16 November, 2017

How I deal with losers

Most of you who saw my blog posts, certainly think that I have a very easy disposition. I am outgoing, extrovert, people’s person, etc.
The truth is just the opposite. I have no shame in admitting that I have a vicious temper and I do not suffer fools gladly and will bluntly chop down anyone who is wasting my time. This is proudly who I am. I am unapologetic in my reactions. 
While I am extremely warm and friendly to my close ones, anyone daring to misbehave gets it from me back very bad. I do not take things lying low. 

I dance tango. There are two facts that I can state about tango from my personal experience:

1. Tango puts together people of the same level immediately. You enter a milonga (tango social) or a practica, in a flash beginner will get together with beginner, an advanced dancer with advanced, a maestro with the maestro, losers will get together with losers, etc.

2. Your personality is instantly reflected in your dance- loving, caring, humble, snob, loser, cheat, frustrated, creep, bitch, etc. To a non-tango person, it may not be clear but what I am talking about is certainty from my personal experience.
So I say to my students, "It is not important to me, how good a dancer you are. It is important to me, how good a person you are and with what attitude you come into tango."
The moment I see any bad behaviour, I am extremely intolerant of it. It takes me not even a moment to throw a bad student out of my class, even at the cost of creating more enemies. Because once they are shown the gate and their place, their egos are badly crushed and they start prancing and bad mouthing. It is not surprising to see sore losers ganging up together- all with hurt egos and all with the same level of tango (worse than even beginners). They support and encourage each other to deteriorate further. I wash my hands off them like a plague. For me, this scheme is crystal clear right from the start. But would I want it any other way? No. I sit back and enjoy the show.

Enjoy my pictures in Kasauli. The hand-painted saree was picked up in Varanasi from Ekaya. I added Tholu Bommalata necklace with it.

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