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If you are not a flatterer, you cannot be a party worker. Simple.
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Delete:) That's a great wish.
ReplyDeleteIndeed and I'm determined to master the art. :)
Deletesimple but well said :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Ankur.
DeleteI don't want to be a party worker. In fact, even if I try for it, I am sure I would fail spectacularly in that endeavor.
ReplyDeleteI know. And you also know :)
DeleteNext, are you going to apply for the post of Principal to form a party?
ReplyDeleteWings, my name in the Church (baptism register) is Thomas. Got it?
DeleteYou either have it or you don't. I don't think it can be cultivated in adult life!
ReplyDeleteYes, Mridula, you can't teach old dogs new tricks, as the wise men said long ago :) And I'm realising it in practice!
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