The Power of "Sorry"

I am not sure while beginning to write this topic, but it needs lot of strength to say sorry to a person. in daily life we casually say sorry to others without really saying so from our heart. We don't regret for the mistake or the guilt we committed. We treat the word meaningless if we don't say "sorry" from our heart. Also it became without any sense if we really do not regret.


Few days back I had a mismatch of opinion with my boss. He called me for something which was against my principle as I then felt. It gradually leads to argument, and the situation became tempted. When I refused his plans, he certainly became annoyed. He said he is going forward with his proposal, and if I disagree, I should refuse in written alongwith my reasons of refusing. After completing his words he immediately disconnected the phone without giving me the chace to reply.

I was then to start my duty after two hrs. and I had much time to think about. I was also disturbed after talking in a loud voice to my supervisor. After thinking somewhat, I decided to say him sorry. I didnot have the courage to call. I was also thinking that saying sorry would make me low and others will consider me weak.

Somewhat I accumulated inner strength and sent him a sms saying "I am sorry for my rude behavoir". I was not sure whether my old boss would be able to read sms. Then also I sent thinking that although he may not read, atleast it will be me relief. I kept the matter short, and told the incident to my closest friend in my office. He really praised me for doing so.


Can any one imagine the result of "sorry"?

My boss called me on office phone, and said "I got your sms, and I am very pleased". My old boss continued "we never said no to our boss and i dislike if others say no to me". I had to digest his words, as he is never a soft speaker and always wants to prove his strength.

Yet I was relieved to know that he was pleased with my sorry. Though I felt some uncomfort while talking to him for next few days, but gradually it started getting normal. Even he put his hands on my shoulder as if school friends used to keep.

For the reason he called me on that day, and I considered that as against my principal, now became in line with my principals. The reason remain the same, only my view of analysing the topic is changed.


P.S. One should read books of mind control. I am going through "The Monk who sold his Ferrari". May be it hepled me realise to bring our mind to our control. Also it help to grow inner strength to say "sorry" from heart and really when we mean it.

I am alive because of Mr. Jaydev Prasad.

Today i narrowly escaped an accident, an accident which results in death in most cases.

I work in Indian Railways and my office is called as "Departure Yard cum Platform Station Master Office". This office is situated between Middle line of Kharagpur - Howrah section and departure yard.

There is always movement of trains in middle line and in yard. Sometimes in yard the trains run of engine-pushing and in such cases the driver is unable to see the front of direction of movement. In my case I came out of the office to instruct some movement to Mr. Jaydev Prasad. We shout and gesticulate to instruct to a person far away. Mr. Jaydev was about 50 meters away. I was unaware of trains behind me which was coming to my side. Mr. Jaydev gesticulated to me to look back. His gesticulation was so timely, that when i looked back i had about three or four seconds of time to move.

Mr Jaydev was also unaware that I did not noticed the train.

Last Word: I am alive because of Mr. Jaydev Prasad.

Last 14 years, after my fathers death

The last fourteen years. Why am I writing this? Actually today is 4th April 2009 and tomorrow is the death anniversary of my father. He died 14 years ago in the year 1995. It was the early morning at about 4.00 am. My mother came to our room in which I was sleeping along with my brother. By her shouting we suddenly woke up. My grandmother in another room also got awake. I was ignorant that my father will die soon. My father was suffering from throat cancer. His stage of cancer was advanced but we did not know when he will die


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