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A time and again i keep wondering why people could not do even simple things simply?
i remember my grandpa used to tell the Why they do not study, u know? coz the difficult things are very difficult for them and simple things are very simple! so simple! when i ponder over this, i ask myself is that really so?

one of my friends was telling me about his office boss. How his boss is perfectionist and how he dislikes even the minutest mistakes in his work. My friend always admires his boss and dreams to be so perfect one day. There is a colleague in our Jr. college, always mutters.....'What is my name, dont you know?' Then he spells proudly his full name like Amitabh-- Vijay Dinanath Chauhan! He always boasts about his all actions to be perfect and not a mere change of committing a single mistake. After every won-over point in some discussion, my colleague mutters himself....Naav Kaaye?(What is my name, dont you know?) 

so such is the way people want the perfection.  My grandpa used to say When we start    
doing even small things, the minutest things very meticulously, such keeping your News 
papers at their place neatly folded, while writing on a paper do keep the same angle of 
all the letters and words, while filing your own certificates in a file, and so on, you should take care. Mind every thing and action. And you would never know how you turned from the rule-followers lines to the seat of rule-makers.

Years later, i see, my grandpa was right. This world wants perfectionists. And it takes so simple deal to be perfectionist.

ilesh. 

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