fifth organ as the most important organ. Why?

The simple reason which I feel is that this is the only organ which can work on the part of other four. How? What do you think - mere watching scenery is enough, or the experience and the feel are important? Why people go for outings? To see the places there, or to feel good. I know many of you must be thinking that both are important, but I am talking about the comparison factor.

Touch, by its definition, is a kind of contact or I must say - a feeling. Right? Don’t worry I am not going to talk about all kind of touch now.

But why I am writing this? I had an experience somehow related to this. Recently, I reached to an ideal auto driver as I wanted to go to a place in Bangalore, India. I asked him the fare. He told me Rs. 200, but actually for that place the fare could be Rs. 150. I asked him to make it Rs. 150. He was not ready and made it Rs. 180. I requested him, but a simple “NO” to everything. There was no other auto nearby. So what I did, I put my hand on his shoulders asking “BHAIYA PLEASE MAKE IT 150”. And guess what he smiled at me and agreed. I reached my place, but was totally confused. I tried everything before that touch. Then I came to know about the power of a touch.
I feel that that generally auto driver think that we consider them as inferiors. And that touch had a battle with his thinking. It happens everywhere. What a touch can do cannot be done by anything else.