8 Ways I will help you bring SMILE For You In 2015

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Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them.
— OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, THE VOICELESS

This year, do not hold yourself back by giving in to fears and unleash your greatest potential.

8 Ways I will help you bring SMILE For You In 2015:

  1. Sharing the experiences lessons learnt while running a business on facebook, blog that will help you in your endeavor. Subscribe or Follow blog via email. Let’s be friends on facebook: Pratik Kirve
  1. Share your personal stories, experiences and struggle on your facebook profile and blogs. I’ll share them on my blog, facebook profile, page SMILE FOR YOU and twitter.
  1. Helping you know more about yourself from your smile. Send photo of your smile at iwantsmileforme@gmail.com
  1. Sharing self-help eBooks that will help you to grow your wisdom and conscience. Download some eBooks from here: Free EBooks
  1. Sharing inspirational, motivational and meaningful videos, podcasts that will help you get out of your comfort zone and do the right thing.
    Watch: Be Different – http://youtu.be/lTBsVx89Sps
  1. Consulting personally to help you find meaning and purpose in life and solve any other problems through your smile. Visit – Know Yourself
  1. Setting a vision for your life to supercharge you to live your life to its full potential every day.
  1. If you are struggling in a relationship, consulting you to solve your problems to cherish and experience a ton of joy. Visit – Relationships

Watch a video to know more: SMILE FOR YOU – http://youtu.be/cXId2sJi_C0

“The greatest revolution of our generation is the discovery that human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives.” 
– William James

Just let me know how can I help you???

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RUNNING A BUSINESS: SHARING AN EXPERIENCE DAY1

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I have just started a consulting business to solve people’s problems from their smiles. For the promotions of idea and how it will help them solve their problems in life, I decided that I’ll go to various colleges to target youth. First college was Modern College of Arts, Science & Commerce, Pune. I am sharing the experience and what I learnt from FIRST DAY of promotional campaigning.

On first day, I went to principal’s office to get permission to campaign in their campus. But he was busy, so peon asked me to go to vice-principal’s office. I asked for it and as I started explaining how it will help their students, he asked me, ‘which college do you represent?’ I said that I don’t represent any college. He said we don’t give permission to random people. I left. I planned a lot of things, how I was going to approach, what to say, what to show, and many more. And I also decided that I am not going to lie about anything. But now, what to do? I thought that students did not know whether I had permission or not, they were just going to listen what I had to say. So I decided that I am going to approach people in their campus by breaking the rules. I also saw a board stating that outsiders are not allowed in college premises, if found, strict action will be taken. But I decided whatever may happen, let’s have fun. I had file in which everything had explained, a page on which a story was written about how I found my purpose and a sketch to draw patterns of smile found in people to explain them about themselves. I was wearing formal dress and formal shoes.

I had everything required to start a discussion. I made up my mind to break the rules. But… As I was going to discuss something they do not know even exist, the overwhelming feeling of fear to show up, to expose myself, to express myself was so high. Even though I had everything with me to show them, but I was only walking back and forth in corridor. I couldn’t gather courage to show up. For that moment, I was nervous, uncomfortable, sweating, throbbing in chest, I couldn’t understand what was happening to me, everything was ready, but fear. I thought that breaking the rules were making me nervous, but it was an excuse. Who was going to know whether I was a stranger or college student? That wasn’t the reason. Then I thought that this was not the right platform to promote, no one will show interest, nobody had done it, and it’s new thing. All the excuses were coming into my mind. I thought that what was I thinking? Those were all excuses.

Then all the quotes about fear and getting out of comfort zone came into my mind. What you want is on the other side of fear, magic starts at the end of your comfort zone, you miss 100% of shots you didn’t take, do what’s uncomfortable and you will grow, and many others. But I thought that tomorrow, I will make mind that no matter what will happens I will approach, I will show up. Again, that was excuse. For half an hour, I was walking back and forth with these thoughts in my mind.

Then I took out files and pages of story. I was looking at them and thought, when I didn’t have this, I was hoping, wishing for this. But now I have this and I am holding myself back. I saw a group of four girls sitting in a campus and just started walking towards them, same fear, uncomfortable, just walking. When I reached, they looked me like a salesman who was going to force them to buy my product, only because I was wearing formal clothes. Their faces were irritated. My first impression sucked. With fake smile, I introduced myself, in English. Errr.. Their faces were more annoyed. I asked them for their two minutes and have a look at file. They even hesitated to take those files in hand. But they took it. I forgot everything I planned, what I was going to say, how I was going to make them take interest in idea, I started saying what was there in file, in low tone, in lower confidence, and they were reluctant to make eye contact. They were going through file just because wishing for last page to come soon and I will disappear. I was speaking in English, their heads into files, no enthusiasm in me, they were listening to me for formality. The funniest part, guys sitting next to them, but of different group was also looking at me, and one of them was winking at me, raising eyebrows, asking what’s going on, the guy-guy connection(when a guy approaches a girl, the another guy is more excited). I was telling them by blinking eyes that I’ll get back to them. I didn’t understand whether to laugh or what? In meantime, one of the girls whispered something in Marathi, I couldn’t hear it, but I understood that it was Marathi. Then, I realized that why they were not connecting with me. I started speaking in Marathi. For the first time, after introduction, they looked at me. They felt connected. As I explained everything in Marathi, they were nodding, giving response. The file finished.

Then I said to one of the girl, right now, I’ll tell about you from your smile to give you an idea of how I do. Then she became uncomfortable, she said no, not now. She was laughing, but that time I realized that I should not be the one who should fear about getting exposed. The people whom I am going to approach should fear that if I say something different about them, something weird about them, it’s them who should be worried about. She was reluctant that she wasn’t interested in knowing about her. So I gave them a page of story with contact details on it and asked them to call whenever they need me. Forget about buying my services, they were not ready to know how it works. I left. But I thank them for listening to me.

Then, it was the time for the guys sitting next to them, who were bantering on me, when I was talking to girls. They were ready to listen what I had to offer. This time, I started in Marathi. I was more relaxed, less anxiety on my face. I observed them and knew in which language they will understand (not Marathi or English, but the rowdy Marathi language). I started explaining in their tone, they felt connected, nodding, giving reactions, didn’t understand everything, but trying to. I again explained file only, no strategy executed as per the preparation, but enough to convey my idea. File finished. Then I said to a guy that I’ll tell you about you from your smile. He agreed. Everyone was listening. I drew patterns on page and started explaining everything. I gave examples with reference to who they were and in their tone. (like in rowdy Marathi, samaz tula wadaa-pav khayalaa jaychayy… I couldn’t say ‘for coffee’, they will not feel connected). So as I was explaining them in their way, everyone was surprised. They were smiling in shock, saying yes, yeah.. when I said something that relates to his nature. I said everything I had to say about him and gave him the page. Another guy stood up and said, tell me about myself. I said sure. But their friend came to them and informed them that they got to go. And everybody stood up and said, ‘we gotta go.’ I shook hand with everyone, they told me their names and said nice to meet you, I asked them to contact me on the details I gave on that page and they rushed. Looking at their appearance and body language, I thought they will make fun of me, ridicule me as they were sitting in a group, but they listened to me patiently, earnestly and treated me with respect. I came to know they were not going to buy, but I thank them for listening to me and showing interest.

I got more relaxed. I was thirsty. As I opened zip of bag to take the bottle out and looked back. A teacher in a suit was scolding a student. He was complaining that how many times they had to inform college students not to bring outsiders in the campus. I was little scared, but glad that he wasn’t referring to me. And security guard came and ordered every student in campus to go out of the gate. I thought that I just got momentum and on next second, everything finished, I had to pack up. Everyone was out of the gate. I looked around, thought I can’t approach them on streets, what impression I am going to make, and will they listen to me? Again the same thoughts of that half hour came into my mind. This time, I couldn’t gather courage to approach students on street-side. I contemplated a lot, but couldn’t. Day1 was over for me after first 20 minutes only. I could interact with 10 students only who were not potential buyers. But lot of thing I learnt from that experience that I am going to improve on the next day.

I am sharing some insights that would help you in your endevour to design the best life for yourself:

1. Know with whom you are interacting and Speak Their Language.

2.Talk more about how it will benefit them and what they are concerned about than what it is actaully or technically.

3. Appearance matters, but target audience matters more. We have to look like one of them to connect with them.

4. If it is certain that we miss 100% of the shots we didn’t take, why not to take a shot, take a chance.

5. Our competancy, preparation, passion and all on one hand, they are important. But if we don’t have that one quality on the other hand, it’s all usslasss.. That quality is Courage To Show Up.

6. The crazy fact is, there only one step to aquire that quality : JUST GO & DO IT. There were no any other ways or steps I could find.

In next post, I’ll share experience of DAY2.

Thanks for reading. Add your own lessons and express your views if I missed anything, give your feedback to improve..

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When Fate Makes The Call

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After the hastiness of whole day of shopping, Mayur’s family arrived at a bus stop. Mayur, 20 years old, being an introverted person, he could not hold on for much time around the people. His affinity for being alone was the reason for getting desperate to reach home as soon as possible. But, they missed a bus as he was in himself and lost the track in the crowd with his family for a moment.

“Because of you, we missed that bus. Next bus is after 25 minutes. Where are you?” complained his mother.

“Yeah, he is too slow. Always lost in his world,” quipped his brother.

Mayur neglected their complaints and sat down in a queue at the bus stop.

“Ohh, we forgot to buy a Tiffin box for me,” said brother.

“Now?” questioned mother.

“Now, we have to go again in the market,” ridiculed brother by looking at Mayur.

“No way, I am going to come again,” opposed Mayur giving an anguished cry.

They both laughed noticing Mayur’s annoyance.

Next to them, three girls and an old woman were chuckling. The girl in the middle who was refusing to take the money for tickets from another girl, grabbed his attention. Same alluring eyes, same generous smile, same liberal and considerate nature, same simplicity, same elegance, same grace. She reminded him of his crush of college days, Deepika, whom he secretly admired; but never dared to talk in two years. For the past three years, he had been following her profile on social media, fantasizing to have a date with her.

He sat there, reminiscing about her, smiling alone, blaming himself for not approaching her, concealing his true feelings. At that instant, he saw a couple trying to find a bus. He envied them, thinking he will never have the same fun.

After 5 minutes, with the frustrated mindset he stops thinking about it and starts observing people, peddlers, drivers and conductors who were passing by. A bus of another destination leaves the depot. As soon as it leaves, he saw two girls, one on the bike and another standing, talking to her. His eyes broadened. He wasn’t able to see her face, but as she looked sideways, he was dumbfounded. She was Deepika. His eyes were popping out. The alluring eyes for which he secretly admired, the generous smile which he always wanted to see, the simplicity which he thought everyone should has, the grace and elegance for what he always was speechless.

But at the moment, his chest, throbbing; his forehead, full of sweat, his mind; blank. Staring at her, he started thinking about what just happened, was she really there or he was imagining all this. He looked at the girl in the middle of three, and then back to Deepika. Was his imagination an augury of its manifestation? He couldn’t understand what was going on.

She said goodbye to her friend and coming towards the same queue as Mayur. His thoughts entangled, she will be in the same bus, then will she remember him, if yes, then what will he talk about, his family is with him, should he express his feelings towards her, or he should avoid himself from getting noticed.

Deepika was coming closer. Mayur looked around to avoid any eye contact. And suddenly, she turned towards depot office. He observed that she asked something to depot manager, looked at her watch, stood still and then went away. Apparently, his hopes dwindled as she disappeared. He could no longer see her. He never anticipated that excitement, astonishment, uncertainty will be vanished instantly. For one moment, he fantasized about what he might talk about in bus and in next moment, those things had proved meaningless, because they were never coming out. Was it just a coincidence of his imagination about her and she was appearing in front of him, or was the missing a bus in the first place meant to lead something, he found no explanation. He never believed in fate or destiny, but this made him rethink about it. So, he strived to find an explanation or justification for whatever is happening, why does it happen?

The inscrutable equations of life were out of his mind’s capability. On his way to home, those 10 minutes were looping in his mind, but all his efforts to find an explanation for that were in vain.

The crazy fact is, when fate makes the call; regardless of, in whose court the ball is, no one gets the point.

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When The Road Will Be Clear..

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PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright- Roger Bultot

“First learn how to conduct a business, how those people have meetings, how they strategize a plan,” said Kelly to Shaun.

 “It will take at least 4-5 years,” replied Shaun.

 “Obviously, you need those as you are not good enough.”

 “Yeah, I will learn in the process. Actually we will never be good enough. There will always be a room for improvement.”

 “Why can’t you wait for the right time?”

 “But, there is no guarantee that I’ll be alive till the right time comes.”

 The crazy fact is, waiting for the road to be clear is futile; we need to drive through as per the present conditions.

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This Post is also a part of  Friday Fictioneers.

Being Unreasonable

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“Hey, what are you doing here? What’s going on?” asked Ritesh to his school friend Rahul, seeing after 5 years in a college which he assumed Rahul had no connection with.

“Ohh.. Look at you, jerk! You have so changed. How are you?” replied Rahul excitedly neglecting what he asked.

“I’m Good. Good to see you after 10th. You tell me what are you doing here?”

“I just came here to see this college. It’s a well known college of city. So I wanted to see the campus, students, library & other infrastructure. Wait.. wait.. You were in this college for 11th & 12th. Then what are you doing here right now?”

“What can I say? I’m here to apply for 12th exam as an external.”

“What? How is that possible?”

“I don’t feel like studying, yaar! It’s so boring. I had given 12th exams 4 times, still one subject is not cleared. After 4 attempts, I joined diploma & left 12th. Right now, I cleared 2nd year of diploma, but due to first year backlog I am not eligible for 3rd year. So, I came here to apply for 12th externally & give paper of diploma simultaneously.”

“Dude, why did this happen? Are you interested in some other stream or what? Or some girl broke your heart so you are distracted & not taking yourself seriously?”

Both laughed.

“No! Nothing like that. It’s lack of interest in study. What about you?”

“I am waiting for final semester result of B. Sc. Then going to opt for masters degree.”

“Yeah, you have always been good in studies.”

“Forget about me. You tell me what happened to you, dude. If you are not interested in studies, then what interests you? What is that you want to do by yourself?”

“Nothing, yaar. It’s just I don’t want to study.”

Ritesh was reluctant to open up.

“That’s fine. Then what you want to do? For what you are obsessed?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, you can tell me.”

“Leave it nah.. Tell me have you met one of our friends? What are they doing?”

“It’s not about them, right now. Tell me about yourself. Don’t change the topic.”

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“Nothing, yaar. I’m obsessed with using everything branded. All branded accessories. See my shirt, Lou-i Phili-pi, my watch, Tag Ho-yer, my jeans, Levi’s, my shoes, Puma. Because of this, I didn’t study.”

“Bullshit. You can’t even pronounce the brand names correctly & saying you’re obsessed for them. It’s Louis Philippe & Tag Heuer. You liar!”

Again, both laughed.

“So what? I can’t pronounce brand names correctly. I know being good in studies doesn’t prove anything, but are you doing something which you love doing.”

“No! I only like razzle-dazzle & fun. You drink?”

“Stop running your dirty mouth! You wanna tell or I should go?”

“Tell me directly that you are getting late to meet girlfriend. So you want to go.”

“Again!”

“You tell me now, these actors, actresses have anything to do with these marks & merits? Then also they are leading lavish lives, cars, fame, fan following, everything.”

“Yes, they do not have anything to do with it.”

“Then why is it important to us?”

“Yeah, they do not prove anything. But why are you asking me about actors & actresses. Oh.. wait! wait! You want to become an actor?”

“Hmm..”

“Wow! Then what’s the problem? Join an acting school, if not possible meet an actor & ask him to train you, teach you basics, start working in dramas. Have you told your parents about it?”

“No. They will say that you can’t clear 12th exam & how are you going to act in films, you are skinny & you have no godfather & all. Do you think I can act?”

“What you think you can act?”

“Yes, I’m confident about myself.”

“Then go for it. I know you are & you were the ugliest guy in school, but it is not the matter. You’re confident about yourself. And not every actor in the industry is handsome, your talent is going to count.”

“Yeah, I know I’m ugly, but my talent will leap over it. But..”

“I’m so sorry, but I have to go. I’m feeling so bad that we can’t talk about it more right now about your interesting thing. I got call from home. We will talk about it again. Do not give up on what you want to do. Bye!”

The crazy fact is, each & everyone of us wants to live a dream, unreasonable to society, but very reasonable to ourselves.

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Does Every Student Must Be Equally Bright?

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Does all trees should grow to the same height
Does every student must be equally bright

When a student tops in the exams,
Every one goes & congratulates him,
He thinks like he has won the world
but when the student who always gets
below average marks, why no one cares?

When a topper says that it was a tough paper,
Every one says the same, feel pity for him
He goes into  deep depression
But why no one asks the below average student
Why is every paper tough for him?

When a topper fails to score top marks anytime,
Everyone thinks, something was unfair,
He thinks why does this happen to me
But when the below average student fails in subject
Why every one thinks something is wrong with him

When a topper was learning by rote
So that he can answer in oral next day,
He thought he will impress the teacher
But the bold below average student was,
Expressing his feelings to a girl he liked

When a topper was copying the answers from guide,
So that he won’t get punished the next day,
He thought that was the intelligent thing to do
But the dreamer below average student was,
Noting down quotes from the inspirational biography

When a topper was maintaining a decent demeanor
So that he can look decent & sincere in people
He thought no one will speak against him
But the below average student was in fantasy,
Taking off filters of bike so that it sounds like riding a superbike

When a topper was engulfed into memorizing theories,
So that in coming exams he will be a topper again
And get applause from teachers & posters in town for topping
But the believer below average student was,
Forming own theory out of curiosity to enjoy brainstorming

The facts will be crazy, if articles related to topper will not remain as ‘a’
And for ‘the’ below average student, it will turn to ‘a’ in the future

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