Ditch Rudeness

Having come across many people who exhibit rude behavior and believe it a right to let themselves rip the person across them, I pink slip the individual(s) or let them go! In my opinion it is far better to oust the individual from your circle. At the end of the day a person who believes that the right to rudeness is their USP so be it, I would like to go my way and lose the loser!

I was asked sometime back by a very distraught candidate of mine who had attended an interview, “Why are some interviewers so rude?” First of all, far be it from me to get judgmental but I frankly believe that one has to be polite irrespective of the cadre one is in. Won’t go through the entire process but they did work it out and are colleagues till date working together in harmony. Whew!

However, there are many people who believe that they can just get out of a situation by being rough and frankly uncivilized. They are even considered by a chosen few (?) to be extremely gracious, but to the others who do not feature in their overall plan of things, are cast aside and treated with nary a care in the world. Kudos to these individuals I say for they really are a mishmash of their own making and they certainly cannot blame it on being bipolar. Seriously!

Comments

rosalind David said…

So true, yasmin. I think we, Indians are the worst for rudeness. the way we treat or speak to uor maids or drivers as if they are an inferior species makes me cringe with shame. Even in a place like 'Toms' a favourite haunt of educated, sophisticated groups we hear very few 'pleases'
and 'thank yous'.

April 15, 2010 at 4:55 PM

theotherpersonality.blogspot.in said…

Absolutely. Frankly I feel that a little bit of politeness goes a long way. Sad that not many follow this. Guess we need to set an example and let the others follow, huh?

April 16, 2010 at 11:24 AM

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