Politeness Greases Human Relationships
Politeness Greases Human Relationships
In every man, there is a fire of passions that must be kept in control by the crust of self-control and mental development. When a man attacks and ravishes and kills a young girl, what was the cause of it? A gorilla in the back of his brain broke loose. The man ceased to be human. He becomes a beast. When an agitator shoots and kills a judge, what was the cause of it? A tiger in the back of the brain broke loose. In the back of every brain there is a zoo. There are wild animals of passion and violence. And they must be kept in their cages. Every sane, well-balanced man is one who has put the front of his brain in control. His brain is both old and new, and he rules his life by the new part, not by the old. He uses his reason. He thinks. He keeps his Zoo in its place. Spinoza once wrote: The powerlessness of a man to govern and restrain his passions I call servitude. A man who is controlled by his baser feelings is not his own master, but is mastered by circumstances, under whose power he is often compelled, though he sees the better, to follow the worse. I was standing in a queue at a
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cinema hall to buy a ticket when a heavy man (whose breath could start a distillery) bulldozed himself to the front. The well-fed looking policeman, with a danda in his hand, smiled and chose to amuse himself with the free entertainment. The heavy mans thick hand was thrust into the window and came out with crumpled tickets tucked into it. Everybody, including this scribe, heaved a sigh of relief. We awaited the staff reaction with breathless interest. We spineless junkies, who were expecting an explosion from the staff cabin, were disappointed. I had accompanied a Delhi journalist to a lunch at a popular rendezvous. We sat there for ten minutes without seeing the pate or the hide of a waiter. Ten minutes become twenty in such a situation but our manners forbade us to drum the table. Thus, we waited patiently. Then in marched a fire-eater. He threw himself in the chair adjoining ours and waited for about 50 seconds! Then, his dander was up. He rapped for attention. No waiter. He hammered the table with fingers and shouted Manager. A well-dressed man appeared. He bowed with a flourish. All, one could hear from him was a plethora of yeses and sorries. Lack of tact (the subtle discrimination of saying or doing a thing at the right moment) is missing in our day-to-day social contacts. In real life, one learns lessons. I have taught myself that it was polite to look interested when someone was addressing me, however dreary his story or stale his joke. No wonder, I have been martyred to good manners hundred of times and I do not know what else is in store for me. Shall I take my conduct as oldfashioned and be a convert to the tribe of those talk too much without saying anything? Or be interested in the Niagara of their words? Look disinterested? Or, like Goethe, stand up and leave the talker alone? Thats bad manners. True. But it saves you from a lot of drivel and suppressed yawns. What to do when a wind-bag insists on thrusting his verbosity on me? Or wants to have the last word? Interrupts when you talk or goes on repeating himselfinsulting your intelligence? On many occasions have I resisted the temptation of saying shut up. But I dont know how much longer I can hold myself back. I will hold on to my be-good-thing because the impression is gathering ground that rudeness pays. It gets things done; it gets you quick and service; it permits you to do many things which good manners forbid. Freedom is, thus, turned into liberty. Are jangled nerves and bad temper any substitute of a harmonious life? Will it not make life smooth and pleasant without bile? Politeness cannot be as taxing, and as hard and hurting. If there is anything we need badly today, in the rush and cut-throat competition of life, it is conduct which rounds off the roughness of character and chisels it into harmony. The choice is between curtness and courtesy; bad and good manners; and between politeness and insolence. Politeness consists in treating others just as you love to be treated yourself. It is kindness softly expressed. Discourtesy reveals a cluster of bad qualities like vanity, ignorance, indolence, stupidity, distraction of thought and contempt of others feelings. Courtesy is good sense combined with good naturea little self-denial for the sake of others, especially for those we live with. Marriage, for example, is a delicate and difficult relationship. It needs tact and patience. And loads of politeness. The wife needs it from the husband and vice-versa. The irate, tired wife does not need roughness. She needs gift of sweet word, wrapped in a ribbon of courtesy. That is why it is defined as benevolence in small things. The husband who takes a wee-bit of care of his wifes tea at a party, shows this in practice. Similarly, the husband who opens the door for her shows his courtesy. There are forms of politeness. One says: Look! How good I am. The other says: I will make You happy. Formalities are not courtesy which ought to be natural and unstudied as in the informality of two dear friends. It shows an amiable disposition in trifles. It is a desire to bring about in words and actions that by which we please others. In other words, it is a great greaser of harmony and happiness.
2002 Edition
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