I have found a lot of people who irritate me by the way they behave, the way they react in different situations and the awkward way they talk. There are also a few whom I absolutely despise. Likewise I also know a bunch of people who possible despise me (yes I provide enough reasons to)

I have always wondered how people deal with those irritating lot. So far my strategy has been to quietly ignore them or just decide to bear with them. But sometimes it just gets annoying (to the intolerable level).

I searched online about N ways to deal with annoying people. Got many results. Then I searched for N ways to deal with  irritating people. Got many results. Many of the things people had to suggest even made sense. But I simply cannot follow their advice. Why? I choose not to waste my effort and energy on someone who already is annoying to me.

Because I had to decide something (and conclude this post too). So I have come up with my own set of solutions. Its called “fight fire with fire” or “an eye for an eye” or “a fart for a fart “ or so on.

Bullet Point On1 : I will irritate them back.

Bullet Point Tw2: I will shut the door on their face.

Bullet Point Thre3: I’ll bullet them.

Bullet Point 4our: I’ll tell them straight that they are irritating.

These four Bullet Points are famously known as “The Theory of 4our”.

PS: Did you get irritated while reading this? If so how did you deal with it?

Does the fast paced competitive world around you bothers you?

Kolkata is a place with quite a lot of indifferent people. They cannot care to bother. They probably know it doesn’t matter. I have seen the most humblest styles (if you allow me to call that) of living here. Not many worry about the clothes they are wearing or how they are looking. The people on the streets are incredibly real here. The markets are full of noise with people chattering over all kinds of things while buying fish, but with their intent clear and focused on the fish. There are many many retail shops, most of them remain closed in the afternoon. And many don’t even open for days. Still yet most of them seem busy yet content.

Why am I telling all this? Because I think we should all own a corner shop in Kolkata market ( at least I should). A small shop in the middle crowd chattering, watching and moving on to their own lives. A shop that full of oneself. Own thoughts. Own attitudes. Own dreams and own dirt. Not caring what it looks like or how people view at it. The corner shop will remind in times of self-doubt and trouble that most of the chattering doesn’t matter. And once in a while people will come, just to take from you what you’ve got and just to give you what you need. And for much more that exists, you cannot always care to bother. Most of what it seems at first, probably doesn’t even matter.

When was the last time you felt responsible for something?

The road in front of ISI is very busy especially in the evenings. People on vehicles and on foot run in a hurry of movements and steps rushing to places they know better. Often unobservant of anything that lies around. Or simply ignore it. This makes it an effort and a risk to cross the road every time I have to.

Yesterday when I was standing by for the Green light to turn Red, a kid took me by surprise by holding onto my hands. I looked down and he was not looking back at me. Instead he looked worryingly at the cars and trucks rampaging on the street. He looked scared. His grip on my hands tightened and loosened at the intensity of speeding vehicles on the road. I could almost feel his heartbeats and fear. Normally I would not care but I felt a sense of urgency and responsibility for this kid. I held back his hand firmly and carefully crossed the road, noticing the mad chaos of events from sudden brakes of bikes to people running into each other for the first time. And I did feel a little fear too because someone was holding onto me.

When I reached to the other end of the road, I looked at the kid but without a word, expression or, at least I hoped, a look back at me, he ran away. It felt strange at that time. But now it doesn’t.

I rarely engage myself in acts of kindness or responsibility for others. And in days the only opportunity I got, I expected the entire quota of gratitude to fill out of it. Even though I avoid getting involved in these simple acts of responsibility but I did feel the need of such gratitude. Why? Because it felt good.

The kid did not thank me back because I did not do anything great. It was an act expected out of any decent person. It was the kid who reminded me the importance of small acts of kindness and responsibility. And how good they could make you feel.

It all reminds me that I have not done enough. Its time to earn some karma points.

I was editing a pencil art of Division Bell album cover and I ended up with this  :)

Looks good?