Handling Appreciation

{ A disclaimer:

This write up is PURELY for entertainment purpose.
A part of the narratives pertains to my experience.
Anybody, EVEN inadvertently/unawares/subconsciously lending any kind of concurrence to the concepts hereunder, does so ENTIRELY at his/her risk and responsibility.😔

The purpose of this disclaimer rests on the principles of 'negative-psychology' (whatever the hell, it is)}

Appreciation scares me a bit!

My phobia. Can't help!

Wrong appreciation, i knew what to do?  Just dump it, after making the 'right kind of noises' like "so kind of you, .... thank you....  kind of you"(bla-bla)...  it doesn't pertain to me . Simple!

Negative appreciation:  A bit dangerous , but am forewarned by the processor in me called "brain". By default, it invokes an embedded program/software "why was this in a negative style?(that appreciation) ....  And I instantly dismiss it . No further action needed.  Example: Once, i was asked to 'calculate' manually, the arrears of wages-revision, arising due to 'retrospective effect agreed upon. it entailed complex calculations, involving choosing of right 'formula' for components of basic-pay etc. in short, the probability of 'human error' was within some 5000 arithmatic calculations, using only primitive pocket calculators , 40 years ago. Errors are BOUND to creep in.  But the checking official replied to my query (sir, how many errors?) with a remark "I think, I couldn't CHECK PROPERLY. I didn't find any error 😰" ( i knew......  negative appreciation!  I didn't have to emote.)


Positive and genuine appreciation:  Maha dangerous (for me! If it gets into my head, it turns counterproductive)

In one of my past births, 
I was a dog. 
a good breed (casteism by God, here 😊)  
I was picked up and trained into a police dog ( that breed could sniff well)
An emotional bond grew between my Master (cop) and me!
one day, I decided to 'say a thank-you' , like humans.  He was stupified! But, he kept it secret.
He passed on a part of the appreciation he received for an investigation, keeping the cash-component with himself, but asked me privately : "Doggie, name a gift, and it is yours!👍" 
I felt elated. Ego crept in me. I said "Master, you know I can sniff damn well, better than you-humans. why not gift me a 'quality' perfume?  If imported, still better 👌"
He gave it. He even helped me to get it sprayed all over my hairy body. Liberal dose.....  That day, I could-not-sniff the sweat, blood or any 'evidence' left behind by the CRIMINAL.  Zero productivity. That cursed/damn perfume kept dominating my 'sensitive' smelling glands in my nose.
I was demoted, sacked.  I became a 'street-dog'....

I woke up suddenly with a sad-jerk! (What? just a dream?  or is it that God-ji used one of his dubious ways of 'educating' me, about my past birth, and the precious lessons?.  dunno!)

But, I got my lesson :  Let not a genuine appreciation get into my head! Just move on! The other person is merely displaying his potential in recognizing merit. He evolves by acknowledging me.


Doggedly yours,

psn(20th June, 2025)