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Great Expectations

I came back to my room a little late tonight, tired and ready to crash in my bed. I was very tired after finishing small jobs of the day plus a movie outing. But I was preparing myself mentally that I will have to arrange my room a little before sleeping. Two friends stayed with me last night. Some things were shifted to make space for both of them. I know myself. I would not have been able to sleep before keeping things back at their own place.

I opened the door and switched on the lights. I looked around and saw that the room was neat with hardly any sign that somebody apart from me had stayed here. The bed was shifted to its original position. The sheet was not crumpled. Pillows were in their place. It brought a smile on my face. I felt happy.

They are good friends of mine but we don't meet or talk often. Most of the time we call each other only at the time of crisis, knowing that we are there for each other.

There is something which complicates our relationships with 'very-close' friends and family.

Great/High Expectation.

And most of us are selfish enough to not to keep similar expectations from ourselves. It is from others that we demand the unrealistic. Why? Human nature may be... An article in a recent issue of Science talks about how different we see ourselves compared to others. I plan to discuss this paper sometime later.

Coming back to the high-expectations we keep from those around us...
I would like to say that keeping our expectations on a lower side of the scale surely helps us. It adds the surprise factor to the relationship and brings small joys to everyday life. And it avoids moments spent in bickering "You should have done this/that" or "I was expecting this small gesture from you".

Comments

Aditya said…
Cool pics. And I agree, keeping low expectations does help.

any ways, the western outfit looks gr8 (ref. kassel and heidelberg pics).
Shazia said…
Thanks for the compliment.
:)
Angika said…
I can't tell you how much I agree about the expectations bit. The number of times I've hurt myself (and others) by just being too demanding... :P
Anonymous said…
It was she who cleaned the room.
Puneet said…
hey... the place looks amazing and u too in the western dress.. remember i told u before only..
U have started looking like a scholar and a future scientist now..

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